My Bodyguard's Sinful Obsession: He Wants My Cunt

"When are you going to grow up, Amelia? You're 23 for crying out loud!" Mr. Brown yelled from the balcony directly opposite Amelia's room, blasting with music.

She knew her dad hated it when she played loud music, especially at night, but she didn't give a care in the world. It was the price he was paying for grounding her for up to a week without money.

"23, dad, I'm still young, stop making it seem like I am as old as your hairline," Amelia retorted from inside her bedroom.

A smirk pulled at the corner of her lips, when she heard him gasp, she knew it was because of the last statement she made.

Not that she wanted to be mean, but she wished he could just mind his business and let her do whatever the fuck she wanted to do.

Speaking of what to do, she had a party scheduled for 11 p.m. in the Castello bar, and her mind was already made up to attend, grounded or not, but what to wear wasn't ready.

She sighed and walked to her wardrobe, flinging the door open like an excited birthday girl opening her present.

A short red gown stoned with crystals all over and a slit in front greeted her eyes. She picked it up and placed it on her body. It was as short as she wanted, and the slit began from her knees up to her thighs.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed.

Immediately after she slipped the cold fabric onto her sleek body, the door burst open. Standing in front of her was her father, who had a deadpan expression on his face, and a strange-looking man dressed in all black beside him.

"Amelia Voltez!" Mr. Brown said with clenched teeth.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, totally unbothered by the look on her dad's face. But she couldn't help but wonder who the strange man was.

The man looked breathtakingly sexy. He was finely shaped like her favorite pornstar, with a well-chiseled face that matched his physique. Amelia was certain his physique could send any woman into multiple wetness sessions, but not her.

"Who's this, dad?" She asked, throwing a disdainful look his way.

"Your bodyguard," Mr. Brown replied, not sparing any glance at her. He turned to the man who had been silent all the while, taking down mental notes of his latest client's daughter, whom he'd heard so much about.

"Rey, this is my daughter Amelia. She erm..." Mr. Brown faltered, cleared his throat, and continued, "She isn't the easiest of persons, but she's a good woman deep down."

Amelia's face contorted into a frown instantly. "Really dad? If I needed someone to babysit me, I would have said so."

"I won't have you disrespect Rey, Amelia. I'm sick and tired of your mannerless lifestyle." Mr Brown spat fiercely.

That seemed to hit home. "Are you saying you're tired of me, Dad?"

Mr. Brown squeezed his eyes shut in agony.

"You make me scared every single time you step out of this house late at night, with or without my consent. I want to stay alive, Amelia, for you, so please don't make this complicated."

Amelia's gaze softened as she stared at her father; having a bodyguard wasn't included in her ideal life plan. Partying, drinking, and shopping was all she cared about. A bodyguard would kill the fun of all those things.

"So you are my hired bodyguard?" She called as she walked closer to Rey.

"You can call me your protector, Princess." Rey corrected, his voice as deep and intense as she had imagined.

The word princess on his lips made her toes curl in ecstasy. And she hated that. Only her boyfriend could give her a pet name. Only her boyfriend should make her feel this way. Not some random stranger her father picked from who-knows-where just to spite her.

"You are anything I say you are, Mr. Man. And for the record, my name is Amelia, not Princess. I'll let you know that your presence is unwanted here. You are just here because my nosy father insists." She stated, giving him a challenging stare.

Rey said nothing. He looked like someone who didn't give a damn what she was saying, and that angered her greatly.

"Amelia Voltez!" Her father called, his eyes pleading with her. "Please, behave."

She snapped her mouth shut and just glared at Rey, who stood like an unmovable stone beside her father.

Mr. Brown breathed a deep sigh of relief, totally pleased that Amelia still had some sort of morality in her.

"I'll be traveling," he stated, staring at Amelia with motherly-like eyes. "And I have no idea when I'll be returning. You need him, Amelia."

Her father's warm gaze bore deep into her soul, and for the first time in her entire life, she accepted the fact that he could be right about her needing a bodyguard. But certainly not this one.

