Chapter 3 Heat: sinful desire
~~The strangers pov~~
I stared intently at Charlotte, wondering why she had such a hold over me.
I had snuck downstairs and watched her get stabbed countless times with needles.
Words cannot explain how much I wanted to spill their blood for hurting her.
“You want me to blow their heads off?” I asked in a calm tone.
Her brow raised, still shuddering amidst breath, she quickly shook her head. “They are my parents.”
My brow creased. “Even though they hurt you?”
Her lips parted, and I saw a flicker of shock in her brown eyes. “You saw that?”
I didn't answer; I grabbed her arm and led her to the bed. Sitting behind her, he reached under the end, immediately pulling out a first aid box.
I doused disinfectant onto cotton and rubbed it against her back; she hissed in pain immediately it touched her.
For the first time ever I felt pity for another human being; I wanted to hold her, and I wanted to act for her. Maybe it's because she saved me?
“Sorry about the pain,” I spoke as the little droplets of blood soaked the cotton.
“It's okay, I'm used to this; whenever I make them angry, they do this. You can see the scars, can't you?”
My face twisted in pain as my bullet wound still hurts like hell. I had taken off the bandage and treated the wound again myself; years of being shot had forced me to teach myself.
It was a little dark, but I saw them; my gaze clenched tight, and I wanted to grab their heads and smash them against each other.
I closed the box shut and slid it under the bed.
“Nobody has ever helped me with my wounds before,” she smiled.
My first clenched tight.
Why did a mere smile make my heart race? What is it about this girl?
I swallowed hard as I gazed at her bare back; the little red pinpricks made me want to hurt those who hurt her.
My chest heaved.
I wished I could heal her wound.
I gazed at it ,like it was my pain to carry, like she was mine.
Almost as if she were a magnet and I were metal, my lips drew to her skin.
A shocked gasp escaped her lips, her back at her instantly.
I didn't stop.
I kissed each of her back as if it would take away the pain.
I pulled away from her and slowly she turned around; she wasn't sobbing any longer, but her eyes were damp from tears.
I packed my hand on her cheek and her beautiful eyes gazed at me in awe. The bed creaked asI leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
Then both sides of her cheeks.
Our nose touched as I whispered against her lips. “Can I kiss you?”
She blinked.
And then gave a subtle nod.
Without wasting time, I pressed my lips against hers. Soft but aggressive. Savoring the sweet taste of strawberry she must have eaten when she went downstairs.
As the kiss deepened, her hand pulled away from her chest, letting her shirt drop to the floor, and her hands wrapped around my shoulder.
I quickly pushed her onto the bed and climbed over her.
As my gaze landed on her supple breasts, I felt myself harden; the sweet smell of caramel emanated from her, and she looked at me scared. Not of me, but of what she thought was about to happen.
I pressed my lips against hers, sucking and licking until she gasped for breath.
“Do you want this?” I asked, brushing her hair slightly.
She pinned her lips together in thought, then nodded.
I pulled away from her. “Take off your clothes,” I instructed.
She obeyed and took off her pants, tossing them onto the floor. A feeling of excitement rushed through me as I looked at her naked body.
As my pants dropped to the floor, I noticed her heart race faster; she swallowed hard. Bracing herself.
I climbed between her legs; as I tried to slide into her, her lips pressed together in pain.
I froze. My brow furrowed.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, surprised by how tight she was.
She nodded. “It's okay,” her voice came out raspy.
“Have you ever…done this?”
She shook her head.
My grip tightened onto the sheets of the bed. A virgin. I didn't want to hurt her, but at the same time I craved it.
I leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her chest.
I shut my eyes, sucking in a deep breath, trying to restrain myself from touching her.
“What is it?” She asked as I pulled away, her brown eyes searching mine.
“I don't want to hurt you,” I spoke softly.
I swallowed as my gaze landed on her core, pink, throbbing, and calling out to me. I wrestled with myself to stay away from her.
“Hurt me?” She asked, a puzzled look on her face.
“You are tight, Charlotte… too tight.”
She squeezed the sheets tightly. “I still want to do it.”
That was it; that one sentence broke my self-control. I lay over her once again, a loud gasp escaping her lips as I slid a finger into her.
She smiled with pleasure, sending shivers down my spine with that lewd look on her face. I added another finger and began to thrust into her; each stroke drew soft moans.
I quickly withdrew my fingers as I noticed that she was about to reach her climax. “I'm going in,” I gulped.
She nodded slowly.
I gazed at her like I had never looked at another woman. Fragile.
She shut her eyes as I pressed my dick into her.
“Argh!” She groaned.
“I'm sorry,” I said with remorse.
She shook her head. “It's okay,” she breathed.
I slowly started to thrust into her; I could feel her wetness sliding against my dick, making me harder.
As I noticed that she didn't hurt anymore, I began to thrust faster; her left hand gripped tightly onto her breast as she let out a loud moan.
I quickly pressed my lips against hers to muffle her moans. “Careful,” I breathed. “Someone can hear.”
She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, her hand wrapped tightly around my neck, and she pulled me closer to her, her breasts tightly pressed against my bare chest.
This position made my bullet wound hurt as hell, but I didn't give a fuck; I wanted her, and I would hurt more if I didn't.
“Oh my god…” “Fuck…” she whimpered in my ears.
I groaned as the sound of her voice made me nt immediately; my body jerked with pleasure, and hers followed suit.
“How do you feel?” A question that I have never asked a woman escaped my lips.
I would be damned if I said no to that.
I immediately pressed my lips against hers.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and my gaze flickered up. It was a text from one of my sold
iers. Another one of my soldiers had been taken by Lorenzo.
My jaw clenched tight.
Charlotte pressed her legs around my waist and asked, “What is it?”
I quickly put the phone down and drew my face closer to hers. “Don't do that,” I swallowed.
“Focus on me tonight,” I whispered and pressed my lips tightly against hers as I began to thrust inside her.