"Charles.." She said, whispering against his finger.
"Mhm?" He replied, locking eyes with her as she looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Please.." She said, as she batted her eyelashes at him.
"What do you want, baby?" Charles asked, his face inching closer to hers. She could feel his breath on her cheeks as the flushed a shade of pink.
"You." She said as she closed the distance between them, they were both still drunk and were definitely going to regret this in the morning, but all she could think about right now was getting back at Max. Charles gently pushed her back into the sofa and climbed on top of her, straddling her waist and the kiss got more heated.
After a couple of minutes Charles pulled away from her, now swollen, lips and began kissing down her neck, the marks from Max still there but had faded slightly. Charles looked at her. "He fucked you that hard? Let me fuck you harder." She smirked in response. As he began to give her hickeys where ever Max didn't. "May I?" He asked, referring to taking off her tube top. She nodded in response. "I need words."
"Yes!" She let out. As he ripped off her top he immediately began to place hickeys all over her. Anywhere he could touch. She squirmed beneath him as he began to use his hand to massage her tits. He came back up and kissed her again, their lips intertwined like they were built for eachother, like peices of a puzzle. He forced his tongue into her mouth and easily dominated her mouth. She moaned into the kiss.
"So fucking perfect." He murmured, her hands rushing to his back to try and pull him towards her, his body grinding against hers. She needed this. She needed him. She needed Charles. But she wanted Max..
"Charles.." She said, giving him a light shove as he got off of her. "This isn't fair on you, I feel like I'm only doing this to get back at Max." She admitted.
"Isabella, it's fine. Use me if you want I don't care." Charles replied, smashing his lips back onto hers. The alcohol began to fade.
Clothes were torn off. Hearts were restored.
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Isabella woke up next to Charles, his arm resting on her covered waist. She was wearing his hoodie that smelt like him. She grabbed her phone and checked Instagram.
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