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

 It was a different kind of kiss no doubt. It was a slow one but it was different. Charles could not argue how crazily intense it was. It made his heart explode over and over.

Love, is that you?

Charles almost interrogated the feeling within him but he was too concerned with the woman in his arms and the way she let him care for her through the simple kiss.

Simple kiss?

No. After a minute, it immediately went from that to fiery. At that point, love wasn't the only thing being expressed. Desire entered the picture, dragging bottled-up needs with it. 

Soon, Charles's broad back was against the ground and Isabella was straddling him, the kiss not breaking once.

As his hands went around her waist, he recalled something. "Hmm, wait..." She was reluctant to let go, it made him chuckle. "Bella, wait."

"What?" Her eyes were dark with the many desires she had. 

"We also need to talk about your company."

"Oh." Isabella adjusted her position. "About that... I haven't had an opportunity to thank you for helping me to..."

"We had a deal remember?" He cut her short, his eyes teasing her. "I just held my end of the deal."

Silently, she placed her hands on his chest and he felt so... teased. "Charles... thank you."

"I was just making you happy. Anyway, what do you plan to do about the company? If you will be living here with me, you need to have a plan to run that place effectively."

"Ugh!" Isabella's body ground into his and he felt jumpy. "Charles, let's talk about business later. Please..." Her eyes begged, a sexy look embedded in her orbs. "Touch me now."

"You want that?" She nodded. "But we have to do it my way." A quick nod came from her and Charles wasted no more time. Swiftly and carefully, he held her waist, and soon, she was the one on the ground.

 And, from that view, she looked breathtaking, especially with the new look she had.

As his eyes roamed her body eagerly as if trying to figure out where to start, Charles said with a slightly dark tone. "Are you ready baby girl?"

"For you? Yes." She smiled and he wore a smug smile.

"No. For my touch." Her small frown was all Charles saw as he leaned in and sniffed her neck. 

She shuddered a bit and he loved that reaction. Leaning even further, the tip of his tongue appeared and he poked the same spot he just breathed on. "Bella..." he groaned. 

"Charles..." she moaned, her slender hands gripping his shirt hard. "Charles!" Her low moans turned into a delightful scream when he used his teeth to gently grind that same spot.

Her lovely reaction made him realize that it was time.

For the much-awaited steamy revenge.