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“Fuck… Ryder… I’m gonna cum… please… finish with me. Are you close?” I gasp out the words as best I can in between being impaled on Ryder’s cock. He is speeding up now and each thrust is accompanied by a sexy deep grunt. He leans down and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, giving it a sexy nip and the rasp of pain shoots through me, causing me to pant uncontrollably. I can feel myself riding on the edge of bliss and he nips at the other nipple, not wanting it to feel left out, obviously. My body is flooded with even more sensations and I can feel him everywhere. I'm shouting Ryder like he is some kind of God to be worshipped, and at this moment in time, I am completely praising him and his cock.

Ryder has an amazing ability to know exactly when I’m right on the edge because he slows his rhythm down and I can feel my pussy clenching with the desperate need for him to speed back up. He always manages to distract me with kisses or little bites all over my body. Oh fuck, can this guy talk dirty. Hearing him tell me how wet I am just for him and how he loves the feel of my tight pussy gripping his cock, does crazy things for me.

“Do you like that, dirty girl? Fuck, do I love seeing my cock slipping into your tight little hole. Do you want it harder? You have to beg me, little vixen. Tell me who this tight pussy belongs to,” he moans, and fuck, do I beg.

I am a panting desperate mess when I finally look up and see he has started to lose control. His pounding is becoming more erratic and his grunts are sounding primal and animalistic. I can feel all of the muscles in my core and stomach begin to tighten and Ryder is finally letting that feeling build up further. I can feel him everywhere and it feels like this is building to be the strongest, most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. Ryder also looks like he is about to lose control and it’s the sexiest thing. To drive him crazy and get us both there that little bit faster, I tighten my vaginal wall muscles around his cock when he is in to the hilt and it has the desired effect because Ryder groans with need.

“Cum for me, little vixen,” he whispers in my ear in a stern commanding voice and my body responds. My body begins to shake and my muscles tighten. I can feel my stomach and pussy tensing as I ride out my orgasm. As soon as Ryder feels me start to cum for him and my pussy clamps around his cock like a vice, it's not long before he is grunting and letting me know he is cumming deep inside me.

When we both come down from the earth shattering orgasms and we have stopped panting enough to breathe normally, Ryder lays down beside me and kisses me so sweetly, I can feel my heart starting to hurt. I don’t want to think about what this might mean, I just want to enjoy the here and now.

“That was amazing,” I whisper when he finally lets my mouth go. I feel empty without him in my pussy. His cocky smirk lets me know how pleased he is to hear that. Like he didn’t already know. I have just spent the last hour calling out his name like he is the newest deity I worship. Now that is totally a religion I could get behind. When Ryder starts chuckling, I realise that I have just said that entire conversation I thought I was having in my head out loud. Kill me now. But Ryder doesn’t seem bothered by my verbal diarrhoea, instead he has the biggest smile on his face. Not like before when I was praising him, although there is still a hint of that cocky bastard. But instead, he looks happy and I don't know what to do with that. There's a part of me that wants to stay curled up in his arms all night, but I know that’s far too dangerous. There's no more denying where I am or what my life is about to become. Ryder was an amazing last night of freedom and fuck, do I wish we had met under different circumstances. Maybe we would have stood a chance at having something real, but that was just a pipe dream. Instead, I’m stuck with the reality I need to leave his arms, move into the bedroom down the hall, and agree to marry his psychotic boss. I really don't know which one of those steps is the hardest.

Chapter Sixteen

Ryder

Leaving Ava last night was quite possibly one of the hardest things I have ever done. After the mind blowing sex, I just remember staring down at her beautiful face and thinking I don’t remember ever being so happy. I’m not talking about the post-orgasm high that people get. I’m talking about my heart feeling like it's swelling up and I am actually having feelings for possibly the first time in my life. It’s not that I'm closed off emotionally or anything like that. I am capable of falling in love or dating, but work has always come first. My dad worked in the same business I do, but for a different family. He always talked about his desire for me to work my way to the top and to do my family name proud. I was pushed from a very young age to learn this lifestyle and I never really had a choice.

My life isn’t exactly stable enough to bring girls into and I don’t have time for a regular girlfriend. Hell, I don't even sleep at my own house. I have to be here all the time. If I am to remain on top of everything and to keep Grant under control, I need to be here. I wasn’t even slacking off and he was able to plan and essentially kidnap Ava without me having a clue what he was up to. Imagine the devastation he could reek if I wasn’t watching his every move.

