Page 34 of Shadowing Charlotte
"Please…" I begged in a sob.
"Alright, princess. No more…" he agreed, gently trailing his hand over the welts that had formed on my ass.
"N-no… Don't stop…" I pleaded, the words spilling out without a second thought.
A low chuckle of disbelief followed. "Well, aren't you a little glutton for punishment…" he mused, his voice low and husky as he nipped my earlobe. He released my wrists, his hands stroking over my heated skin and down between my trembling thighs. "Fucking Christ, Charlotte, you're so wet," he groaned, sliding his fingers between my legs to emphasize his point. I could feel the cool air against my wet skin as his fingers spread the slickness around.
Chapter twenty-eight
Alexander
Fuck.Charlotte wasn't just wet—she was soaked—dripping down my fingers. Her entire body shook as I reached between her legs, smearing her arousal over her pussy.
"God damn it, Charlie, you make me fucking insane, you know that?" I groaned. Without warning, I slapped her ass again, watching her reddened skin jiggle with the impact. I loved and hated the way she made me lose my head, the way she could crawl under my skin and live there like a fucking parasite.
"Lex…" She moaned my name, her back arching, begging for more. And, fuck, I was going to give it to her.
"Are you done being a spoiled brat?" I asked, teasingly gliding my fingers between her legs.
"Mm, yesss…" she whined, her hips bucking forward grinding herself against my fingers. My other hand was already reaching to unfasten my pants. My cock was already aching; it had been since the moment I realized the spanking was turning her on.
"Good girl…" I murmured, gripping her hip and lining my cock up. She was already dripping, I didn't hesitate for a moment, thrusting with a groan. Charlotte let out a low whine, her head falling forward against the dirt as I began to move, plunging into her at a brutal pace.
"Oh, God…" Charlotte moaned, her sounds of pleasure muffled by the earth beneath her.
"That's it, baby," I moaned as I thrust forward again. "Tell me you want this, that you'll follow me into the depths of hell for a mere taste of my cock…"
"Fuck!" she whimpered beneath me, arching her back, begging for more.
"Don't move!" Charlotte and I both went rigid, my blood running cold as a booming voice cut through the haze of lust and anger. "Get back, now!"
What the fuck?
A police officer yanked me away from Charlotte before I could open my mouth. His partner hauled her up out of the dirt with a look of horror on his face. I knew how bad the situation appeared. Charotte was covered in dirt, her makeup smeared with tears, my own face covered in scratches. "It's not what it looks like…" I insisted, glancing between them and then back at Charlotte.
"Yeah, well, I hope you have a good lawyer." the officer sneered, already pulling the handcuffs from his belt.
"No, officer. It really isn't…" Charlotte interjected. She was still sniffling when she shoved the other officer's hands away as he attempted to comfort her. "He…he's my boyfriend," she explained as she yanked her dress down to cover herself.
"Boyfriend or not, miss, there are laws against assault to keep—"
"Assault?!" Charlie echoed, her voice raising an octave. "You think he wasrapingme?" she demanded.
"Looked that way to us, ma'am." The one gripping my shoulder replied, his voice unwavering as he tightened his hold. I didn't bother to fight; it wouldn't do either of us any good.
"Well, then… I feel sorry for your wife or girlfriend," Charlotte retorted sharply, making me smirk. I could tell she was pissed. That rebellious, angry side of her that drove me insane surprised both officers. "He's my boyfriend, and we were… consensually fucking, alright? Now, I would appreciate it if you would take your hands off of him!"
Both of the officers glanced at one another, their faces flushing as she demanded they let me go. "Um, well… it's still illegal to… have sex in public." The one that had been holding my shoulder released me, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably. There was a long, awkward silence as he tried to figure out his next move. "How about you both get out of here and we'll call it a night?"
"Fair enough," I grumbled, rubbing my shoulder. The last thing either of us needed was to find ourselves in jail, and all because Charlotte had decided to run from me during her little fucking tantrum.
"Alright, go on, then."
I caught Charlotte by the hand, practically dragging her back to the car. As we climbed into the Camaro, the police honked their horn at us, and I waved in dismissal. Some fucking great night our date had turned into. She crossed her arms over her chest, staring blankly out the window as we drove back into the city.
"Are you going to pout the entire way home?" I asked, unable to hide the bitterness in my voice. She didn't reply, choosing instead to glare at me from the corner of her eye. "How about we just start from the beginning, then? What the fuck did I do at the restaurant that set you off?" More sullen silence. "Charlotte, we're not children. I don't have the patience for these fucking games, alright?" I was trying to remain calm, but the longer she refused to speak, the more irritated I was growing. Why did she have to act like a fucking child?
The remainder of the drive was spent in utter silence, a stark, dismal contrast to the atmosphere in the car on the way to the restaurant. When I pulled up to the curb, Charlotte threw the door open, climbing out and slamming it behind her. I was willing to give her time to cool off; maybe then we could talk things out—until she stuck her middle finger up at me.
