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

At that moment, going to the court sounded like the greatest idea ever.

And... as it was in the past, she was once again grateful to have Charles.

"If that's how you want to play this," the smirk on Gabriel's face pissed Isabella off greatly, "I will meet you in court." Isabella didn't look away when his eyes bored into hers. "And I will make sure I get Isabella back."

As he walked away, a huge breath Isabella had no idea she was holding begged for release and she finally knew a kind of relief.

"Are you fine?" Charles asked with great concern. Her eyes which looked so much like a little girl's darted into his. After a single lick of her lower lip, she nodded. He did not seem to believe her, so he pulled her in for a hug. "You are not an empty woman, Isabella."

She did nothing but hug him tighter.

"I will do all I can to make sure Manifold doesn't get to you."

Isabella looked up at the man with the warm, broad chest. "I don't want him to."

Radiating comfort through his entire existence, Charles held her chin. "And, he won't. You have suffered long enough, Isabella. You deserve better in life because you have not offended anyone. All you did was be a good daughter. You shouldn't suffer for that."

His words sank into her heart and she almost cried.

Then, she was taken back to the very moment they first met. His words back then always struck a chord within her and that, amongst so many things, made her love him.

She stared even more into his eyes, unaware she was on tiptoes and leaning toward his lips.

Charles was making her feel that way again. He was making her insides dance with joy as she sank more and more into the cushion of comfort he brought with him.

Isabella didn't want to feel that way because she was slightly afraid.

But, Charles did not fail to remind her that, no matter what happens, she had him.

What more could she want? Why should she run away even farther?

All she needed was right in front of her.

"Isabella?"

This time, she took his lips with hers and sent a message to him with it. An unsaid message.

Charles wasted no time. He drew her closer and delicately replied to her message. Within a second, their needs grew, and the atmosphere changed.

Without breaking the kiss, Charles swept Isabella off the floor and had her straddling him in that position. Isabella who was already craving more smiled.

"I don't think I can wait till we get married," Charles said, his forehead on hers as the kiss broke.

Isabella leaned in and gave him a peck on his right ear lobe. Almost seductively, she said into his ear, "Then, take me right now."