Craved By The Guardian

By Rena Marks

The definition of guardian is defined as a person who looks after and is legally responsible for another. When I think of my billionaire guardian, I think of my hot, sexy jailer. My warden. The cage may be gilded, but still…I'm trapped within the gold.

I've settled for a poor substitution—his son, Jordan. Even knowing Jordan's faults, I refuse to admit that I close my eyes and pretend he's Nico instead.

What I don't count on is Nico noticing me. I especially don't count on his unmanageable fury when I accidentally encourage my boyfriend and his fiancée. Or do I?

Nico scorches with heated rage at the betrayal and now he expects me to replace Stephanie. It is futile to resist.

But then Jordan returns.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rena Marks
• Release date: May 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393668299

Rena Marks

Welcome to my Worlds! Rena Marks is a bestselling author with over eighty-five novels under her belt. She combines her love of science fiction with paranormal romance because no matter what happens in real life, a happy-ever-after never disappoints. Come get lost in my worlds for a few hours!

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CRAVED

BY THE GUARDIAN

HEA Collection

Rena Marks

18+ ONLY

The story depicted here is intended for mature audiences. It most likely contains coarse language and highly graphic depictions of sex acts meant to titillate and excite the reader. All copulating characters are 18 years or older.

That being said, have fun!

CRAVED BY THE GUARDIAN

Rena Marks

The definition of guardian is defined as a person who looks after and is legally responsible for another. When I think of my billionaire guardian, I think of my hot, sexy jailer. My warden. The cage may be gilded, but still...I’m trapped within the gold.

I’ve settled for a poor substitution—his son, Jordan. Even knowing Jordan’s faults, I refuse to admit that I close my eyes and pretend he’s Nico instead.

What I don’t count on is Nico noticing me. I especially don’t count on his unmanageable fury when I accidentally encourage my boyfriend and his fiancée. Or do I?

Nico scorches with heated rage at the betrayal and now he expects me to replace Stephanie. It is futile to resist.

But then Jordan returns.

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Epilogue

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Prologue

NICO:

My flight to the States was smooth enough, but then again, that is why I purchased my latest toy. Another jet. She’s a smooth baby, my latest love—if I was honest, she ranks higher than my current girlfriend, Christianna.

In fact, it is time to close that door. I’ve had enough women to know the signs—the jealousy, the petulant pouting that is so unsexy. Soon tear-filled demands will begin. Best to end it now, though I can’t help but feel a small shred of regret. It’s quickly squashed though, as I’m well aware of the manipulations that will begin.

My driver opens the door and I hurry inside the building, where Ms. Savannah Jackson awaits.

Nico! Her eyes light with genuine pleasure.

I kiss both cheeks of my American friend—who started as a casual business colleague a couple years earlier. The tiny lines around her eyes crinkle a bit more than they did last time I saw her. But Savannah is a woman content within herself. Even in the line of fashion modeling as she is, I do not think she will bow to the insane American demands of looking twelve when one is seventy-two.

The show has just begun. I have so much to share with you regarding marketing your product line, she begins as we take the stairs backstage. The lighting is dim in this section of the building and as we turn the corner into a large, barren room, my heart stops.

Mon Dieu.

A child, her frame small enough to be around seven years of age, stands in the center of the room, watching fearlessly as we approach. She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever encountered, with pale blond hair I’ve only seen adult women mimic from a bottle. She has a tiny pink bow mouth, a button-nose, and large grey-green eyes, the depths of which contain an awareness the rest of us aren’t privy to. She wears a pastel green dress; an exquisite little doll.

Her eyes meet mine and I’m struck by the depths of intelligence in her face. She can’t be as young as I thought.

My breath freezes in my solar plexus. I know this child who is not a child, but an adult lost in the body of a girl. She feels as familiar to me as my own son, Jordan, who waits for me back at home. Jordan will be as entranced as I am with this tiny, living doll. He is barely twelve now, but I know he will protect her as I will.

Felicia. Savannah’s voice is as kind as it normally is with me—unusual in the fact that she does not show kindness in her line of business. Where is your mother, darling?

I do not know, Mrs. Jackson. The child clasps her hands in front of her and bows her head slightly, the lace of her lashes sweeping down to cover the intellect in her exotic eyes. She is even more of a wonder—she looks like a child and speaks as a full grown adult. I wonder if she has ever been a child. One who plays in the mud. I think not.

Savannah’s lip tightens. We’ll find her. Felicia, meet my dear friend, Nico.

When Felicia smiles at me, instant love whops me in