Claimed by My Broken Bodyguard

Chapter One

Seona’s POV

I scrub at the tea stain that rims the China cup in my hand, dipping it in the hot water to wash away the suds before pulling it out to inspect it again.

We have a dishwasher, but Davis doesn’t like these cups being put in it, it’s the China service his mother bought us for our wedding present. After one got chipped during a cycle, I started to wash them by hand, Davis loves this set, the damage upset him terribly, and he got angry.

It was my fault it happened, I know that, Davis only told me what I already knew. I was an i***t, I put them too close together on the rack, if I hadn’t have done that, one wouldn’t be broken.

Placing the teacup in the drainer carefully, I hesitate a second before lowering it completely, not wanting to chip anything. Letting out a breath as it nestles safely in the plastic, I pick up another one from the worktop and repeat the process.

I hear the front door open seconds before his voice, my body tensing involuntarily as the familiar stomp of his work boots make their way across the hard wood floors that cover our home.

Davis wanted hardwood, didn’t like carpet, said it wasn’t in keeping with our lifestyle. Plus, I’m so prone to dropping things or making a mess, it’s easier to clean up if it’s wood, that’s what he says . .

A hand snakes around my waist, warm breath finding my neck as a pair of lips press to my skin and I swallow down a shiver of fear.

He’s in a good mood, thank the Lord, he didn’t have a bad day.

‘Hey beautiful’ he murmurs in my ear, ‘what are you doing?’

‘Ju . . just washing the cups’ I whisper back, keeping my hands in the water so he can’t see them tremble.

‘Why don’t you leave them’ he replies seductively, his hands sliding down my front to cup me through my dress. He grinds into my ass, his obvious erection poking me between my ass cheeks as my husband rubs against me.

‘You . . . you don’t like dirty dishes left in the sink’ I reply uncertainly.

His other hand tangles in my hair, caressing my scalp before tightening suddenly as he yanks my head back.

‘Why are you being like this?’ he demands, a bite to his voice that makes me freeze. ‘I am in a good mood, had a good day at work and I come home wanting to share that with you, but you’re being a b.itch.’

I shake my head quickly, pulling my hands from the water and reaching for the tea towel to dry them.

‘I’m sorry! I’ll come upstairs now’ I tell him trying to turn around in his arms but the bulky police officer presses into me, pinning me to the worktop as his hand between my legs shoots up to wrap around the front of my throat.

I hold my breath, waiting to see which way Davis is going to take this, my knees practically buckling when he presses his lips to my neck, releasing my throat and moving his hand back down between my legs.

‘That’s OK baby’ he murmurs, tugging up my dress and pushing his hand into my panties, his fingers finding my entrance and shoving their way inside roughly making me whimper as tears spring to my eyes. ‘Yeah, you like that, don’t you’ he growls, biting me, ‘you like it a little rough, I know what you like.’

He tugs at my hair again, pulling my head back further, angling my head as he covers my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue between my lips, matching the thrusts of his fingers.

Pulling out of me suddenly, I gasp involuntarily as I’m spun around to face him, his eyes dark as he smirks down at me.

‘You are right though’ he muses, ‘I do hate dirty dishes in the sink, so you be a good little girl and finish these up. I’m going upstairs for a shower and I expect you to be naked, on your knees on our bed, waiting for me when I’m done, understand?’

I nod quickly, eyes widening as he grabs my chin roughly, his eyes narrowing. ‘Don’t upset me Seona’ he whispers dangerously, ‘I don’t want you ruining my good mood, you don’t like it when I get angry do you?’

I shake my head, no, unable to speak as I drop my gaze to his chest, vulnerable, submissive, the way he likes me, the way I should be.

He presses a harsh kiss to my lips again, nipping at my bottom lip as he smiles, ‘good girl.’

Shoving himself away from me, he balls a fist, lifting it up and chuckling as I instinctively flinch before knocking it gently against my chin.

‘So jumpy little mouse’ he murmurs, shaking his head before turning around on his heel and walking out of the kitchen, his heavy footsteps reverberating through our house toward the stairs moments before I hear our bedroom door shut firmly.

