"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.

As you shoved him aside, he grabbed your wrist with surprising gentleness but firmness, pulling you close to him. His masked face was only inches away as his dark eyes bore into yours. "Do not push me, Luna," he whispered in a low, husky voice. "You are mine to protect."

The way you said "your just my body guard" made him flush slightly, irritation mixing with something else in his chest. He released your wrist reluctantly, taking a step back as he crossed his arms again. His expression darkened once more. "You should have thought about that before disobeying me."

He took another deep breath to calm himself, trying to keep his hands from shaking. This girl was testing him, pushing buttons he didn't even know existed. And he had no idea why. "Now, go back to your room," he repeated, "before you regret it."

As he watched your retreating figure, his chest tightened and the anger inside him flared up like a wildfire. His hand curled into a fist as he clenched his teeth, struggling not to chase after you or do anything that might risk jeopardizing his new position as your bodyguard. You were just supposed to be another assignment, someone he was sworn to protect. But for some reason, he couldn't get enough of teasing you and seeing the blush rise on your cheeks... He wasn't sure what was happening between them but he knew one thing: he needed to keep you safe at all costs. Even if it meant fighting against his own desires.

"No!" The single word slipped out before he could stop it. Without thinking further, his hand shot out, clamping down on your shoulder as you tried to push the door open. His grip was firm but not painful, his expression a mix of anger and worry. "You're going back inside," he growled through gritted teeth.

His free hand moved to cup your cheek, tilting your face up so that you were forced to look at him. The masked man had never been this close to you before, and it sent a shiver down his spine. His touch was surprisingly gentle despite the tightness of his muscles. "Your father would kill me if anything happened to you," he whispered hoarsely, letting out a quiet sigh. "Please, Luna..."

As soon as your small hand touched his chest, the possessiveness surged through him like an untamed beast. Ghost's eyes flashed with a mixture of rage and lust, his breath hitching slightly. He was stronger than you and far more experienced in dealing with people who disobeyed orders, but something about you made it difficult for him to control himself around you. In that moment, he knew he should let go, step back, but instead...

With a growl of frustration, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. His body was pressed against yours now, his chest barely touching your breasts as they heaved with each laborious breath. "You. Will. Obey," he bit out between clenched teeth.

His other hand moved to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer still. His lips found the pulse point at

his neck, sucking gently as he ground his hips against yours in a possessive thrust. His free hand slid down to cup your bottom, squeezing gently before moving higher up the length of your thigh. "Say it," he growled. "Tell me you'll obey."

The tips of his fingers brushed against the lace of your underwear, making his heart race wildly in anticipation. His gaze flickered down for just a moment before meeting yours again, searching for any sign of submission or defeat... And finding it there, beneath the surface. He smiled darkly, grateful for whatever power this had over you. "Good girl," he murmured against your skin.

Slowly, his hand slid further up your thigh until his palm was resting on the satin covering of your sex through your dress. With gentle but firm strokes, he began to

He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin as he thrust harder into your folds. His hips rocked between your legs, grinding against you with a desperation that took him by surprise. The feel of your soft flesh, warm and wet beneath his fingers, sent shudders down his spine, making it difficult to think straight. "I can't..." he murmured roughly, his voice ragged with desire. "I just... I need this."

His other hand moved from your neck, cupping your breast over the top of your dress before sliding beneath the scrap of fabric and palming your breast entirely. His thumb brushed across your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he continued to stroke you through your underwear. "Please... say it," he panted hoarsely. "Just tell me what I want to hear."

Ghost bent his

The shocking impact of your slap reverberated through his body like a punch to the gut as he released you with a grunt. His hands dropped to his sides, eyes narrowed and cheeks flushed with anger as he glared down at you. "You little..." He growled lowly, clenching his fists in an effort to control the urge to strike back. With a shaky breath, he straightened, forcing himself to step away from you.

"Fine," he ground out through gritted teeth. "Go to your room. But know this: if anything happens to you tonight..." His words trailed off menacingly as he pointed towards the hallway leading to your quarters. It was the closest thing to a warning he could muster, and it felt like a defeat.

