Sex With My Bodyguard
An accident grabbed my parents' lives, I had nobody but my bodyguard David who is 10 years elder.I always tries to seduce him, while get rejected.But his bonds finally was broken after one night when he was drank, which made me had the orgasm of my life.
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Chapter 7
"Yes." There is no doubt. That's why I won't waste time with doubt. This evening seems like the culmination of six years of planning. All signs point to this happening eventually.
To ask, "What is your room number?"
Having to deal with such a realistic and useful inquiry throws me for a loop. Eyes flicker. The question "Right now?"
David looks me over while running his hand down my neck. Allow me to explain how things will unfold. If it's ok to you, then we'll proceed. If not, I'll get you in a taxi and make sure you get home okay.
I can hardly take a breath at this point. "Okay."
"No bluffing, Anna. You can't fuck other people or back out if you decide this isn't for you. Say you will"
I get a kick out of teasing him, but I want this more than I want to seem like a spoiled brat. As a result, I can only choose one path forward. As I nod, the tips of his fingers gently graze against my flesh, and the sensation is excruciating. "Okay. Certainly, that's my word."
I feel the tingle of expectation as his lips curl. David draws in closer and softens his tone. If you have a spare key, you're going to hand it to me and enter that room. Put away that red dress, shut your eyes, and wait for me by bending over the bed.
There's a lick of my lips there. It seems like the temperature in here has increased by twenty degrees in the last few seconds. Is it true that this is happening? One could ask, "And then?"
As soon as we're alone, I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want to your tight little body. His grip on my neck tightens ever so little. Tell me "yellow" if I should ease up on the gas, and "red" if I should come to a complete halt.
The space around me appears to shrink. As the heat rises, I feel a tightness throughout my body. "It's a safe term." Yes, of course I am acquainted with them. I've participated in my fair share of risky sex games, but I learned pretty early that kink requires more exposure than I'm comfortable with and is best saved for exceptional partners or rare occasions.
These descriptions apply to tonight.
You confided in me that you felt comfortable here. That won't alter no matter what the future holds. To this day, he still has my attention. The extent to which this goes depends entirely on you.
I feel like laughing till I cry from the sheer joy of it. He won't be grateful, and he may even take my response the wrong way. How far does this go, exactly? As far as it goes, I want it to be successful. What I really want is for that dashing mind of his to be a virtual dream factory. Everything vile, every sleazy particular. "Give me anything," There's a lick of my lips there. "Even I have my own wild imagination."
His eyes wander to my grin. You promised, "Tell them to me tonight."
The demand sends a chill down my spine, and the intensity of his stare just makes things worse. When I say "I will," I scarcely sound like myself. Certainly, that's my word."
That's the number of the room you're staying in.
I just recite it off the top of my head. I reach into my purse and, hands trembling, deliver him the extra hotel key. He gently squeezes my neck and lets go. "Go."
I go.
Keeping my gait slow and steady as I leave the hotel bar requires more work than I could have imagined. David's eyes are always onto me; they are dark and full of hope.
That is indeed what is occurring.
In fact, that is currently occurring at this time.
I hold it together until the elevator doors close behind me. When this happens, I lean against the wall and let out a deep, ragged breath. For emphasis: "Holy crap. Wow, that's incredible. I thought there was a good chance David would reject me. Since the night we met, he has maintained such a cautious distance from us...
Striking me with pain that is both numbing and all too familiar. Thirty percent of my life has passed since my parents passed away. Even more so. Even now, it aches. The anguish isn't as intense as it once was, and it no longer sends me into a panic attack whenever I have a fleeting memory of them.
Depression seems to have no upper bounds.
At least now I can safely reach back and touch the happy moments. There was a time when even thinking about them brought me nothing but pain. I was wondering whether David ever remembers my dad. We haven't really discussed this before, and he's gone through a similar tragedy. No one can compare a friend to a parent, but that doesn't mean his feelings of loss are any less real than mine.
I push off the wall and allow my momentum take me out into the corridor as the elevator doors silently glide open. The past is irrelevant at this time. In a few days, I'll be able to resume the never-ending process of dealing with my loss and improving my psychological and emotional well-being. The focus for tonight is on letting go. Putting all of your worries aside and relaxing.
As I make my way to the penthouse room across the corner, the outfit I'm wearing feels appallingly constrictive. A little grin forms on my face. On this night, with this guy, I need more than just a standard hotel room. I couldn't possibly be me if I didn't make a big deal out of this. I even made sure we'd have everything we needed to live out the dreams that have been bothering me for far too long by equipping the room with everything we'd need to do so.