Thinking about Ava is physically painful. We both just laid there in silence, me stroking her hair and her tracing the intricate lines of the tattoos on my chest. It was peaceful and beautiful. Neither of us wanted to break the moment first, but I knew I had to be the strong one for us both. However, I wasn’t that strong because I talked her into having a shower to clean off and naturally I joined her for round two against the shower wall. Fuck, the feel of her silky pussy as it clamps on my cock like a vice is amazing. I have never been inside anyone bare before and it’s fucking intense. I’m glad I got to share that with Ava.

After she dried and dressed in the t-shirt of mine I tried to give her way back when the night first started, I told her everything that she will need to know to stay safe while living in this house. I let her know where the cameras are, including the ones in her bedroom. I tell her where the locks are and talk to her about what I have learnt triggers Grant. I hate to talk to her about him, but if I don’t, she won't be prepared and that could be dangerous. I let her know I will always be nearby and if she needs me, all she has to do is ask. Wishing I could save her from this shit show of a world that she is about to enter, is the only thing that I can think about, but I know it's pointless. We knew it before our lips even touched. This was a one time deal and my role from now on will simply be to watch her from afar and ensure she is protected at all times.

Grant slamming the front door as he practically sprints into the hallway is enough to bring me out of my memories of last night. He is wearing a fresh new suit, which isn’t surprising since he has an entire wardrobe at Katyia’s, just as he has here. He probably spends more time there. I inspect his face looking for any sign that he may have changed his mind about this ridiculous plan of his, but if anything, he looks happy. Now I really am confused because the old man will be here soon and that thought never makes Grant happy.

“Morning, Ryder. All good here after I left? No problems with Ava?” Grant asks and initially I wonder if he knows, but there’s no way he would. All of the staff were out of the house in the staff quarters, the alarms were set so I would have known had anyone come in. There are no cameras in my room and so he would have no way of finding out. I made sure of that. That's when it clicks that when he left, Ava was a bit worked up and he was probably just wondering if she gave me any trouble. The thought makes me want to laugh. That girl is nothing but trouble, but not in the way he thinks.

“Morning, boss.” I start with a suck up comment because he loves it and it softens him up a little for the day ahead. “All was fine here. No problems at all from Ava. I gave her instructions for meeting your father this morning and she should be down soon.” As I say those words, I hear the clatter of heels on the staircase before looking up to see Ava making her way down.

I cannot get over how beautiful she looks. She is wearing skinny black jeans that she has clearly ripped holes into on the knees, giving it an old, worn, frayed look. She has paired the jeans with a white vest top that I am fairly sure is supposed to go underneath a shirt. The way the top dips down in a heart shape, along with the push-up bra that she is wearing, shows off her cleavage amazingly. Her hair is down and lightly curled and she is wearing very little make-up because she knows she doesn’t need it. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen but hearing the annoyed grunt coming from beside me, it's clear Grant is not happy. Ava makes it to the bottom of the stairs and I give her a little smile and a cheeky wink Grant doesn’t see. He’s too busy staring at her like she has an alien popping out of her head.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Grant screeches at Ava and I see the little glint of mischief in her eye. Last night, I told her that she would be expected to dress respectfully in front of Grant's father. To be presented to him as Grant’s fiancé is a very big deal and the impression she creates will set the tone for how this will go. Clearly, she wants to start as she means to go on, by causing trouble. I almost chuckle because I know that this is her way of saying a massive fuck you to Grant and Alan Blakeman. I think she is hoping that the old man will take one look at her and say Grant can’t marry her. I have to admit, I’m kinda hoping the same thing, but I also know Grant very well. He always gets what he wants and for some reason, he wants Ava.

“Morning, honey. You look nice. When will Dad be arriving?” Ava sings in this incredibly sweet yet sarcastic voice. She is clearly taking the piss and, man, do I want to laugh. Grant, on the other hand, does not look like he is trying his hardest not to laugh. His face is turning red and he is practically shaking with anger. What the fuck is she doing? I told her last night not to wind him up because he gets unpredictable and that’s when he’s at his most dangerous. This would be bad enough on his own, but to embarrass him in front of his father is like a shitshow waiting to happen.

“What the fuck are you playing at, Ava?” Grant screeches as Ava takes her final step and stands before us in the hallway. As this is happening, I get a silent buzz from the pager in my pocket, I know without looking at it that security at the gate is alerting me to the old man’s arrival. Now I just need to tell Grant.