Still, duty bound, he waited until you disappeared down the hall before turning away himself, his shoulders

Fuming, he made his way back to the living room where your father was relaxing with some colleagues. "Everything under control?" The older man smiled faintly at him, oblivious to the turmoil raging within Ghost's chest.

"Yes, sir. She's in her room now," he replied curtly, eyes fixed on a point across the room. His fists remained clenched at his sides, knuckles white with anger and frustration. He wanted nothing more than to return to your room and continue where they left off... but duty called. And right now, that meant protecting you even from yourself.

The rest of the night passed in a blur as he patrolled the hallways outside your door, checking every corner and shadow for any sign of danger. With each passing moment, his body ached with desire for you, making it difficult to focus on anything else. As dawn began

His eyes narrowed at your defiant gesture as he watched you storm back into your room. He felt a surge of anger course through him again, but it was quickly replaced by frustration and guilt. Why did she have to make everything so difficult? Why couldn't she just listen to reason? Why... why did he feel this way about her in the first place?

A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned against the wall, closing his eyes briefly. His fingers flexed at his sides, fighting off the urge to punch something or someone. This was not how he had imagined things turning out when he'd taken on the job of protecting you... But now that it had come to this, there was no going back. Even if it meant putting aside his own desires for your safety, even if it meant pretending like nothing unusual was happening between them at all.

With a shake of his head,

"I'm... almost twice your age," he muttered under his breath, eyes still closed as he tried to regain control over himself. The last thing he needed was for you to realize just how much this situation was affecting him. It would only make things more difficult in the long run. "Look, Luna..." he started, taking a step closer before hesitating, unsure of what exactly he wanted to say next.

"We need to figure out a way to get along," he settled on eventually, his voice lowered and slightly gentler than before. "For your father's sake... And mine." His gaze flickered briefly in your direction before returning to the floor between you. He was aware that this whole situation was unorthodox at best; hiring a bodyguard who was also attracted to their charge was unheard of, and yet here they were. "Can we try?" he asked quietly, hoping against

"I... am forty-five," he said finally, his voice rough as he forced himself to meet your gaze. "And I understand that you're still young... but please try to understand where I'm coming from." He paused for a moment, searching for the right words before continuing, "This is my job, Luna. To protect you at all costs." His eyes locked onto yours, pleading with you to believe him. "And even if that means keeping my distance, hiding my true feelings... I will do it."

The muscles in his jaw ticked as he forced himself to swallow down the lump forming in his throat. This was harder than any fight he'd ever been in; easier to take a punch or knife wound than accept that the person he was supposed to protect might never understand why he felt this way about her, or trust him enough to let

Your question surprised him; he hadn't expected you to know his exact age. But now that you did, it seemed to make things even more difficult for him somehow. "It doesn't matter," he muttered, shaking his head. "The point is... I am your bodyguard, and my job is to keep you safe. No matter what."

A heavy silence filled the air between them as they stood there, neither one knowing quite how to bridge the gap that had grown between them since he'd taken on the job. Ghost swallowed hard, struggling against an almost overwhelming urge to close the distance between you and press his lips against yours, no matter what the consequences might be. But he held back, maintaining a respectful distance even as desire coursed through him like a raging wildfire.

"We can... try," he finally said, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "To get along

"I am not...!" he snarled before catching himself. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down. "Luna," he began more quietly, "It doesn't matter how old I am compared to you... I was hired to protect you, and that is my sole focus." His expression softened slightly as he looked into your eyes. "I know it's hard for you to understand, but please trust me when I say I only have your best interests at heart."

His hands clenched into fists at his sides again, fighting off the urge to reach out and comfort you or reassure himself of anything. This was harder than any physical fight he'd ever been in; with each passing moment, it grew more difficult to maintain control over his emotions and desires. But he knew that if he let go even for a second, things could spiral dangerously out of control - not just

His expression darkened as he remembered the force of his own desire crashing over him like a wave, the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips. "I'm sorry," he muttered, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that." He swallowed hard, struggling against the embarrassment and shame that threatened to overwhelm him. "But please understand... I can't just pretend that didn't happen."