A streak of panic shot up in her as the realization of her father's words replayed in her head-the part where he said he's traveling.

"Don't tell me you'll be leaving me with this, man! till whenever," she asked indignantly.

Mr. Brown nodded confidently.

"How am I supposed to put up with him till whenever?!" Her voice was already taking on a hard edge.

"You're in good hands."

She sighed and rubbed her palm against her forehead, seething, "I won't accept this. Send him back to wherever the hole he crawled out from, or I swear to God, I'll jump out of the window."

It was another trick of hers that worked each time her father went against her wishes. And there was no perfect time to use it than now.

Mr. Brown sighed for the umpteenth time since the night began. "Doing this won't change my decision, Amelia. Rey stays"

And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving a raging Amelia totally dumfounded.

She was just about to follow him when her eyes caught Rey's figure looming behind her.

"Don't fucking follow me," she commanded and continued to walk. Her rage intensified the moment she whirled around to see Rey still walking behind her.

"Surely there's a brain lying behind that handsome face, so why are you choosing not to use it?!"

Rey stopped in his tracks and asked, "So you think I have a handsome face, huh?"

She went eerily quiet, feeling embarrassed for spilling out something that was supposed to stay in her head.

Rey smirked and walked closer to her until there was no space between them. She could feel his hard breath on her skin and the rhythmic movement of his chest against hers.

And his cologne, goodness, it smelled so heavenly and she couldn't help but close her eyes in ecstasy.

"Ahem!" Rey's delicate cough alerted Amelia to the fact that she'd had her eyes closed for far too long without saying a word.

"Open your eyes, Princess. I'm sure you wouldn't want your red dress wasting off here."

His statement rang in her ears, veering her away from her short moment of ecstasy. She snapped her eyes open and quickly stepped away from him, praying that something appropriate and sophisticated would emerge.

"Y-you, y..you... fucking stay away from me!" She croaked, sounding as awkward as hell, much to the pleasantry of Rey, who enjoyed every fit of awkwardness she was exhibiting.

"It's not happening anytime soon, princess," he replied, striding towards her.

"Stop calling me that!" She yelled, holding up her hands like she was about to strangle him.

All Rey did was wink at her, his smirk very visible to her.

Her heart sank; it was official that she now had a flirty-assed man babysitting her at the age of 23.

"Fine, you can do whatever the hell you want, but if you as much as say a word to me as soon as we step out of here, consider yourself sacked," she deadpanned.

Rey smirked and pulled her close to him, patting her hair, which smelled so sweet. "As you wish, princess."

Her mouth was wide open and she got lost staring at his lips while he spoke but he didn't let her live in that moment for long.

"Don't stare at my lips like a hungry hyena, Princess.."

Before she could say a word, he dashed out of the room.

The ride to The Castello bar was as awkward as hell, especially for Amelia. Rey had gone as far as changing into something more casual, saying he was hired to be a protector, not an office attendant.

His outfit was no doubt casual, but not in the eyes of Amelia, who wouldn't stop drooling at the sight of his maleness flexing under his pants.

Rey, who seemed on the verge of laughter, rescued her, much to her dismauy. "Focus, princess, I'm certain you have a boyfriend."

She shifted with discomfort in her seat and averted her gaze from his torso to the car window.

They both said nothing to each other afterwards until they arrived at the bar.

"Remember, one word from your mouth to my ears, and you're sacked. Forever." Amelia said, dragging out the 'forever' like her life depended on it.

Technically, it did. Her friends, boyfriend, and girls who were obsessed with her would all be at the party, and she'd be as good as dead if they found out that she has a babysitter.

She took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, not bothering to check if Rey was tagging behind her because she knew he'd definitely be.

Her eyes lit up at the buzzing atmosphere of the bar as soon as she stepped inside. A few of her friends were hurdled up against each other, and hard rock music buzzed across the room. It was just what she needed. A light party to calm her nerves and the pent-up tension in her body.

She scanned the whole room for Max, her boyfriend, ignoring the lustful eyes of other guys. She finally found him at the bar, gulping down three shots of tequila at a time.

