Scarlett's POV:
I was shocked by Charles' accusation.
"You never take me seriously..." Lowering my head, I felt his racing heartbeat. However, I could not help but sob when I spoke.
"When did I not take you seriously? Did I really lose your trust because of that one mistake I made?"
"We can't be together anymore..."
Before I could even finish my words, Charles lifted me up, and carried me to the bathroom.
He then pressed me against the wall and turned on the shower head, causing the warm water to rain on the floor. Soon, the bathroom was covered in a thick cloud of steam.
Feeling the cold wall against my back, I could not help but shiver.
Charles seemed to have noticed my discomfort as he quickly embraced me.
"Scarlett, please don't refuse me. I really love you."
While saying those affectionate words, he leaned forward and kissed me.
How could I refuse him? Even thinking of him made my heart ache.
Whenever it came to matters about him, I always ended up feeling helpless and powerless.
I kissed him back. Excited by my kiss, he kissed me harder and more passionately.
While kissing, we walked over to the shower head, letting the warm water flow down from our heads.
"Take off your clothes; they're wet..." Saying that, Charles began undressing me without any hesitation.
Before I could even say anything, he started kissing me again.
I was so immersed in his deep kiss that I could not even tell if it was real or if it was just an illusion. My heart was burning from the flames that he ignited.
"Scarlett... Scarlett... I love you. I love you so much." Charles wrapped his arms around me and continued thrusting himself inside me as he kept telling me that he loved me.
I knew that men often say such sweet words during sex because they were excited in the moment. However, I couldn't help but be infatuated with his tenderness, and whenever he looked at me with his gently loving gaze, I felt so helpless.
It was getting late.
And Charles was right beside me, panting from our passionate sex. I was addicted to his tenderness as it made me feel alive with pleasure. The next morning, a gust of cold wind blew on my face, and I woke up from my sleep. When I opened my eyes, I saw Charles sleeping next to me with scratches all over his body, as though he had been attacked by a cat.
My face turned red as soon as I recalled what happened last night.
While I was lost in thought, Charles' hoarse voice dragged me back to reality. "You are awake..."
He looked at me in a daze as he reached out to hug me, chuckling.
"Let go of me! I have to get up." I felt his hard, erect penis poking me when I was struggling to get away from him awkwardly.
"Didn't you like it very much last night? I'm sure you will like it today." Charles kissed my earlobe and slipped his hand inside my nightgown.
I could not help but moan as he toyed with my breasts harder and harder.
"Be gentle. It hurts!" I complained with a frown.
However, he kept handling me in a rough way.
"It won't hurt. You'll only feel better later," he said with a smile as he kissed me and started to soften his touch a little.
The pain in my body was suddenly replaced with a stinging yet numbing feeling. I tried my best to stifle my groan.
Charles lifted up my top and sucked my nipples. The cool breeze caused me to have goose-bumps. A strange sensation rose in my heart when he took the softest part of my body into his mouth.
"You are so wet..." He reached down, and touched me while looking up at me with a snicker.
I once again could not do anything but surrender.
After breakfast, he took me to work.
He kept sighing from time to time on our way.
Seeing him like that, I could not help but wonder if I had taken things too far.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"You've been looking at me all morning like you're looking at something awful," Charles said dejectedly, scratching his head.
"Yes, I feel very uncomfortable, so I want to get off the car now!" I blurted out.
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