Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (carter reed .txt) 📗

Fifty One

 

"Okay, this is getting creepy," Isabella blurted as Charles continued to order her steps.

They had already driven miles away from the hotel when Charles stopped the car and asked her to put on a blindfold.

Because she was wishing for a means to escape the terror in her heart, Isabella complied.

 But, at that moment, as she lifted her leg to blindly step on something that felt wooden, she started to regret her choice. 

"We are almost there. And I've got you, you won't fall," Charles's thick voice assured, and Isabella could not help a little tug on her lips.

"We have been walking forever."

"We are here."

  A creaky sound backed Charles's announcement. Then, Isabella began to wonder where exactly they were. "Here, come in." He grabbed her hand again and led her like he had been doing for the past minutes.

"Can I get rid of this fold now?"

"Hmm... Wait a second." Isabella could not wait to see what the deal was. "Okay, you can remove it now." 

Sighing as though she just escaped from a cage, her eyes were soon scanning the room and she could not help but feel connected to the place. 

The strange feeling she got made her face Charles who was now seated on the edge of the huge bed in the room. After briefly eyeing the whiteness of the bedsheets, she asked, "Where is this place?" 

"You can't tell?" he quizzed her, his arms folding across his broad chest.

Isabella took another look. 

It was a modern room that had a simple touch to it. The plain walls complemented the neatness of the heavy carpet as well. 

"Hmm. I don't know," was all Isabella uttered as she advanced toward the window side which was covered by large, patterned blue blinds. But, when she pushed the curtains to a side, realization befell her and she instantly knew where they were. "I can't believe I couldn't recognize my hotel at first sight."

"This is just a room, you can't possibly identify every room in the building," Charles replied. 

"Actually..." A small smile was on Isabella's face as she walked to the bed and sat close to her husband. "This room is a unique one."

"How so?"

"It is the only room that isn't designed with something from past centuries. It is a normal-looking room that is just right for anyone. We hardly give out this room but we always make sure to take good care of it."

"That's interesting." Isabella's head shifted and their eyes met. "Are you okay?" Charles finally asked and she closed her eyes for a second. "Talk to me, Bella." 

She proceeded to lean on his shoulders when she felt his fingers in her hair. Isabella recalled everything that happened earlier in the hotel, and she searched for comfort in Charles's presence.

 And, when she found it, her soul felt greatly soothed. 

Then she replied to his question. "I am not so fine. But I will survive."

"I am glad." His fingers were now running through the length of her arm. "I am very glad."

"Aren't you going to ask me what Uncle Ben and I discussed?"

Charles shook his head. "Asking you about it will make you remember everything and I don't want that issue to bother you anymore."

Her hands wrapped around his waist, and she could not ignore the way his words made her feel. "Do you think he will survive?" 

Isabella had no idea what she was thinking back there but she knew a part of her wanted Ben Idoh dead.

But a much more prominent part made her realize Ben Idoh had to suffer before he leaves the planet Earth. The way she suffered, he had to experience the same.

 Or even worse.

He had called her father a sinner when he was no different. Either way, all sinners needed to pay for their iniquities.

"I hope he does. He must pay for what he has done. Because of him..." Charles removed her hands from his sides and cupped her cheeks after, his eyes dancing slowly. "Because of him, you had to run away from me."

"Yes, I left you."

"I told you not to feel bad about it," he mumbled while his thumbs began to caress what they could on her face.

"But I can't help it. I..." 

 His lips shut her up and she did not argue.

 Isabella had been anticipating his touch.

"You talk too much," Charles murmured against her lips before he took her lips again, this time with more fierceness. 

Soon, she was lying on the bed and he was hovering over her, still kissing away as seductively as possible. 

"Are we spending the night here?" Isabella asked when he began to trail kisses down the skin of her neck.

"Hmm. I plan to do things to you right here." Sneakily, his right hand went past her top. With no haste in his motion, Charles began to run his fingers over her soft skin, over every scar on her abdomen and Isabella shuddered in response. 

When she craned her neck for more, Charles took her earlobe and teased it with his tongue, the sweet feeling causing Isabella to give a low cry of growing satisfaction.

Then he kissed the back of her ear, blowing some air onto her lobe before taking it in between his lips again.

"Charles!" Isabella's hands strained against his chest as his hand under her top went higher and found a way to tease her hardening nipple. 

So, while he sucked on her lobe, his fingers caressed the sensitive nipple as slowly as possible.

"Bella?" Charles called and when she gave an incoherent reply, he stopped what he was doing. His eyes gleaming, he stood straight and said, "I want to watch you strip."

Isabella smiled widely and she reached for the jacket over her shoulder. 

When that one was tossed to a side, her top was almost joining the league. And by the time that cloth was past her head, she saw that even Charles had bared his chest.

"What?" He smirked. "Don't you want to see me strip?"

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