But Rosabella shook her head. "You don't dare. You want me to be with a man? Then you better keep that promise." Her voice was a strained whisper.

Charles paused in the middle of the repulsion, stepping back to look at her, eyebrows arched. There was a fire in his eyes as the dominant mafia man looked intrigued by her words.


"I want to tell you that I've felt this before?" He rotated his hips slightly, seeing her inhale sharply as her fingers stiffened at his back.

"You can do better..." She pulled his lower lip between her teeth, yanking it voluptuously before releasing it.

He seemed to consider that for a moment, half inside of her, before shaking his head and pushing back at her, a little harder this time, causing her breathing to quicken again.


And with that, Charles finds his rhythm, walking up to her feet to fill her up deeply.

Panting, Rosabella's hand touched his hair, the strands surprisingly soft, as he bent down to kiss her.


With his lips on hers, he began to push hard, so hard that he almost knocked the breath out of her lungs.

Unnatural noises escaped her throat which he greedily swallowed with his kiss, increasing his speed, and eliciting more sounds from her.

And one more time. And one more time. She doubted it, from his earlier statement. But until he was in her lap, pounding her hard, his arms wrapped around her, holding her so tightly that she could hardly breathe, to the point that she could barely think, she just realized how much she was missing.

Everything before this point was child's play, but this man is in the big league.

He was making love to her like he meant it, like he needed it, like being inside her was more important than anything inside of him, and every cell in her body. They all call him, longing for it more.

His hands worked magic on her skin, sliding between them to caress her clitoris, just the touch sent sparks through her.

Rosabella could feel it building, the pressure filling her until she was about to explode.

Suddenly, pleasure exploded within her, unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, making her feel like fireworks were all around her when all she'd ever seen before. just small sparks.

Exclaiming, arching her back, Rosabella closed her eyes as her breasts pressed against his. She could feel her body convulsing around him, squeezing his crotch for a second before it suddenly disappeared.

He pulled out and moved away from her as soon as she started coming. Stunned for a moment by the absence of everything, her eyes widened as the bed shifted and she barely had time to glance over to check where he had disappeared when he suddenly pushed her legs wider, his tongue now gently grazing her clitoris.

He licked and sucked her, pumped his fingers inside her, his head moving between her thighs.

Panting, Rosabella ran her hands through his hair, grabbing the locks, as she shivered.

It took a few seconds for the fading pleasure to sweep through her, somehow even more intense than the second, wrapping her entire body in the heat.

And then orgasm finally rocked her causing her to let out a shrill scream, arching her back as she trembled and twitched, understandable words slipping from her lips.

But Charles didn't let go, didn't stop, his tongue ran around her clitoris before he sucked it, his fingers deep inside hers.

All Rosabella wanted to do was relax back into bed as she was still panting, the feeling slowly settling down, but Charles didn't allow her time to catch her breath.

Instead, he slid back inside her, pushing deeply, when his lips found hers.

Rosabella didn't even think about it and, without hesitation, kissed him deeply as he smiled in her mouth.

"I guess you like that?" He asked, his voice strained as if he couldn't control his breathing.

She was embarrassed for a second, long enough for her face to heat up, as he kissed her again, and again.

She can taste her but doesn't get a chance to focus on it, because he wants her to be just as crazy as before.

His hips hit hers, noises escaping her throat that he continued to muffle with his kiss.

And then they come together. Trembling, caressing, gasping, their breaths heaving as they release, their lips find each other while their bodies sweat, hugging each other overhead.

Charles' caresses came to an end as he collapsed on top of her, his chest rising and falling, eyes closed.

Rosabella just lay there, her body made of jelly, while his fingers stroked the side of her face.

Suddenly she felt weak and helpless. They finally made love to each other.

Rosabella's eyes widened as she slowly awoke, a sharp pain immediately drilling into her head.

She took her time, slowly sitting up as if she didn't want to make it worse when she noticed a hand right over her face, holding out a glass of water.

"Here."

She looked up and saw Charles standing there, fully clothed and ready to work.

Reaching out her hand, she took it from his, taking a sip as he handed her two painkillers.

Rosabella glared at him.

"What are these for?" She groaned, her eyes blinking slowly as if it was written all over her face that she was hungover.

"Pills for headaches." He speaks realistically.

She wanted to return a snarling comment, but he was right.

She needs them. So, speechless, she took them from him and put them in her mouth, drinking the entire glass of water he had filled.

Setting it aside on the bedside table, Rosabella watched him as he checked messages on his phone, texted, and checked the time on his wristwatch.

"Have you always been such a control freak?" She ran her hand through her tangled hair, noticing the many tangles she brought out thanks to last night's activities.