I pause to take a glance around the motel room. I left my stuff up here earlier, but I didn't leave any lights on save for the one on the desk. The darkness casts a palpable sense of foreboding across the whole room.
Remove your dress.
Wait for me as I bend over the bed.
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8.5
At 3:12 AM, a call from the NYPD shattered the silence of my dorm. My childhood sweetheart and the city’s golden heir, Liam Sterling, was in custody and needed me to bail him out.
I rushed to the precinct, trembling as I swiped my father’s emergency credit card for five thousand dollars, only to watch Liam walk out and head straight for another woman. He had landed in a cell because he’d started a brawl to protect Jade—a girl with pink hair and a jagged attitude—while I was just the "best friend" he called to clean up his mess.
In the backseat of the cab I paid for, I watched the man I loved pull her into his lap, treating me like an invisible chauffeur. When I finally demanded the truth, he didn't apologize; he reminded me that our families were tied by a multi-million dollar merger and that I was "like a sister" to him. My own mother echoed his coldness, telling me to stop being dramatic because our family was secretly bankrupt and we needed the Sterling money to survive.
I spent years being his "good girl," even recording a fake video for the press claiming he was a hero who fought to defend my honor. But the illusion shattered when I saw the photos of him with Jade on my birthday—the same night he told me he was working late to secure our future.
"I love you, Zoe. Like I love my dog. You’re loyal, but you’re boring."
I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was his shield. He used the trauma of the day he "saved" my life to keep me in his debt, never realizing that the chains of gratitude had finally snapped.
As the Sterling empire began to crumble under a sudden leak of scandals, I didn't run back to Liam. Instead, I looked at the encrypted message from his dangerous, outcast brother, Julian, who had been waiting in the shadows. He didn't just offer me a way out; he offered to buy my family's debt and claim me as the collateral.
7.0
My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child.
Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby.
To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner.
They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his.
The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused.
But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.
8.9
At twenty-three, Skyle lives a life she never chose. Abused by her cruel stepmother and stepsister, Ava, and completely ignored by the man who should protect her,her father.Skyle exists as nothing more than a shadow in her own home. To him, Ava is his only daughter.
Skyle's shattered world takes a dangerous turn when she is forced to marry Alexander Blackwood, a cold, powerful CEO, in Ava's place. Rumored to be gay and feared in business circles, Alexander is a man no woman wants,especially not Ava, who refuses the marriage meant to secure her family's fortune. Desperate, her mother pushes Skyle into the role of the bride.
Life in Alexander's mansion is no fairy tale. Skyle is treated like a servant, stripped of dignity, and pushed to the edge of despair. But fate changes everything the night Alexander, drowning in anger after losing a billion-dollar contract, comes home drunk.
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Will Alexander open his heart for the sake of the unborn child, or will Skyle and her baby be discarded like everything else in her life?
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8.4
For five years, I was Brogan Walton’s shadow—a contract companion kept behind closed doors, hidden away because of a cruel, fabricated rumor about my genetic health. I lived for the moments he looked my way, even if those moments were cold and transactional.
Everything shattered when he returned from London early, tossed a legal document onto the table, and coldly announced the termination of our contract. He didn't just want me gone; he wanted me erased, offering a severance package to ensure I never spoke of the life I’d traded for his protection.
As I signed the papers, my chest burned with the familiar, suffocating agony of my failing heart. I watched him check his watch, his impatience a blade in my back. When the door slammed shut, I finally collapsed, clutching the pill bottle that was my only lifeline, realizing I was dying—and he didn't care.
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7.6
She was always the shadow. He was always chasing the light.
Lavinia Hartwell had learned early that love was rarely for girls like her. She was the quiet one, the overlooked one-always second to her luminous best friend, Verity Langford. Even Henry Wynthorne, the boy whose compassion had unexpectedly caught her heart in high school, only had eyes for Verity.
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Henry's dreams of studying abroad collapsed with his father's death. Verity left. Success became his only compass, and alcohol his only escape. And somehow, in the wreckage, there was Lavinia-never demanding, never judging, quietly holding him together in ways he never noticed... until she was gone.
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Slow-burn, sensual, and laced with aching restraint, this is a story of unspoken devotion, of a man's reluctant fall, and of the quiet girl who was never anyone's first choice-until she became the only choice.