She messed with guys at parties and even had three boyfriends, one of whom she dated back home, taking her virginity in the back seat of a fancy Mercedes which his parents bought for him.

But whatever is happening right now between them is something she has never felt before.


Charles ran a hand over her chin, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to look him in the eye.

His thumb swept along her bottom lip, and she let out a shuddering breath as he leaned closer, tilting his head as if he were going to kiss her, but stopped instead.

His gaze pierced her, and seeped down into her soul, holding her captive like a prisoner. But for the first time, she is someone willing to be imprisoned.


"You don't have to be afraid..." He mumbled. "I won't hurt you..."

And then he kissed her. His lips are soft. So very soft, like velvet, a stark contrast to the roughness of the rest of him.


His kiss was soft, just breath on her lips that she eagerly inhaled, hugging him.

Rosabella let out a soft groan, barely catching it as he whispered against her skin.

"Unless you want me." A smirk took over his face as he pulled away.

She should have panicked. She should have gone back to the previous door and run far, far away, but she couldn't. She could do nothing but stand there and shake as he let go of her, taking a step back.

Charles looked at her for a moment, his eyes scanning her body, as his smile grew. He's like a kid with a brand-new toy, and she just hopes he doesn't break her as soon as she comes out of the pack.

"You're a heartless bastard, Charles." She glared at him.

"And you?"

"Too good for you." She spits.

A second later, he was on top of her again, his hands searching for her as his lips touched hers once more.

There was no tenderness from a moment ago in his touch.

Instead, he grabbed her, pulled her into his arms, and took her breath away with his powerful kiss.

Rosabella gasped as he lifted her up, his hands gripping her hips.

Clinging to him, wrapping her legs around his waist, wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung to her dear life.

He is very strong. God, he was stronger than she expected, hugging her like she was weightless as he carried her to bed, his lips still on hers.

He laid her on her back on the white sheet, he pressed on top of her, his weight down on her, squeezing her heaving chest.

Her lungs burned, and the butterflies in her stomach flapped wildly, ready to fly. A strange thrill welled up in her as he moved from her mouth, his lips following the line of her jaw, finding her neck.

Charles kissed and licked, his teeth grazing her skin, as his hand climbed up her skirt, pushing it up her waist.

Rosabella barely had time to think as his hand slid under the delicate fabric of her lace panties, his fingertips grazing her clitoris.

Her back arched involuntarily as a gasp escaped her throat, pleasure tearing through her insides, the first lightning of an oncoming storm.

She was caught in a whirlwind. There was no other way to describe it, no way to explain it, except that she had been swept up so quickly that she could no longer even see the ground.

His hands were all over her, tearing at her clothes, his lips searching every stitch of exposed skin.

The dress was pulled off and splattered across the room, barely touching the floor before he left a trail of hot kisses down her stomach.

Sliding his hand under her, he quickly worked on her bra, ripping it off. He grabbed the sides of her panties which she instinctively lifted as he pulled them down.

Her knees found each other, pulling together like magnets, as her hands covered her breasts, timidly shielding her naked body from his view as he sat back.

Staring at her hungrily, Charles continued to pull his shirt open while his hands worked on his pants, unzipping his belt and unzipping them, the sound seemingly reverberating through the quiet room.

It made her heart beat faster than before, so frantic that her vision blurred as he pulled them out with his boxer, leaving him as naked as she was.

For a second, Rosabella was too shy to look at him, but then she couldn't help herself, her eyes darting over him, running down to his toned form and then back to meet him.

When her gaze met him, he parted her legs, moving to the space between them.

Rosabella watched the muscles in her body constrict, trailing dark hair along his toned stomach leading her straight to his crotch.

And her eyes widened when she caught it. But she only got a glimpse, as Charles grabbed it and stroked it before pressing it against her.

With her eyes closed, she felt him rubbing his head against her clitoris, sending those tiny electrical currents through her.

"You'll rest easy, Rosabella..." He whispered as he first pushed inside her, moving slowly, covering her body with his.

She panted in her throat, the feeling of him quelling all other thoughts in her head as she couldn't focus on anything other than him in and out of her, moving painfully slowly.

Only him.

There. Inside her.

And that feeling drives her so mad that she can't help but instinctively stroke his back, digging her nails into his shoulders.

"If you want me to stop, tell me." His eyes fixed on hers as he felt the scratches on his skin.