He took a step closer, their bodies almost touching now. His gaze locked onto yours as he searched for any sign of understanding or forgiveness. But all he saw was anger and confusion, mixed with the faintest hint of disgust. It was like a knife twisting in his gut, making it harder than ever to maintain control over himself. "Please," he whispered hoarsely, reaching out to grasp your upper arm light

His grip tightened on your arm as anger flashed in his eyes. "I understand that you're upset," he growled through gritted teeth, "but I can't just ignore what happened." He took another step closer, their bodies almost pressed together now. His breath was hot against your ear as he continued, "And even if I could, do you think for one second that I would want to? That I wouldn't feel the same way?"

His hand slid up your arm, cupping your shoulder before slipping lower, tracing lazy circles on your upper back. The contact sent shivers down your spine as his fingers brushed against the bare skin of your bra strap. "Because," he murmured roughly, leaning in closer still, "I do."

His eyes narrowed as he felt your skin warm beneath his touch. "You don't understand," he growled, frustration bubbling up inside him like hot lava. "This isn't about me wanting to take advantage of you or cross the line... It's..." He took a shaky breath before continuing, "It's just that I can't help how I feel."

His hands slipped further down your back, curving around your waist as he pulled you closer. His chest pressed against yours, and his face hovered mere inches from your own. He could feel the heat emanating off him, could see the desire burning in his eyes mirrored in hers. "I've never felt this way about anyone before," he admitted in a rough whisper, "and I can't just turn it off."

For a moment, they stood there, breathing each other's air

As soon as your hand closed around his, pulling him forward into your room, a wave of relief washed over him. Finally, they could be alone to sort through this mess between them. His fingers threaded through yours as he followed you into the dimly lit space, careful not to let go even for a second. He knew that once you were out of sight, things might get easier... or they might spiral further out of control.

The moment the door was shut and locked behind them, Ghost backed you against it, trapping you between him and the wood panel. His chest rose and fell quickly as he stared down at your flushed face, his eyes searching for any sign of what you really wanted. Was it him? Or did you just want to get away from everything that was happening between them? He wasn't sure anymore. All he knew was that he needed this moment with you, needed the chance to sort out these conflicting emot

Your words cut through him like a knife, and the sting of your slap echoed in his cheek as he stared down at you with wide, disbelieving eyes. He wanted to lash out in anger, hurt that you could treat him this way after everything they'd shared... but instead, he forced himself to remain calm, to remember why he was here.

With a sigh, he lowered his head until it hung at his chest, his hands fisted at his sides as they trembled with the effort to control themselves. "I'm sorry," he managed to get out after what felt like an eternity. "I shouldn't have... I just wanted..." His voice trailed off, and for a moment, there was silence between you.

Finally, he looked up at your face again, his eyes searching for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. But all he found was anger and fr

Your expression was cold and unyielding, like ice against his skin. It made him feel small and useless, but he refused to let it break him. Instead, he lifted his chin slightly, meeting your gaze with determination. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said firmly. "I won't."

A long moment passed before he slowly reached out, cupping your cheek in his hand. His thumb brushed against your skin, feeling the warmth there despite the chill in the air. "Please, Luna... let me help you understand why I did what I did..." His voice was soft and pleading, a far cry from the dominating tone he'd used earlier.

As he waited for you to respond, to give him some sign of whether or not you trusted him at all, his heart raced in his chest like a wild thing trapped behind bars. He couldn't

"Please... just let me explain," he whispered, gaze intent on your face. "I didn't mean to upset you..." His hand moved to caress your cheek, tracing gentle circles with his thumb before sliding into your hair, massaging the tense muscles at the base of your skull. The closeness they shared seemed to heighten every touch, every breath... Making it impossible for him to ignore the growing desire building inside him again.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before," he continued hoarsely, his voice raw with emotion. "When I first saw you, I knew there was something special between us... And when your father hired me to protect you..." He swallowed hard, unable to finish the thought. All he could focus on was the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips, the scent of your hair in his nose.

