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

"Let's go." Charles wasted no time and got up. "You need to rest."

Isabella whose sniffling continued was kind of glad that was all. She didn't think she would be able to cope if she had gone down to details.

Especially about...

"Let's go," Charles said again and grabbed her hand.

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No one said anything as their feet walked them into Charles's room where she apparently would be staying in till everything was sorted out.

Almost having a blank mind that was getting desperate for some sleep, Isabella made for the bed. But a hold on her elbow drew her back and had her against the wall.

Her eyes met a set of worried and pained green orbs and she managed a small smile. "Hey, Charles," she whispered. Charles watched her still, a word not escaping him. "What is wrong?" she asked sadly. Her eyes blinked tiredly. "I need to sleep and-"

"Let me..." he interrupted her, then paused his response. Suddenly, his outstretched hands found support against the wall and he had her within his perimeter. Then he said quietly, "Let me protect you like this."

Her eyes fluttered.

"I will protect you from the world this way. Let me be the reason you will find peace again."

"Charles..."

"I don't mind if you call me Anthony. Just..." He bit his lip and ducked closer. "Just never leave me."

Isabella smiled and reached for his cheek. "I will be foolish to make that mistake again." This time, her heart fluttered.

Charles planted a quick kiss on her palm before saying, "Promise?"

"With everything I have."

"You will let me protect you?"

"I will let you love me too," she replied.

Then he smiled. A huge, cute smile that lit up her whole being. "I am glad."

"Me too. I..." His lips cut her short.

"Will you also let me take you? Should I pleasure you like never before?" he asked in between the heated exchange.

Tiptoeing for more access, Isabella smiled and said, "Yes, please."