All Chapters of The Bodyguard's Secret : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ETHAN COLE I knew something would go wrong. She was going to try something stupid, and she did! She stumbled too close to the edge — close enough that my pulse slammed into my throat.As much as I felt my emotions boiling, I wanted to stroke her hair and whisper to her that she was safe. But doing that might make her think I was always there — that I would somehow bend nature to keep her safe. Once we stepped into the mansion, I snapped. She needed it to know her place. To protect her weak self.My foolish princess.“I gave you an instruction, Ava, didn't l?” I swallowed. My gaze darkened, piercing into her, searching her soul… wondering where she learned to be this rebellious. She didn't fight back. She just stood there frozen, unmoving. But I saw it. The anger rising, the emotions she’d bottled up were seconds from exploding.“And what did you do? You walked straight into the danger. You risked yourself for what exactly?!” Now, I couldn't tell if I was angry or simply f

AVA DUVAL I couldn't stay angry at him for so long. I mean who would? When he stared at me with that dark hunger, like he wanted to claim me. Ethan stood behind me, his gaze following my hands as I brushed some red on the portrait I was painting. Carefully, I dipped some more red and smeared it on the girl's bright yellow dress. “You must feel dark today,” he muttered, his voice low, almost a whisper.I dropped the brush, took a deep breath and turned to him. “Isn't it better that I poured my darkness on something other than you?” I smacked my lips.He grinned, walking towards me. My back suddenly felt exposed, heat rushed to my face and when he bent to my face level I was sure it turned bright red. His lips grazed my ear while his soft breath warmed my skin. My breath grew raspy and my legs were getting weak. “I'd like that,” he purred. I bit my lips to stop this aching between my legs. How could his voice make my mind spiral… in the end, this man was going to ruin me. M

AVA DUVAL “You know what to do,” I said calmly, sitting beside a young man. Calm? Hardly.My knees bounced as I tapped my heels nervously on the porcelain tiles. My hands curled and uncurled, my heart racing. A drop of sweat slid from my hair down to my chin. The weather seemed rather hot — maybe it was just me. I hoped my plan worked, but the way my stomach tightened told me otherwise. I guess I was crazy because I was going as far as to hire someone to make Ethan jealous, and to deny him of any of my affection. My eyes moved to the young man, his brown hair glistened in the sun as much as his deep silver eyes. He was the perfect person to use against Ethan — an innocent shy face, gay and of course just right. He smiled shyly, rubbing his knuckles. He too was nervous not to mess up and strangely it made me feel terrible. Ethan was in training and would be back anytime soon. I knew I was petty, but it didn't matter. “If you act like that, he'd suspect you're being paid,” I

AVA DUVAL “Dress well.” That was the first thing my father told me when he came back from his trip. The Duvals were hosting a party though I still didn't know the reason for it. I sighed, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My black bra was hooked too tight, pushing my breasts up uncomfortably. My fingers trailed from my shoulder down to my waistline. A scar sat below it, reddish and fresh. “You should dress, Ava. Today might be for you and you don't want to keep them waiting.” It was my bodyguard, sitting on a chair with his legs crossed. His eyes roamed my body, a satisfied grin plastered on that face of his. He had done that. The red marks all over my body. Last night after father came home, I had dropped to my knees begging him to take my frustrations away… to make me forget that my life was a series of being ignored and yet overly protected. I sighed, pushing all the thoughts aside.“They should wait. I'm the heiress to the Duval organization,” I countered, giving a

AVA DUVAL My back hit the wall with a sharp thud. It hurt, yet it felt exhilarating. My chest rose and fell. My breathing was fast and hot. I huffed as sweat dripped from my hair down to my neck where he had left a fresh scar. My legs stayed wrapped around his waist, and my hands over his shoulders. His tongue ran past my soft lips and his teeth held them biting into it.He loved digging into my skin like he was some carnivore. I didn't mind. I loved when it cut through my body leaving marks. “Ahh…” a moan escaped my lips. My body humped up and down begging to receive any form of pleasure. My clit throbbed hard,the aching spiralled through my body causing me to jerk some more. He loved it when I was in pain. The satisfaction he got anytime my eyes pleaded. It felt like he wrapped me around his fingers, but in truth, we held each other. Ethan had a knack for burying his face between my breasts. I never mentioned it — it was like a secret between the both of us. He also loved