Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 126

Scarlett's POV:

Holding my waist, Charles looked into my eyes.

He then grabbed me tightly, his fingers rubbing the skin on my waist, tickling me. I took a deep breath, but I shook my head firmly.

"Then I won't let you get away from me today." Gritting his teeth, he pressed me under his body.

Noticing the burning flames of lust deep in his eyes, I subconsciously wanted to escape.

But then he held my hands over my head, making my struggles futile.

"What are you going to lose if you just go back with me?" Charles asked helplessly while kissing the corner of my mouth gently.

I tried to struggle, but he pressed me harder.

"Don't move," he said domineeringly as he gently and skillfully stroked every sensitive part of my body.

I kept reminding myself to be rational, but the moment I looked into his eyes, a strong sense of desire conquered my heart and my body.

We kissed each other, allowing our lust to becloud our reasoning.

Before I could react, he stripped me.

Our heavy rapid gasps were heard from the living room to the bedroom.

Charles caressed my face lovingly. There was a fierce look in his eyes when he began to thrust himself inside of me, as though he was venting his dissatisfaction.

Noticing his sweaty hair, I lowered my head shyly and saw hickeys all over my body.

"No... Please stop," I begged as I lay on the bed, looking at Charles, who was glaring at me.

"Stop? I'm still angry, baby. You have to work hard to please me first," he said with a smile before he switched positions with me and I was on top of him.

I groaned in pain. My waist was sore and painful, but there was also an unspeakable pleasure in my heart and my body, engulfing my soul.

I cried and begged him for a long time until I was exhausted. Only then did he let me go.

I lay on the bed for a long time with no strength left in me. I couldn't even lift my hands. However, Charles was on a video conference in the room, looking unusually happy.

I heard his low, seductive voice. I was growing less resistant towards him after each time we had sex. In fact, I could not help but feel like the sex was getting better. I immediately recalled his words that night. He had told me that I would realize what a perfect match we were after making love a few more times.

I pushed my worries aside, wanting to get dressed, so I was about to go to the bathroom.

"Did I allow you to leave?" Charles asked slowly, seeing that I was about to get out of bed.

"I need to go to the bathroom." Since I knew that he was angry, I carefully weighed my words in order not to offend him or piss him off. I knew that I would not be able to get out of bed if we made love a few more times.

Without saying anything, Charles stood up, and walked over to me.

Staring at me, he took a night robe from the closet and handed it to me.

I glanced at him, hoping that he would leave the room, but he crossed his arms over his chest and said indifferently, "Well, do you want me to help you put it on?"

He then walked towards me.

"No, I can do it myself!" I blurted out, in an attempt to stop him.

Charles stopped, but he didn't turn around.

I sighed helplessly, trying to stifle the sense of shame in my heart as I got dressed in front of him.

As soon as my feet touched the soft carpet, my legs went limp and gave away. The next thing I knew, I found myself on the floor.

He immediately rushed to me and carried me in his arms.

"Are your feet feeling limp? Weren't you acting tough just a second ago?" he asked flatly.