“I don’t know what you mean, darling.” Ava smiles sweetly as she addresses Grant and I can see he is getting more and more angry. But I need to remember I am just a normal bodyguard. I wouldn’t interfere with his arguments with Katyia and I can’t do it with Ava because he will know.

“Shit, there is no time for your games. My father will be here soon and I cannot present you to him looking like a hobo. Now, get upstairs and change into one of the outfits I bought you that you haven’t defaced. I will deal with your behaviour after this is all over. Now go!” Grant screams and I see the smile fall from Ava’s lips. When Grant issued the threat of dealing with her later, I know that he means it, and by the look on Ava’s face, so does she. But what neither of us know is what that entails and that really fucking bothers me.

Now I’m faced with a big problem because Ava has to go upstairs and change. This meeting has the potential to go very badly if she meets the old man dressed like this, but I also know that he hates tardiness. In fact, I saw him issue the order for a bullet to shoot one of his long term business associates in the head because he arrived for a meeting five minutes late. So, I have to tell Grant he will be here any second and it could potentially mean more trouble for Ava. This whole thing is killing me.

“Sorry to interrupt, Grant, mate, but I got the page your father has passed security. He will be here any minute.” I see his eyes go wide as saucers and they start to flit between the front door and Ava. He is clearly torn by which one will cause him the most trouble. Ava has a slight smirk on her face like she planned this scenario exactly. That little vixen is going to be so much trouble, I can tell.

“Fuck, fine, Ava, you stay like that. We will say we have not had a chance for the personal shopper to change your outfit yet. But listen to me, you better be on your best behaviour with my father. I am already planning to punish you for this situation. Believe me when I say you do not want to add to it. Now, come on, baby. Let’s go and meet my father.” He takes hold of Ava’s arm a little rougher than I would have liked and he drags her towards the door. I stay behind in the background like a good bodyguard does. But then Grant stops and turns Ava to face him.

“Shit, nearly forgot. Here, put this on. Can’t not give my fiancé a ring now, can I?” Grant says as he shoves a small black velvet ring box into Ava’s hand. Not exactly the most romantic of proposals, but then again, this isn’t the most romantic of matchings.

Ava opens the box and I can see the massive diamond in the box from across the room. It’s huge and probably cost a fortune. Not to mention, it’s so big, the glistening that comes from it almost provides its own light source. Ava is looking at it like she cannot quite believe her eyes. Even though I have only known Ava for a very short amount of time, my heart is telling me it isn’t the type of ring Ava would pick out if she was getting married under normal circumstances. It’s just too showy for her tastes I think, but fuck, what do I know?

“I can’t accept this. It looks like it cost a fortune,” Ava says, stumbling over her words as she tries to get them out while still staring at the ring.

“It cost just short of two million pounds. No fiancé of mine would be seen in anything less. Now, I don’t have time to argue about this, so unless you want to call the whole thing off and you can go and plan your father’s funeral instead, then that's fine by me,” Grant snaps as he strides closer to the door to await his father's arrival. The harshness of Grant’s words seem to resonate with Ava because the look on her face turns extremely sour and her face turns white. The thought of having to plan her father’s funeral has literally caused all the colour to run out of Ava’s body and she just looks desolate. Silently, she puts the giant rock on her finger and hands the box back to Grant. I don’t think he has a chance to notice because she shuts things down as quickly as she can, but I’m certain I saw her eyes mist over with tears as she put the ring on her finger. I hate seeing her like that, but even more so, I hate the feeling I get in my stomach when the ring goes on her finger. I feel like I have been punched, but I have no reason to feel like that. It was one night and that’s all it could ever be, we both agreed on that. So, why does it cause me so much pain to see another man’s ring on her finger?

Before I have time to even analyse the shit I’m feeling, the doorbell rings and I step forward to answer the door. Not only is that what the hired help does, but it also helps me to complete a thorough assessment before they even step foot in the building. I have to assess how many there are, who they are, do I know them or not. This is particularly important because if I know them, I know their behaviour patterns and I can usually predict how they are going to react. However, if I don’t know them, then they are unknowns, and unknowns can be dangerous. If it was any other visitor, I would also need to check whether or not they are armed, but with this particular group, it is a given. The rumour is that the old man is so sure in his staff, he feels no need to arm himself. But the rumour is wrong. I’m sure the old man has a gun strapped to his lower leg and a small dagger up his left sleeve. I have never pointed this out to anyone because I've never needed to. The old man would be right to arm himself, you can’t trust anyone in our world.

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