Her brows furrowed as she walked closer to him, brushing past whoever stood in her way.

"Max," she called out to him, waving her hands frantically in the air.

Max turned, and his eyes collided with hers. A smile pulled the corner of his lips up at the sight of the red dress she wore. She looked as hot as usual.

He stood from the chair, taking along with him the strongest shot of tequila.

"You look hot, babe," he said, approaching her and planting a kiss on her nipple through her dress. "...as always"

Amelia giggled shyly and hugged him. "You don't look bad either," she said, running her hands through his hair. It was her favorite thing to do.

Max looked up to see cold blue eyes staring at him indignantly, a few meters behind Amelia.

He detangled from the hug. "Do you know that stranger behind you, he keeps staring at us?"

Amelia whirled around to meet the starry eyes of Rey. She sighed, pulling Max into a tight embrace. "Apparently my dad decided to get me a babysitter."

"Babysitter?" Max asked.

She rolled her eyes. "A bodyguard can be referred to as a babysitter, don't you think so?"

Max smirked, "True."

Rey continued to stare at Max from where he sat, this time more intently. He wasn't one to write off people at first glance, but the constant screaming of his instincts at him wasn't one he could ignore either.

"Here, babe, I got you this," Max mumbled, handing Amelia the tequila he ordered, specially from the mixologist.

Amelia's face pulled down. She hated drinking, and Max knew, "I don't want to drink. I hate alcohol, and you know that."

"Well, I want you to drink this. There's room for trying out new things in our relationship as far as I'm concerned," Max said firmly.

"But-

"No buts Amelia, it's just tequila, and trust me, you'd love it," Max cut in.

Amelia sighed and folded her arms across her chest. "I don't want to, Max! Why is that so hard to grasp?!" She half-yelled.

Max pulled away from her, his eyes blazing with fury at her sudden outburst. "You know what? Suit yourself!"

She gasped, she hadn't expected him to get so angry over such a menial issue as her not wanting to drink.

"Really max? Fine!"

She grabbed the glass from him and snapped her eyes shut before emptying the contents into her mouth with a blow.

The sore taste of the tequila burned her throat, and she coughed, placing her hand soothingly on her chest.

"It burns," she drawed out.

"As it should, you'd get used to it soon," Max said, holding up her hair while she continued to cough.

The air around her seemed to grow hotter and hotter with each passing second. She mumbled words that made no sense, trying as much as she could to keep her feet on the ground.

Until she felt a hand snake around her waist, pulling her closer while the other grabbed her boobs and pressed gently.

She jerked and blinked hard. The effect of the said tequila was already taking its toll on her, but still, she knew when she was being touched without her consent.

"S-stop t...t-touching m-me," she stammered out, slapping the hands away from her boobs.

But her efforts seemed fruitless. To Max, it felt like air was barely passing through his skin.

"Never," he mumbled, lowering the hand he placed on her waist to her buttocks and squeezed it hard.

Amelia yelped. This shouldn't be happening. Max shouldn't be doing this to her.

Rey, who's had a hard time controlling himself from not pouncing on Max at first glance, took a shot from the waitress passing by. He gulped it at once and charged at Max like a predator, ready to take on prey.

The first thing his clenched fist came into contact with was Max's face.

Max staggered. "The fuck, bro–

Rey landed another punch on his already bruised face. His lips pursed as he thundered, his deep voice reverberating throughout the entire room. "Get your fucking hands away from her, shithole."

Everywhere went deathly still. Max felt a liquid rush from the corner of his lips, and his face reddened instantly.

He charged at Ray with the tequila glass, ready to stab him as many times as he could.

"Max don't! Max fucking dropped the glass." Amelia tried to stop Max from doing something as foolish as fighting with a well-trained bodyguard.

But Rey, on the other hand, was swift enough to dodge and land Max a kick in the groin.

Max cried out in pain, wrapping his hands around his groin as bolts of pain shot through his legs.

Amelia clasped her hands around her mouth in shock. She couldn't stand the sight of Rey dishing out punches to every part of Max's body and finally gave way to the drowsiness she was feeling.

