This time Rosabella really couldn't hold back her laughter anymore. She really doesn't know if Kaylin told her this to make her feel less awkward about her and Charles, but she loves new information just as much.

Kaylin smiled at her, shaking her head. "I guess your version of foreplay and Charles are driving you both mad with jealousy?"


"What?"

Rolling her eyes, Kaylin couldn't believe that Rosabella was still trying to pretend she didn't know about the incident at the dinner table the night before. She really witnessed her attempt to keep her laughter going.

"Yesterday? Charles was about to rush across the table and rip off poor Eddie's head."


Rosabella eventually gave in and allowed herself to openly show her interest.

"It's priceless, I know."


"So what did he do?"

"What do you mean?"

Kaylin let out a voice as if she was speaking clearly.

"Charles. What did he do?"

"Ahhh. Yeah, nothing. You all went into the office to talk business after dinner and he wasn't available this morning, so I assume he's busy with work." She shrugged as if she wasn't expecting a big reaction after the events that had taken place.

Shaking her head as if she really believed Rosabella was being naive, Kaylin got up and just walked over to the vanity, freely grabbing some hand cream, and massaging a little into her cuticles.

"Oh my. Sooner or later he'll come to you and he'll definitely mark his territory."

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door, followed by an impatient Charles entering, but stopping when he noticed that Rosabella was not alone.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know..."

"Oh, I'll go now." Kaylin interrupted him, put the lotion back on, and walked across the room toward the door.

Passing by Rosabella, she quickly muttered a sentence under her breath. "Told you..." She threw Rosabella a small smirk and wink before she finally walked out, leaving a stunned Rosabella with Charles in the room.

"What do you think you're doing?" Charles immediately did it, leaving no breathing room for cheerful words.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean?"

Rosabella once again tried to suppress her smirk, but somehow knowing that she was doing a sad job, amusement became very evident on her face.

"I'm just trying to be polite." She shrugged innocently, knowing full well that it was anything but that.

"Don't, Rosabella."

"Not what?"

"This isn't a joke. We've got a deal."

"It's formal. Do you know what's funny? You swear like a sailor in bed but you're so right. Did Michel send you to etiquette school? You know, all this stuff is like the anime Black Butler right?"

He started to lead her back until her back hit the wall.

"Be careful with your words, Rosabella."

Tilting her head and fluttering her eyelashes, Rosabella's eyes moved down to his lips to then return to embrace him, teasing him with her soft but hoarse voice.

"Perhaps I need a reminder?"

"I remind you okay? You're going to make up for me, right now, this very moment. Got it?" He said in a stern voice.

Rosabella fights with butterflies in her stomach so she can breathe.

"Yes."

"Whatever I want, that's how it's going to be, isn't it, Rosabella?"

While speaking, he lifted her arms and imprisoned them above her head with a manly hand.

She swallowed as a thousand pinches of light exploded in her head and a river of hot lust flowed through her bloodstream.

"Yes, anything."

"That's good. That's really good, Rosabella." He took a deep breath as his eyes searched for hers.

"Say it again."

She knows exactly what he wants.

"I'll make up for you. Do exactly what you want."

His eyes flashed with satisfaction but it wasn't enough. Charles's free hand came between them and he wrapped it around her neck, not squeezing, not hurting, but there, meant to dominate.

"We have a deal. Who do you belong to?"

Rosabella resisted the intense stimulation rushing down her spine. She had fought long enough to be able to answer him.

"You."

His nostrils flared and he pushed his body against hers.

"Who was the only one who touched you?"

She let out a breath as her nipples brushed against the fabric of her dress.

"You."

His hand slid from her neck and lifted the delicate material of her dress, gripping her bottom and squeezing one cheek, barely painful.

"Who's the only one making love to you?"

"You."

His fingers loosened and he pushed her panties down to her knees and then lifted one leg up and pressed them down, all the way to the floor.

"Who in the house do you allow to do this?"

Rosabella felt the cold air from the air conditioner hit her skin and the hot heat of her skin as he gripped her tighter.

It was a contrast that made her shiver.

"You."

"That's right. That's how it's going to happen, understand me?"

"Yes."

At her response, he only released her hand for a moment, just long enough to lift the dress over her head and remove it from her body.

Rosabella was wearing nothing under her dress, and with her panties gone, she found herself completely stripped.

Staring at the length of her exposed body, his expression became impatient.

He took her hand again above her head, restraining her in an uncompromising grip, allowing her to feel his strength, and then he lowered his mouth to the top of her chest and started sucking in a rhythmic action that made her gasp with pleasure.

He only sucked for a few seconds, but from the force he used, Rosabella knew he just marked her and he did it on purpose.

The knowledge that he undeniably declared her seductive, deliciously delicate. With the mark made, he raised his head once more and began pounding more words at her.

"You're mine, Rosabella. Isn't that right?"

She loves it when he's like this.

Demanding, powerful, and dominant.

"Yes."

His finger bit her wrist.