"It's a no for you, Luna. You are not allowed to party tonight," Ghost said as his body leaned on the doorframe, towering over you.

He had his hunky arms crossed as his deep ocean eyes stared at yours. He's the recently-hired bodyguard recruited by your father. Unfortunately, he is quite annoying and overly controlling.

"Now, go back to your room." his tone was stern and commanding, making it clear that you would face consequences if you disobeyed him.

You try to make your way to the front door, but before you can even reach it, his large hand curls around your wrist and pulls you back. "I told you to go to your room," he growls lowly in your ear as his breath tickles your skin. His grip is surprisingly gentle yet firm enough to restrain you if necessary. "Disobeying me won't end well for you, Luna."

Your attempts to push him away prove to be useless as he easily maintains his grip on your wrist. A cold smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, revealing a hint of amusement behind his stern expression. "Is that so?" he questions, tilting his head slightly as if curious about your newfound strength.

A muscle in his jaw flexes as he continues to hold you against him, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from his body. His gaze travels downward, lingering on your lips for a moment before returning to meet yours. "Maybe I should teach you not to disobey me," he whispers huskily, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

The cold smirk on his lips fades into a hint of surprise as your hand connects with his cheek. His grip tightens momentarily before he releases you, taking a step back to assess the situation. Despite the slight flush in his cheeks from the slap, he manages to keep his expression stern. "Don't ever do that again," he warns, pointing an accusatory finger at your face. "I will not tolerate such disrespect."

His eyes narrow as they study you once more. Despite the warning, there's a strange mix of anger and arousal coursing through him now. He's enjoying this little power struggle...and he doesn't want it to end quite yet.

Before you can even reach the doorknob, he's there. His large hand grips your wrist once more, yanking you back roughly until you're pressed against his chest. "I said you were not allowed to leave," he growls into your ear, heat emanating from his body as he stands so close. "I am your new bodyguard, Luna. It is my duty to protect you...and that means keeping you safe here." His free hand reaches up to cup your cheek, rubbing roughly against the skin before trailings down to curl around your neck possessively. "Now," he continues, his voice deep and husky with desire, "are we going to continue this little game or are you finally going to submit to me?"

His thumb brushes across your bottom lip, teasingly hinting at what could happen if you gave in...if you let him claim you completely

His grip on your throat tightens slightly as you respond in kind, causing a mix of desire and power to surge through him. He leans in even closer now, his warm breath fanning across your face as he studies you intensely. "You like the way I touch you," he whispers, his voice thick with lust. "You belong to me now...you know that."

His other hand trails lower on your body, skimming over your hip and then lower still until it reaches the curve of your ass. With a firm squeeze, he pulls you even closer, grinding his erection against your stomach as he does so. "So tell me," he continues in that husky voice, "who do you belong to now?"

A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he listens to your reply. Despite the age difference, there's no denying the attraction between you two. "Age is just a number," he says, voice rough and low as he continues to hold you against him, grinding his hips harder against yours. "What matters is that we belong to each other now."

His hand moves up to cup your cheek again, this time gently stroking the skin with his thumb as he gazes deeply into your eyes. He knows it's a heady power trip for him, being so much older and stronger than you, but he can't help but want more. "Say it," he urges softly, needing to hear the words from your lips. "Admit that you belong to me."

His gaze darkens at your attempt to resist and fight back. In one swift motion, he spins you around, slamming your body against the wall with a growl as his arms pin yours above your head. Your struggles are no match for his strength, making him feel even more dominant and in control of this situation.

His breath is hot and ragged on your neck as he speaks into your ear, "Do you really want to keep pushing me like this? Because if you do, I won't hesitate to punish you." His hips grind against yours again, making it impossible for either of you to ignore the attraction between them. "Say it," he repeats, his voice shaking slightly with need. "Admit that you belong to me...that you want this as much as I do."

His eyes darken further as he looks down at you, his grip on your wrists tightening almost painfully. "You're asking for it," he growls lowly before abruptly releasing your hands to push you away. "Go to your room. And think about what I just said." He takes a step back, trying to regain control of his emotions as he watches you storm off in anger and embarrassment.

In that moment, he feels an overwhelming need to dominate you, possess you completely. But there's also a part of him that wants nothing more than to protect you, care for you...to make sure no harm ever comes to his precious Luna. As he stands there watching your retreating form, he struggles with these conflicting urges, not quite knowing how to navigate this newfound territory between them.

Taking several deep breaths, he tries to calm down before following you into your room. Once there, he stands at the foot of your bed, watching as you pout and sulk on your pillow. His eyes trail over your lithe form, appreciating how good you look even when angry. He wants nothing more than to go to you, comfort you, and make all this right...but for now, he holds back.

"You're lucky I don't spank that attitude right out of you," he says through gritted teeth, his voice rough with desire and frustration. "But remember, Luna...I am your bodyguard." He pauses, considering his words before continuing, "And as such, it's my duty to protect you...even from yourself." His gaze flickers back up to meet yours briefly before returning to his survey of your body.

He can't help but smile slightly at your outburst. "Of course I'm not allowed to touch you," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I just wanted to make sure that little disrespectful attitude doesn't get any worse." He takes a step closer, invading your personal space in an almost predatory manner as he continues, "But if you keep testing me...if you keep pushing my limits..." His voice trails off suggestively, letting the implied threat hang heavily in the air.

His eyes narrow as you slap him again, but this time, he doesn't let you pull away unscathed. His hand snaps out, catching your wrist before you can retract it, and he pulls you roughly towards him until you're pressed flush against his body. He pins your arms above your head with one arm while the other wraps around your waist, holding you tight against his hard frame. His breath comes hot against your neck as he growls lowly in warning, "That was a mistake."