Rey saw her collapse, and he hastily jerked away from Max's body, but not before landing him the twentieth punch in just a minute.

He rushed to her and pulled her from the floor, flinging her onto his shoulders as if she weighed nothing.

"You'll be fine, princess," he muttered softly in her ears, and then began to walk out of the bar. Cursing himself for not paying more attention to her shithole boyfriend.

Carefully, he placed her on the back seat of the car and hopped on the driver's seat. He drove like one who had his wife in labor until he arrived at her house.

As soon as he stepped into the house and dropped her on the floor.

She staggered and advanced a step closer, pressing a forefinger to the pulse beating savagely at his throat. "I want you."

She closed the remaining distance separating them and let her breath feather over him. "I want you so badly, Rey."

She couldn't tell why, but her insides were burning with a desire to have him inside of her. To feel his cock buried deep inside her pussy.

Rey flinched away from her touch. "You're drunk, princess. I'll tuck you in bed and sing you a lullaby to sleep."

She shook her head. "I want you tucked inside of me, not the other way around."

She saw his eyes darken. And she took it as a cue to help herself. She took his hands and pressed them gently on her aching breasts.

Rey's control snapped in half immediately, and he felt her soft breast warm his sturdy hands.

"Amelia, we sh–

She didn't let him finish. She pulled herself deeper into his body and slammed her lips against his. He was exploring every inch of his mouth like her life depended on it.

Another gasp flew out of Rey's mouth as soon as he felt Amelia's lips lock with his. Every bone of dignity he had inside of him, jumped out of his body.

He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her hungrily like a starved man.

He had every reason to stop and think for a second about the repercussions of his actions but the urge to have her writhing under him in pleasure subdued every reason.

His hands trailed to her bosom and he gave it a soft squeeze, lifting her up from the ground.

While her hard nipples puckered in his chest, his dick which was already hard poked the walls of her pussy.

Only that she had too much clothes on. Too damn much. He groaned and pulled back from the kiss.

Amelia's face pulled down in regret, thinking he probably didn't want her as much as she did. Not until he yanked off her clothes from her body with one forceful pull.

The zippers by the side tore apart, leaving her totally unclad before him - and she didn't fucking care.

She loved the way his eyes raked her body pleasantly, like a Viking warlord surveying his spoils.

Rey muttered a loud fuck and began walking up the stairs, kicking away every object that stood in his way. His body burned with the need to fill her pussy with his cock and hear her soft moans in his ears.

And as soon as he got inside the room, he placed her gently on the bed and then stood one last time to take a closer look at her.

His dick screamed in delight at the sight of the wetness pooling in between her legs and her pinkish nipples gazing so softly at him.

"Fuck, i love your body" he whimpered, using his hand to stroke himself while basking himself with the view.

But not for long.

He stopped and walked towards her on the bed, thrusting all the way into her at once and a loud cry tore from her lips.

He quickly slid out his dick from her pussy only to see it covered in specks of blood. He thrusted his hips backwards in an attempt to detangle himself from his but her legs suddenly clung onto him like glue.

She arched her back and pushed herself upwards, mounting her pussy directly in front of his dick.

She started to rotate her hips and Rey couldn't resist the urge to plunge back into her.

He groaned low on his throat like a caged animal as soon as he felt her pussy tightening around his dick.

With his upper body pressing her soft body, childing her soft breaths and her leg held to his waist, he plunged into her over and over again until she cried out with each fierce but shallow thrust.

He was taking extra care not to give her all of him. Somehow the idea of him being her first spiked up the chord of interest he already had in her.

"Oh God...!" Amelia moaned into his lips as he slammed his lips on hers.

His hand left her thigh and he snaked it in between their body. He pressed it on my clit and caressed her intimately with each plunge of his maleness inside her.

Her legs started shaking so badly, they could no longer hold her up for him. She whimpered into his mouth and his hands shots to her hips. He lifted her into his arms, wrapping both her legs around his waist as he plunged again and again and again.

