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

“B-but… I want you to touch me now.” 

“No.”

 “No? But you’ve been touching me all these days.”

 Charles was almost laughing and she hated that. “Bella,” his thick voice started. “I am not saying I won’t ever touch you. I will. But when I do, I want to make sure to remind you not to ever think of leaving me.” 

“Is that your revenge?” 

“It is better experienced than heard.” 

“So what happens now?” She felt like a fool. She had been very excited.

And did he ask her to do as she wished? She didn’t want that at all. Isabella knew how less fiery the intercourse would be if she was the only one doing the work.

He knew it too.

Damn. Charles sure did know how to torture her.

 “You either touch me or we go to sleep.” He was torturing her and he enjoyed what he was doing. 

“But-” Charles's lips widened as Isabella didn't bother to complete her sentence. She got off him while wondering why they bothered to strip if he didn't intend to touch her.

Her hands ran through her hair as it all seemed crazy. 

“Let’s sleep then.” She replied to Charles's suggestion gruffly and quickly pulled the blanket over her naked body. “Look at the bright side though,” he continued, his body moving towards her. “We are finally married.” 

Isabella smiled and she let him pull her into his nakedness even though she knew that her body would crazily react to the contact.

 But one thing she knew for certain was that she was finally going to have a very good sleep after a long time.