Page 41 of Claiming Charlotte

I obeyed and he pulled back, smiling at me, watching with satisfaction as I squirmed for him. I turned my focus on the feelings that coursed through me as the vibrator buzzed against my clit. I wanted release but knowing that I wouldn’t get it until he got what he wanted drove me once again to disobey.

“Are you going to come, pretty girl?” he smirked.

I shook my head. My orgasm was sneaking closer and closer with every jerk of his hand, and I attempted to close my legs.

He brought a harsh slap to my thigh and pried them back open. “You’re not being a good girl, Princess. And only good girls get to come,” he laughed.

I couldn’t hold on much longer, and my hips started rubbing against the toy feverishly, a frustrated groan leaving my lips every time he pulled away to prevent me from releasing. Then just as I was about to fall over the edge, he removed the vibrator completely. I groaned my frustration and rocked my hips, searching for release as my swollen clit throbbed with disappointment.

“The only way you’re going to come is if I allow you to,” he told me. And our eyes locked. “Beg Charlotte.”

I knew I wanted it. I wanted him buried inside of me, the need to feel every hard inch of him as he fucked me outweighing anything else.

“Fuck me, Rowan. Please take care of me.”

He brought his lips to mine again, softer this time. Slow and sensual, and the vibrator returned to my clit. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I began grinding on the toy, pulling him closer. He laughed as I tried to line him up with my entrance, giving myself the relief I desperately wanted.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll take care of you,” he moaned as he entered me.

He moved slowly, inch by inch, taking a minute in between each movement for me to adjust and make sure that I was still okay. I grasped his shoulders as his thrusts slowed, and the grinding against my clit intensified.

“Rowan,” I gasped, and he gave me a hard thrust. He quickly pulled out of me only to fill me once more.

“Say my name again. Shit…I need it…Please.”

“Roe—” I began. A tear fell from my eye. All the sensations were overwhelming, being that connected to him again and to feel completely loved by him. He gave me the perfect balance of love, and the roughness I sought.

He slowed; not by much, enough to bring me down from my growing high.

“Are you alright?” he asked, kissing my cheek.

He towered over me, and then he bent down and took my lips with his, kissing me hard as he thrust to that sweet rhythm again.

“More than okay. Please don’t stop,” I begged, breathing heavily.

“I love you. Come with me, baby; I can wait for you” he whispered as he grabbed my chin. “Keep your eyes on me.”

I placed my forehead against his, our hot breath mingling between us as we reached our climax together.

As I relaxed into my post-orgasm state, Rowan went into the bathroom and came back with towels. He used one to wipe off some of the paint before collapsing next to me.

He took a few heaving breaths before pulling me into his arms.

“No one will ever hurt you again; they have no idea what's coming,” he murmured in my ear. “Let’s relax and clean up…then we can have that fire.”

I believed him.

18

ROWAN

Charlotte had changed drastically since we returned. She wasn’t so reserved and quiet, though she still struggled with herself internally. She seemed to be taking things day by day. Respect was still an issue with some of the newer guys, but they would learn fast how things worked around here. Easily corrected in time.

As far as our relationship goes, the fact that she allowed me to touch her again and didn’t shy away was proof that she was getting better, even if she drifted from time to time. There was bound to be some backlash considering all the things that she went through, but I believe in her.

Charlotte had been pushing for me to be rougher with her over the last few weeks, but I was hesitant. I was afraid that if we took it too far, she’d revert back to square one, and I’d lose her. I’d love nothing more than to tie her up and give her what she wanted, but it was going to take time, and I didn't want her to get in over her head.

I dove into my own work when I wasn’t with Charlotte, finding myself reverting, pretending that it didn’t happen at all. It was how I'd always coped. I didn't have much free time to go down to the gym, or when I did, it was filled with those arrogant little shits, but I tried to make it when I could. I kept thinking about my conversation with Thomas and how he said that she needed to know I loved her.

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