The pleasure was overwhelming, zigging down her back. Tension built inside of her, the sound of his thrusts, and his ragged filled her ears.

When the tension in her snapped, She flew over the edge shivering and sobbing against him. Her nails bit into his shoulders while her insides gripped him tightly.

"Fvck!" Rey grunted as he came inside of her. His thrusts went jerky until finally, it slowed down and eventually stopped.

While she tried to catch her breath, he kissed her so tenderly, making her heart swell. He withdrew from her body and patted her head lovingly till she slept off in his arms.

* * * * * * * *

The morning light from the window, breezed into Amelia's room, making her eyes snap open and close at the same time.

She tried to stand up and almost immediately bolts of pain shot throughout her entire body.

What the fuck? She groaned out, wondering what was happening to her. She looked down and noticed she was totally naked and a high pitched scream tore from her mouth.

She jerked from the bed and dashed into her gigantic wardrobe, taking out one of her most expensive heels. But then she quickly threw it away, the heels weren't as hard as she wanted.

She brought out another one and without thinking twice, landed it multiple times on Rey who had been sleeping peacefully.

He had heard her scream but he ignored it, thinking it was probably his ears playing tricks on him, until he felt a hard object smacking different parts of his body

He nearly landed a punch on her face in self defense, thinking it was an intruder.

"Why the fuck are you in my bed?" She spat fiercely, grabbing a handful of the duvet to cover herself properly while glaring at him.

"Shit!" Rey cursed, ignoring her question. The memories of last night breezed into his head and a feeling of regret washed over him. Suddenly he wished he had fought her off even after she kissed him.

"Why the fuck are you in my bed asshole? And why am I naked? Wait did we -"

Rey nodded slowly, he couldn't bring himself to say anything. Not when the reddish stain on the bed was right below her eyes.

Another high pitched scream tore from Amelia's throat, at some point she paused to catch her breath and then she resumed, this time around clenching her hands into a fist and punching Rey while still screaming.

"Calm the fuck down Amelia!" Rey thundered, he had been silent all through reminiscing on a thousand ways to handle the situation at hand peacefully but Amelia's incessant actions was grating his nerves. And he couldn't control himself anymore.

"If you hadn't taken that alcohol from your shithole boyfriend we wouldn't be in this mess, you practically seduced me into having sex with you last night" he explained ragingly, the muscles in his throat flexing as he spoke.

She went mute and dropped her heels on the floor. "Seduce you? How???!!!"

Rey heaved a tired sigh. "I brought you back home drunk and was just about to take you to your room when you dragged me back and kissed me."

Her brows furrowed as she stared at him. The fragments of the previous night was beginning to swirl into her head. As soon as she completely remembered what had happened, she sank into the bed, feeling dejected and stupid for what she had done.

"But why did you let me, you should have pushed me away?" She groaned out, clasping her hands on her face with her curled toes.

With all honesty he replied, "I couldn't, Princess, I just couldn't."

Amelia felt a string of regret pull at her chest, she never had imagined losing her virginity to a stranger she just met in a not-so-pleasant situation. Rey was supposed to remain her bodyguard, not the man who would end up popping her cherry.

She wondered how Max was going to feel if she told him about the incident and immediately, her blood began to boil.

"You caused this Rey, you fucking caused this. If you didn't beat up my boyfriend, we'd probably not be in this situation" she drawed out with her lips pursed.

"If I had a chance to beat his ass again, I'd do it over and over again," he retorted, not showing any sign of remorse.

Her blood boiled to over a 100 hundred degrees. Rey's words were like daggers to her chest and she hated how unbothered he looked after taking something that belonged to her without her full consent.

"You had no right to get involved with my personal matters, Max is my boyfriend and whatever must have happened between us wasn't any of your business" she thundered.

But the next words that spilled from Rey's mouth had her mouth hanging open.

"I don't regret doing what I did to him, I'll do the same to any other person that would dare to lay his or her filthy hands on you. I'm not a nice man Princess, if you must know, I would gladly chop off anyone's balls for your sake."