Guarding Her Body

He thinks I’m his. He thinks I was made for him. Made to please him. Made to follow his orders. I gulp as he towers over me. I think he’s right. A whole lot happened at my first concert. I snuck backstage. Met the band. But when the lead singer made some unwanted moves, his rough and mean bodyguard stepped in and decided to protect me instead.Now I have a huge obsessive alpha male throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me up to the top of