Pushing two fingers into her, he found her wet and sore, causing her to let out a harsh breath as her walls clamped tightly around his fingers.

He pulled them off when Rosabella heard him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, making her shiver in anticipation.


His warm breath brushed her back, he bit her ass, then moved up her lower back and shoulder blades, before he pushed his entire length into her without prior notice.

Rosabella cried out, but Charles didn't hesitate. He didn't care that they were in an open space, didn't care that someone might walk in at that moment.

Instead, he pressed his chest against her back while he held her captive with one arm around her chest, and then began pounding hard and fast on her.


Biting her lips, Rosabella couldn't help but revel in the delicious, painful friction, but the feeling was also very exciting.

Each time he pushed into her, he touched a spot deep inside her sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body.


Charles leaned down, his hot breath pressed against her neck, and ran his fingers over her clitoris.

And feeling the tension rising, she cried and panted and whimpered, the sound of her pants and Charles's growls making her pop even more.

His fingers twisted her nipples almost painfully and he bit down her neck as the stars erupted in front of her vision.

With her toes curled, Rosabella exploded, burying her face in the mattress as she yelled Charles's name over and over, shivering from orgasm.

But Charles was by no means slow. He continued to push into her hard and fast, his fingers on her clitoris relentlessly as his breathing became difficult, until she came a second time, crumbling into a thousand pieces of pleasure.

Her legs crumbled, but Charles just pinned her to the backrest with his body. With a growl, he gripped her hips and pushed her harder.

Rosabella knew she was going to be hurt tomorrow, but she couldn't take care of herself.

As he shivered against her and bit the other side of her throat, she limped over the sofa.

She was exhausted to do anything when he stepped inside her.

Just when she thought it was over, that Charles had finally had enough, she felt him lift her off the backrest and lower her to the ground.

Then he pushed her legs as far apart as they would go. Feeling overly sensitive and believing she couldn't come back again, Charles' eyes pinned her with an intensity that told her otherwise.

He grabbed her wrist and pushed her arm above her head, then he ran two fingers along her crease, back and forth, before circling her slit and sliding. them inch by inch.

Her eyes inverted in her head as he touched her in a tortured slowness.

Rosabella's walls clamped tightly around his fingers as she heard sounds coming from the back of her throat that she didn't recognize.

Charles didn't touch her clitoris, just pushed her with his fingers with a fierce look on his face.

"Are you lying to me?" He asked roughly while curling his fingers inside her, making her gasp for joy.

"You don't feel that way, do you? That's why." The desperation in his voice startled her.

He curled his fingers and Rosabella whimpered.

"All the bullshit about not wanting to be a title wife. You're just lying."

He flicked her clitoris with his thumb and she curled up off the ground, but he pulled his thumb away despite her resistance and continued to finger her.

He is driving her crazy with deprivation. Rosabella wanted him to touch her clitoris, wanted him to touch her faster.

She squirmed in his arms, wanting to free her hands to reach for his erection.

He has grown strong and she wants to convince him to stop this torture, but he is too strong and too relentless.

"Tell me the truth. You lied." He growled.

He stopped his finger and she wanted to scream in frustration.

"Good. I lied. I lied because I hate that I love you. Because I hate that you can hurt me without ever putting a finger on me. Because you have the ability to break me, Charles."

Charles released his wrist, his eyes dark and questioning. She doesn't want to talk. She just reached for his erection and squeezed.

He grabbed her leg and pulled her toward him, her foot pressing against his shoulder, and then he slid inside her in a powerful blow as she approached him, her muscles tightening around him so tight he grumbled.

He pushed her even harder, causing her to scratch her nails on the wooden floor with her eyes closed.

Rosabella was escaping from joy and emotion, her back rubbing against the hard floor, when she came again just as Charles was released too.

Panting, he avoided looking at her as he slowly pulled away, hearing her wince from the pain between her legs.

Running a hand through his sweaty hair, Charles swallowed hard before getting up from the floor.

"Michel is making arrangements. You'll be leaving after his and Fanny's wedding."

And with that, he let her lie naked on the floor when he stepped out with her for the second time that week.

---

Charles was driving when he heard the familiar sounds of guns being loaded into the backseat of the black SUV.

Carlos was sitting next to him, making it look like he checked his lock, making sure it had enough ammo.

"So here's what we do. Bellamy, Kieran, Mark, and Kaylin will go into the playhouse first and check it out. Once you agree, Carlos, Charles, and I will join to protect the place." Michel confirmed the plan they had discussed earlier that day at the office.

Through their connections, news has recently reached them that Phoenix is ​​beginning to infiltrate the southern Black Roses territory and is slowly bribing their playhouse associates to switch sides and work. against them.

Their southern territory has been occupied so they can no longer ignore the implications of what this means.

So, to protect what belonged to them, they finally decided to make a statement and set the record straight away - by showing up and cracking some skulls if needed.