Page 3 of Tempt Me
As I follow Viktor into the villa, I question my sanity in coming here, but at the end of the day, no one refuses anything the Di’Castellos require. And they required me to watch over their daughter and heir—the Princess of the Society and of Arachon. After instructing me to shoot my former boss in the head, which I did without question, I’ve been at somewhat of a loose end. My job as Enforcer of the Grove City section of Solitaire came to an abrupt halt when the hierarchy change was implemented. So when Viktor called, I was glad to answer.
Until I found out the assignment he had in mind.
Rue.
Being Rue’s head of security means more than just watching her when she goes out. It means being by her side twenty-four-seven. But all I can think about are those long, slender legs, her deep, black eyes, and that shaven pussy that I want to bury my cock inside and stay there forever.
She is perfection.
No other woman even comes close to her. She is wicked and lovely, and I will torture myself by being so close to her and not touching her.
“So, you will be residing in the room next to Rue’s,” Viktor says.
I get the feeling he has been talking this entire time, but I was zoned out, still in a daze from seeing the woman who haunts me on the balcony, her skirt lifted by the breeze to show me that she isn’t wearing panties under that floaty white dress.
Nodding when he glances over at me, he accepts my lack of words because that’s just me. I don’t speak unless I have to, and right now, I’m incapable of forming a single syllable unless it’s the name of the most forbidden woman on the planet.
“She is due to be married in three months, whereby her new husband will be moving into her suite. You will still only be responsible for her. Antonio will bring his own team.”
Married.
It’s a shot through the heart and staggers my soul in a way that makes it difficult to breathe.
Although the concept doesn’t surprise me, the thought of her being with another man in that way gives me murderous thoughts. He will be in her bed every night, making love to her, which is precisely where I want to be.
“Antonio,” I murmur, the name rolling off my tongue because it has sent up a red flag.
“Broden.”
Trying to keep my face straight and not pull an expression of absolute disgust, I simply nod and shut my mouth again, wishing I’d never found out. That man is a deranged pervert. He will play nice in front of Viktor and in front of the world, but I know better. He is no match for Rue, but it’s not my place to say or even think that.
“You know him?” Viktor asks.
“I’ve heard the name.” That’s all I can say.
Every cell in my body is screaming at me to say more, but if that is whom Rue has chosen to be her husband, there must be a reason why, and it’s not for thehelpto question her motives.
Viktor nods and leads me up the stairs. Pulling my head out of my ass, I take in my surroundings. The inside of the villa is cool and tiled. A huge olive tree is planted in the middle of the inner courtyard, the rooftop open to the elements. The first floor runs around the square, cool and dark from the bright heat outside.
Pausing a few doors down from the top of the stairs, Viktor says, “This is Rue’s suite, and this is your room.” He opens the door next to it.
Leading me inside, I look around. It’s exactly how I wanted it. Simple, plain, with barely any furnishings or trimmings. The terrace doors are open, letting in a cool, soft breeze that blows the filmy curtain gently.
“This interconnecting door is to remain unlocked at all times,” Viktor says. “If Rue needs you, you don’t waste time going around; you go through. Now that she is moving up the ranks, she will have a target on her, and I’m not taking any chances with her. If she gets even a scratch on her, you are to blame and will be held accountable. Are we on the same page?”
“Yes.”
He nods. “Very well,” he says. “I will have Luca bring up your things. Make yourself acquainted with the villa and the grounds. No area is off-limits to you. You need to know this place like the back of your hand. You can coordinate your one day off every two weeks with Rue. When she is planning a day here, you may take your leave. But if she decides to go out, you will accompany her.”
Taking that in, I actually don’t have a problem with being with her thirteen out of fourteen days. I’d be with her constantly, but something tells me that if I suggested that, I would find myself at the bottom of Coe Bay with cement having replaced my boots.
“Who else works with her?” I ask.
“There are two other security guards who go out with her: her driver and one other. You work separately from them. They know that your rule is absolute. If you say jump, they will ask how high. To your satisfaction?”
Happy with that arrangement, I nod. I don’t play well with others, so being left to my own devices is best for everyone involved.
Glancing up as the interconnecting door opens, my heart skips a beat. Rue strides in, her white dress floating around her legs. Her feet are bare, and her face is full of a wild desire that stirs my cock.