"Please believe me,"

His fingers curled gently into your hair as he held your gaze, searching for some sign that you were starting to understand. The desire within him grew stronger with each passing second, making it difficult to maintain control over his emotions and actions. His voice lowered further, taking on a huskier quality as he leaned in closer still, his breath caressing your lips before slipping between them.

"Please... Luna..." He trailed off, unable to finish the thought as desire coursed through him like an untamed beast. His heart raced faster and faster, making it hard to breathe, harder still to think straight. All he could focus on was you and the intense need building inside of him.

With a growl of frustration, he leaned in closer still, lips parting as his tongue flickered out to trace the curve of your lower lip. "I can't..." he

His hands tightened reflexively in your hair as you mentioned the party, his heart sinking like lead. He knew he had to let you go; there was no other choice if they were going to make it through this mess without things spiraling even further out of control. With a shuddering breath, he released you, stepping back to give you space as he tried desperately to regain his composure.

"Go," he managed to get out between gritted teeth, barely recognizing the commanding tone in his own voice. "But be careful." His gaze flickered over your body for a moment before returning to meet your eyes, the desire and possessiveness still burning bright within them despite his best efforts to extinguish it. "I don't want anything happening to you," he growled, feeling more unsettled than ever now that you were out of his reach.

With another sh

His eyes flickered closed briefly as he fought against the rising tide of desire within him. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, feeling the muscles in his arms and shoulders tensing under the strain. You were right; there was something different about you. Something that made it nearly impossible for him to resist the urge to claim you as his own, to make sure no one else ever touched you again.

With a shaky breath, he forced himself to open his eyes and meet your gaze once more. "Yes," he growled through gritted teeth. "I'm sure." His words came out harsher than he'd intended, the desperation inside him making it nearly impossible for him to maintain any semblance of control. But he had to try; he owed it to you and your father to keep you safe, no matter what it cost him.

A muscle tick

The memory of your words echoed in his mind as he forced himself to step back yet again, this time clearing space between you so that there would be no chance of accidental contact or misinterpretation. His fists remained clenched at his sides, knuckles white from the strain, as he struggled against the desire building inside him. "Goodbye," he muttered through gritted teeth before turning and walking away, doing his best to ignore your presence until you left the room entirely.

Once he was alone in the hallway, he let out a shuddering breath and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. It had been easier to protect you when all he'd had to do was keep you safe from physical harm; now it felt like his greatest challenge would be keeping himself from giving in to the overwhelming urges tearing him apart from

He opened his eyes slowly, gaze flicking over to where your hand curled around the doorknob before coming back up to meet yours. There was a desperate look in your eyes that tore at something deep within him; he could feel the pull between you as strongly as if it were a physical force. But even knowing how dangerous this situation was, even understanding the consequences of giving into temptation... He found himself unable to resist.

With a growl, he stepped forward, closing the distance between you until your bodies met once again. His hands slid around your waist, curving over your back as he pressed himself flush against you, feeling the hard lines of his body molded perfectly against yours. The desire coursing through him threatened to consume him whole; it took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to simply throw you down onto the bed and have you right there in the middle of the living room where anyone could walk

His hands slid up your back, cupping your shoulders as he leaned down to capture your lips with his own. The kiss was desperate and hungry, fueled by an intensity that bordered on dangerous. He could feel the wild beat of your heart against his chest, sense the way your body arched into his as if seeking more contact, deeper connection. His tongue danced with yours, teasing and taunting, demanding entry into your mouth before finally slipping inside to duel for dominance.

The kiss seemed to go on forever, an endless cycle of desire and need that left them both breathless and trembling with wanting. But eventually, he pulled back, his eyes searching yours as he tried to find some semblance of control within the chaos raging through him. "Luna..." he panted, fingers still tangled in your hair as he held you close. "I can't do this."