Quickly I turn back to the dishes, washing everything as quickly as I can, placing each item from the dinner service into the rack and emptying the sink.

I’m about to head toward the stairs, unsure how long he’s going to take in the shower tonight but my feet barely take a step before I hear the door open and his familiar footsteps coming slowly down the stairs.

‘I’m sorry! I’m coming!’ I call out frantically, trying to pull off the apron that I have tied around my waist, the one Davis likes me to wear, says it makes me look like a proper wife.

Seconds later my husband is in the doorway and I freeze, taking a step back toward the sink as he looks at me, his face blank.

‘I’m sorry, I was as quick as I could be’ I whisper warily, ‘I swear, I’ll make it up to you . . ‘

‘oh I haven’t had a shower yet babe’ he replies smoothly, his words making my shoulders sag with relief.

‘Oh, OK, did you forget something? Do you need a new razor or . . ‘ my words trail off as he takes a step toward me, his eyes flickering.

‘No, I don’t need anything’ he replies softly, ‘but I do have a question . . . ‘

I swallow, brushing my hands nervously down my apron, ‘Oh?’ I ask, my gaze fixated on the floor between us.

‘Look at me Seona’ Davis orders and my head jerks up immediately, the air leaving my lungs at the small round disk he’s holding up. ‘What are these?’ he asks, his voice deceptively quiet.

‘Uhh . . . ‘ I stammer, my gaze flicking around the room, at anything but the man in front of me.

‘Because they look like birth control pills, but they can’t be, I mean, we’ve been trying for a baby for four months so why would you need birth control pills?’ he continues over me, taking a step closer.

‘I . . I . . ‘ my voice tapers off as I stare at him, unable to look away.

‘Why are you on birth control Seona?’ my husband demands, closing the gap between us, his free hand snaking out and grabbing my wrist painfully as I try to move away.

Davis stares at me for a long moment as I bite down on my lip, trying to think of a reason, any reason that they were there other than the real one.

‘You lied to me’ he spits out, his grip tightening on my arm so much that I yelp in pain. ‘You’re a liar! I give you everything and this is how you repay me?’

‘I’m sorry, please let go! You’re hurting me’ I call out desperately, ‘I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!’

‘Are you f.ucking someone else?’ he demands, his voice rising as he grabs my other arm and shakes me. ‘That’s it, you’re f.ucking another guy and you need to make sure any kid isn’t his.’

Slap, his hand releases me seconds before it connects with my cheek, my face flying to the side as pain blossoms from the impact.

‘I’m not, I swear! I love you’ I beg, trying to cover my face as another slap rains down on me, then another.

‘You’re a lying w.hore’ Davis roars, shoving me into the table that sits in the middle of the room, my foot catching on one of the legs causing me to fall to the floor. ‘F.ucking, lying s.lut’ he continues, kneeling over me and balling his fists, the first strike landing on my stomach making me curl in on myself.

‘I knew you were trash’ another fist, this time to my face, blood spurting from my lip as I cry out. ‘F.ucking trailer trash! You are worthless! Look what you make me do to you! You make this happen, your choices.’

‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry’ I say but it comes out garbled as my lip swells.

Pushing up to his feet, Davis kicks out at my side, his foot connecting with my ribs as pain engulfs me.

Blow after blow hits my body and all I can do is curl up into a ball, trying to protect my body from the onslaught as I cry, begging him to stop.

I scream out as something snaps in my wrist, my arm that was wrapped over my head, dragging its way down to my chest where I cradle it to me.

‘Please, please stop! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I’m sorry’ I beg the furious man desperately.

A hand grabs my hair dragging it upward, forcing me to look into my husband’s face as he glowers down at me.

‘You are a disgusting w.hore’ he tells me, ‘and you deserve this, don’t you?’

I can only try to nod as I cry, the last words I hear are, ‘f.ucking piece of s.hit’ before the back of my head connects with the floor and I black out.