Blackmailing His Runaway Bride by Dance-is-me (mobi reader txt) 📖

Thirty One

Charles felt good... yet quite uncomfortable.

As he yanked his separated arms, he felt a slight pain and a faint metallic sound followed. Almost frowning, Charles wondered what was going on.

Besides, he also felt stripped. He could feel cool air fanning his manhood at intervals.

Intending to leave his semi-conscious state and get rid of the discomfort, he made to get up but all that motion was in his head.

His body never left the bed.

What was going on? He wondered.Was he dreaming?

As questions flooded his mind, he felt warm hands on the thickness of his penis. And, as they rubbed over his erection, he felt a shot of pleasure in his body.

Then, a thought dropped into his mind.

He wondered if Isabella was playing some kind of sexual game with him.

It was rather too early for that kind of thing. Also, she didn't appear to be stable enough for any form of sexual extremity.

But if she really wanted it... why not?

As Charles' mind wandered some more in that unexplainable state that he was in, certain wetness befell the tip of his dick and that made him feel a small shiver.

It had been a while since he had been intimate with anyone. Ever since he found Isabella again, he wanted to keep himself till she was ready.

So, he became less curious and relaxed as her mouth took care of him. Licking from top to base, touching him in the sensitive parts, swallowing him pleasurably, she sure was doing a good job.

But he still couldn't get himself to open his eyes or get up. His body seemed to be reacting to her touch quite well so he wondered what the issue was. It was really weird.

For that reason, he fought the bond he was in.

Also, watching the woman he loved doing something sensual to him was a sight he didn't want to miss.

Soon, his mental battle began. With all his might, he tried to kick the unresponsive part of his body awake.

Amid the struggle, he sensed his erection being left alone. But soon, a different kind of heat enveloped it and held him firmly.

Charles could have smiled if he could. He definitely felt the effect that had on him.

At that moment, more than ever, he wished to watch Isabella as she used him to satisfy her sexual hunger.

Charles, who could feel more nerves working in his arms, drew his hands into fists and he urged his inner being to push him to full consciousness.

He just wanted out of that partial darkness he had been plunged into for some reason he failed to understand.

After a low grunt, his eyes forcibly opened and he almost rejoiced as his sight fell on the ceiling above.

He could feel everything as well.

His feet curling in reaction, his insides feeling so good, his thick shaft feeling every side inside her vaginal walls... he felt them all.

All that was left was for him to see her beautiful face.

As Charles' eyes shifted from the weird but kinky cuffs that held his arms apart, they darted to the woman on top of him who was making whimpering sounds as she bobbed with rhythm.

On seeing the blond hair, he knew it wasn't Isabella. But who?

His mind's question was answered as the woman on top of him locked eyes with him.

"Miss Kane..." he said, his voice almost inaudible. With fright on her face, her naked body made to jump off him but he immediately stopped her. "Don't. Move."

"I..."

"Don't move an inch!" he hollered, startling her further and she did as he said and stayed still. "What.." Before he could complete his statement, his eyes caught someone watching from the entrance.

And, with confusion, that person locked gazes with him and Charles fully realized what was going on. But before he could call her to explain, she walked away, his heart dragging after her.

But sadness was not the only thing he was feeling at the moment.

Coldly, he commanded Miss Kane, "Get off me." After she did, her body shaking with fear, he told her to release him from the cuffs. "You are fired," he said as he got up and hurriedly grabbed something to wear.

Within a few seconds, he flew out of the room and ran after the woman who he didn't want running from him again.

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A small smile graced her lips as Claire Oxford watched the tall man approach her table. He looked better in person but he didn't lack the rough look his face wore in the images she got of him.

Without visible coordination or a greeting, he dragged the chair opposite her and sat abruptly.

Claire Oxford kept her calm. It was too early to get angered. Besides, she still needed him.

"Gabriel Manifold. You have grown into a fine young man."

"What?" he asked roughly. "Did you know my father?"

"Something like that."

"So, what's my guarantee? I won't do anything unless I get it."

"Why the haste, Gabriel? We should have a drink." She made to wave for a waiter. She had thought about her safety and decided an open place like a restaurant would be a better meeting point.

"Please, I don't have time for drinks."

"Okay, then." She relaxed her hand, a small curl of disgust on her lips as his attitude made her skin crawl. She soon fetched her bag and dug into it. As she reached for his package, Claire noted how unsettled he seemed. It was as though he was watching out for something. "Here," she said as she placed the item on the table.

His eyes lit with interest as they fell on the fat envelope on the table. "This is my guarantee?"

"I will give you more when you do as I want and even more when Isabella becomes yours again."

"Go on." He shifted the envelope to his side without taking a look at it.

Heaving a deep breath, Claire Oxford adjusted in her seat and focused on the man who was now more than attentive. "Back then, in India... did it really happen?"

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