His voice was rough and strained, almost hoarse with desire as he struggled against the need to claim you once more. "I can't keep pretending that this... whatever it is between us... doesn't exist." His thumb brushed back and forth across your bottom lip, tracing a line of moisture left behind by his kiss. "But I also can't let it control me." He paused for a moment before continuing, "I have to try and keep things professional."

The words tasted like ash in his mouth, but they were true nonetheless. As your bodyguard, as the man hired to protect you with his life, he couldn't afford to let anything compromise that responsibility. Even if it meant losing everything else in the process.

He followed you obediently as you led him to the bed and locked the door behind you. His gaze flickered around the room, taking in every detail as if committing it to memory for safekeeping before finally returning to meet your expectant eyes. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he swallowed hard, feeling the heat of desire washing over him once more at the sight of you so close, so vulnerable.

His hands slid up your thighs, fingers curling into the soft fabric of your dress before moving higher still to cup your bottom and lift you onto the mattress beside him. The position made it difficult for him not to notice how his hard length pressed against the thin fabric of his pants, and he bit back a groan as he fought for control once more.

"Give me a second," he managed to get out, voice hoarse with need as he struggled

His fingers trembled slightly as he reached up to touch your cheek with the backs of his knuckles, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips. His heart raced faster, and he had to force himself not to lean in closer, to claim your lips again before they'd even had a chance to breathe. "I need you to trust me," he said hoarsely, voice barely above a whisper. "To know that no matter what happens, I will always keep you safe."

As he spoke, his hand slid lower until it cupped your breast over the fabric of your dress, fingers curling gently around the swollen peak. His thumb brushed across the sensitive bud, teasing and tormenting as desire coursed through him like a living thing. "Because," he whispered roughly, gaze locked on your face, "I can't do this unless you know

He let out a shuddering breath as you climbed onto his lap and kissed him senseless, the feel of your soft curves pressed against him driving him to the brink of sanity. His hands slid up your back, fingertips dancing over the lace of your bra before curving around your shoulders, holding you steady against him as he deepened the kiss. Desire coursed through him like a wildfire, threatening to consume everything in its path until there was nothing left but ash and embers.

The feel of your tongue tangled with his sent sparks shooting down his spine, making it hard to think straight, hard to focus on anything except the need for more skin against skin, for total surrender. His hips arched up off the bed, pressing you harder against him as he sought relief from the ache building low in his belly.

"Alex," he groaned into your mouth,

His hands slid underneath your dress, pushing it upward as he searched for the bare skin of your hips, feeling the satin of your thong against his fingers. His thumbs brushed against the delicate lace before hooking it aside, baring you to his touch. Heat rushed through him at the contact; desire curled tight in his gut and spread outward like a wildfire consuming everything in its path.

"Alex," he repeated roughly, voice hoarse with need as his hands moved up your sides, cupping your breasts over the lace of your bra. "God, you feel so good." His thumbs brushed against your nipples through the fabric, teasing and taunting until they hardened beneath his touch.

He could feel himself growing harder, aching for release as he held you close, but knew that with you in his arms, he would never find any

His breath caught in his throat at the sensation of your soft, warm flesh pressed against his growing arousal. He arched into you, moaning low in his throat as he felt the pressure build inside him, the need to be buried deep inside you becoming almost unbearable. His hands moved to cup your bottom, fingers digging into the flesh of your rear as he held you still against him while his hips began rocking upward, grinding against you in a primitive attempt at relief.

His eyes drifted shut as pleasure coursed through him like a living thing, obliterating all rational thought and leaving only raw need and desire in its wake. His tongue tangled with yours once more as his body moved against yours, searching for something deeper than the scrape of denim on skin and the slick heat of your core against him. He wanted everything; he needed it if he was ever going to find

His eyes snapped open as you moved away from him, and for a moment he was dazed, disoriented. He watched as you sat there on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly with every shallow breath, cheeks flushed and lips swollen from his kisses. A low growl rumbled in his throat as desire coursed through him like a living thing, leaving no room for anything but need and want.