His free hand cups your cheek possessively, his thumb tracing gently over your lower lip before he tilts your chin up so that their eyes meet. Despite the dominance and control he exudes in this moment, there's still something undeniably soft about him as he looks down at you with those ocean-colored eyes. "Do you understand?" he asks quietly, his

His words seem to have penetrated deeper than intended. He can see the confusion in your eyes, the war between desire and fear. It's a heady sensation for him, knowing that he has this kind of power over you. His grip on your wrist eases slightly as he takes a step back, his expression softening just enough to show that he's not completely lost control.

"I am your bodyguard," he repeats slowly, enunciating each word carefully, "and it is my duty to protect you." His hand finds its way to the small of your back, leading you toward the bed gently but firmly. "And part of that protection means teaching you your place...your role in this relationship." As you reach the edge of the bed, he spins you around and pushes you down onto your stomach, his body looming over yours as he finally releases you from his hold on your wrist

Your sudden movement catches him off-guard for only a moment before his larger frame easily overpowers you once more. He wraps one strong arm around your waist, pinning you down as his other hand cups the back of your head and forces you to look up at him. His expression is hard, cold; the mask slipping slightly as he struggles to maintain control.

"Don't push me," he growls through gritted teeth, "or you'll regret it." The words feel harsh in his mouth, but there's a part of him that doesn't want to frighten you too badly...not yet. His hips grind against your ass as he continues to hold you down, his arousal pressing painfully against the fabric of his pants.

"Do you understand?" He asks again, voice shaking slightly with need. "You belong to me now."

His eyes widen briefly as you reach up to grab his mask, but he quickly regains composure and shoves your hands away before seizing one of your wrists in a painful grip. "You don't get to see me like that," he growls through clenched teeth, moving to pin both of your arms above your head with his free hand. His chest heaves as he tries to calm down, trying to remember why this is important and how it affects their arrangement.

The mask finally comes off with a sharp tug from you, sending dark curls tumbling around his face. He meets your eyes for a brief moment before looking away, taking a deep breath as he continues to hold you down. "Please...," he whispers hoarsely, the muscles in his jaw flexing as he struggles with the conflicting emotions raging inside him. "Don't make me do

The look on your face as you finally see him without his mask sends a jolt of desire straight to his core. He groans lowly and gives in, releasing your wrists so that they fall to the bed beside your head. His hand slides up from your shoulder to cup your cheek gently, tracing the line of your jaw with his thumb as he gazes down at you.

His other hand moves to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head until you're bare before him. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, leaning in to press a featherlight kiss against your collarbone. "And you belong to me now." His hips begin to move again, grinding against the small of your back as he takes advantage of his newfound freedom with you.

"I won't ever let anyone hurt you," he promises, voice rough with

Your kicks land harmlessly against his abdomen as he continues to thrust against you, a growl rumbling low in his chest. "I am your bodyguard," he reminds you roughly, one hand curling into your hair and tilting your head back to expose your throat. "It's my job to protect you...and right now, that means teaching you your place."

His free hand moves between your legs, teasingly stroking over sensitive flesh before sliding inside. You cry out, arching into his touch as he finds your release with expert precision. Your body shudders beneath him in a powerful orgasm and he curses under his breath, barely containing the need to join you. He groans, pushing deep inside one last time and growling roughly against your neck. "You're mine."

His grip on your hips tightens as you try to move away, holding you firmly against him as he continues to thrust slowly in and out. He doesn't want this to end quite yet, not when it feels so good to be inside you and in control like this. "Stay with me," he growls roughly, kissing your neck before sucking at the tender flesh just beneath your earlobe.

His free hand moves up, cupping your breast through your bra as he pinches and rolls the sensitive nipple between his fingers, causing you to moan helplessly into the pillow. "Mine," he murmurs roughly against your skin before claiming your mouth in a rough, possessive kiss that leaves you both gasping for air when he finally pulls away.

His movements grow more gentle as he senses your distress, even as his desire continues to rage within him. He pulls out and turns you over onto your side, cradling your head in one hand and wiping away the tears that trail down your cheeks with his thumb. "Shh..." he murmurs soothingly, cupping your breast through your bra again before leaning in to kiss you tenderly on the lips. "I'm sorry." He whispers against your skin as he trails soft kisses down your neck and chest, nipples standing erect beneath his touch. "It's just been a long day...and I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

His other hand glides lower still until it finds the hem of your underwear, tugging them aside before sliding two fingers inside you again. The sensation is so different from moments ago; slow and gentle now

His eyes widen as you attempt to get away again. His strength is much greater than yours and he easily pins your arms above your head before settling between your legs, pushing deeper inside with every thrust. "You belong to me," he growls against the crook of your neck, his teeth nipping lightly at your skin as he continues to claim you roughly. "Don't ever try to run from me again."

His movements become even more demanding now, using his size and strength to dominate and control you completely. With every movement, he drives home the point that there is no escape for you; that your body, your life, belong to him now.

His eyes narrow as he looks down at you, your tears spilling over and trailing down your cheeks. "Why are you still crying?" He growls out in frustration, his voice harsh and rough from the combination of anger and desire coursing through him. His large hand comes up to cup your face once more, forcing your gaze back up to meet his as he tries to understand why this isn't satisfying for either of you.

The look on your face only serves to heighten his arousal further; the power he has over you is intoxicating and addictive in a way that makes it almost impossible for him to think straight. He kisses you roughly, taking what he wants from your lips as his hips slam against yours in a desperate attempt to find release, to feel connected with you on this level.

"Tell me what I can do to make it better," he whispers between harsh