It's true that she has no one around to have fun with, but he can never be too careful.

He knows that Carlos is single now, but he suspects that Carlos and Kaylin were messing around anyway.


Rosabella shrugged. "Fair enough."

These two words made him stand up almost immediately. Does that mean she agreed? He didn't want to push her so he held it gently.

"Really?"


She bit her lower lip and sighed deeply.

"Only until Fanny and I leave. When Mr. Aiden is taken care of."


Charles nodded. "Until whenever." He ignores her comment about leaving because he is adamant about not helping her with this.

"And I don't want anyone to know. No one, not even Fanny."

Again, he couldn't agree more. He likes to keep things private and it looks like she's on the same page.

"Alright." As soon as he said those words, there was a tension between them, his hand returning to her bare skin as his eyes wandered down between their bodies, shifting it so that he put one of his feet between her by stepping a little closer to her.

"How now?"

He heard her inhale in a shaky voice.

"I need to go see Fanny..."

"Let's go see her in ten minutes."

Rosabella frowned at him again.

"Ten minutes? Is that all I get?"

Charles laughed. He pulled her away from where they were and led them to the bedside. Rosabella slid her hand down his chest, reaching for the button of his shirt, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Did I tell you to do that?"

"You didn't tell me not to."

Charles pulled her hand away as he leaned down and whispered into her lips.

"Do not."

The lone word had a warm breath on her skin, fanning the flames of her lust, rekindling the fire deep within her.

Exhaling tremulously, he didn't even give her time to respond as he pushed her away from him and turned her around.

Rosabella gasped as he picked her up and threw her on the bed face down, crossing her legs and pinning her there.

"Wait." She said, heart pounding.

His weight was on hers as he reached under her skirt, pushed it up, and pulled her panties, ripping them off.

"Charles,"

"I don't have a pause button, Rosabella." His voice was strained, with a sense of urgency.

"If you don't want this, you know how to stop me. All you have to do is say it."

But Rosabella didn't want to. All she wants is to feel him inside her, let him consume her, and show her what pleasure feels like.

Her head went numb and his body constricted, his weight welcoming as it pressed against hers, a heavy hand resting on the center of her back as she heard him fumbling with his belt buckle.

She tried to see, tried to see, her cheeks flat against the bed as she craned her neck to catch a glimpse, but it was only a glimpse, a flash of a dark suit.

Charles didn't even take off her clothes. Nor did he undress himself, merely unzipping his pants enough to free himself from restraint.

Reaching between her legs, he forced them apart and jostled her, pushing her inside in one smooth motion.

Rosabella yelped as he filled her, stretching her to form a shape around him. It didn't hurt, but her body reacted as soon as he put his finger on her.

"You're wet, Rosabella..." He sighed.

"You like it like this, don't you?" He pushed hard a few times, causing her to bite down on her lower lip to keep her from squealing.

But Charles did not accept her silence. "I ask you a question." He growls, twisting his hips.

"Oh, my god. Yes." She gasped, closing her eyes.

"I love it..."

"I know you know." His voice was a lustful whisper in her ear as his hand circled her belly, sliding downward, his fingertips searched her clitoris as his strong arms pressed her against him tighter, placing her butt so he could hit her deeper.

He pushed so hard, she held her breath for a moment and then began to gasp, her fingers clutching the bed sheet below.

"You're driving me crazy... the way you feel..."

She shouldn't have heard his words as hot as hers, but they ignited something inside her, a tingling engulfing her entire body, from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes.

"I can't stop thinking about this... about your body..."

It was almost emotional, an overwhelming honesty, that she couldn't help but fall from her lips.

"Say no more, show me... show me what you're thinking of doing to me..."

"I can't wait to do this..." He said, stroking her clitoris as he pushed her harder... and harder... and harder with each thrust of his hips.

"God, I knew I needed to have You in my bed the first time I saw You... That timid smile and those wide, innocent eyes. Wrong... I wanted it too. wrong, want you, but I can't resist." His voice was strained, the words coming out like gasping for air.

"Who says you need to resist..." She whispered, not sure if it was loud enough for him to hear, but he squeezed her tighter against him, stroking her faster, deeper, as he whispered in her ear.

"I'm done getting away... now you're mine... mine to do whatever I like with..."

Rosabella parted in his arms, locked in his arms, imprisoned beneath him, never felt as free before as she did at that moment.

And when joy finally sweeps over her, it takes away all worries, worries, and insecurities she's ever had and wipes them out.

Charles said nothing else, slowing his movements, letting the orgasm pass her and disappear before the switch inside him flipped.

In an instant he turned from human to beast, clawing at her, ravaging every inch of her body he could reach. He pushed her mercilessly, to the point where she couldn't even think anymore.