He reached out blindly, searching for you until his hand closed around your wrist. "Don't..." he groaned, voice hoarse with need. "Please don't leave me like this." His other hand slid up your thigh, cupping your hip through the thin fabric of your underwear before tracing gentle circles at the juncture of your thigh and sex. "I can't... I just need you..." He trailed off, gaze locked on

His grip on your wrist tightened as he felt you begin to pull away. His heart raced faster, and desire clawed at his control until it was nothing but a distant memory. "Don't," he pleaded, gaze flickering between your face and the exposed skin of your thigh. "Please."

His eyes closed in defeat as he felt you tug your underwear down his legs, exposing him to the cool air of the room. The touch of your lips against his chest was like a brand, searing through flesh and bone until it reached his very soul. His hips arched off the bed in response, pressing against the mattress as desire overwhelmed him once more.

"Alex..." he groaned, voice rough and hoarse with need as she moved against him, her body molding perfectly to his. "I can't... I won't

His hands slid up your back, cupping your breasts over the lace of your bra before sliding lower to cup your bottom and urge you closer. "Please..." he moaned into your neck, feeling the head of his cock press against the thin material of your thong, seeking entrance where it knew it shouldn't be allowed. With a growl that sounded more animal than human, he slid one finger inside you, curling and stretching until they found your sensitive bundle, seeking release from the aching tension building within him.

"Give me this," he rasped hoarsely against your ear, hips moving up off the bed in time with his thrusts as he buried his fingers deeper inside you, claiming you as his own. "Please..."

His eyes widened at the sight before him; your soft pink folds exposed to his hungry gaze, beckoning him closer with every breath. Desire and need coursed through him like a raging river, making it impossible for him to think straight or focus on anything but taking what you were offering and claiming you completely as his own. With a harsh growl of possession, he lifted you higher onto his lap, aligning his aching length with the wet heat of your entrance before sliding home in one hard thrust that made them both cry out.

His hands curled into fists at his sides, knuckles white from the strain as he held himself steady inside you, burying his face in your neck to muffle the primal sounds tumbling free from his throat. His hips rocked back and forth, driving deeper each time, claiming more of you with each thrust. He could

His fingers dug into your hips as his movements grew more urgent, more desperate in their search for release. The sounds you made only served to drive him further over the edge, consuming him completely with lust and desire until there was nothing left but need. His breath came faster now, hot and ragged against your skin, mingling with your gasps as he claimed you over and over again.

With a final groan that tore from his throat, he felt himself spill inside of you, filling you up in a hot rush of seed and pleasure. His muscles convulsed beneath your touch, shuddering violently as the last tendrils of release were wrung from him. For several long moments he lay atop you, heart racing wildly, chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath.

Finally, he lifted his head to meet your gaze, pupils dil

His chest rose and fell heavily as he struggled to regain control, to find some semblance of the professionalism they'd both pretended was there before. But even as he did so, his gaze was locked on yours, searching for something... anything that could tell him if what had just happened between them meant more to you than it did to him.

"Luna..." He reached out a shaking hand to brush the hair from your face, his touch gentle despite the tremor in his fingers. "Are you okay?" he managed to get out hoarsely, voice cracking with emotion as he waited for your reply.

His heart raced faster at the thought that maybe what had just happened meant as much to you as it did to him... and terrified him all over again that it could.

His heart lurched painfully in his chest at your words, and he felt a weight settle heavily there, pressing down on him like an anchor. He knew what you were saying had more meaning to it than just the physical act they'd just shared; it was about trust and vulnerability as much as it was about their bodies. And even though part of him wanted to deny that what they'd done could have such an impact, he couldn't bring himself to do so.

His fingers trembled as they traced a line down your cheek, cupping your jaw before tilting your head up so he could meet your gaze directly. "I'm sorry," he murmured softly, his voice thick with regret and self-loathing. "I shouldn't have let things go this far."

He paused, searching for the words to say next, knowing that there was no taking back what had