Charles The Tamer

Charles The Tamer

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"Rebel" He managed to rasped out, his voice gruff and dangerous, sending a trail of delicious chills down my spine. "Ye e s ss" My voice trembled a little exposing my vulnerability to him, as my small delicate fingers tightly clutched the hem of his strangely tailored shirt. I could feel that he was about to say something that I know would do wicked things to my body so I held my breath. "Strip, Now" He more like ordered in a such a sensual way as he slightly brushed his tongue against my earlobe. A tremble racked my body as I inhaled deeply. Rebel Buckingham is the shy naive type of college student sheltered by her parents, never wanting or needing anything for it was provided without question. While on the other hand we have Charles Robinson, the epitome of dark, dangerous yet is somehow alluring, in the eyes of Rebel. We never know what is causing such a reaction from Rebel, it could be his 'I just dont give a fuck what u think of me' attitude or maybe just maybe the theory of 'Opposites attract' is working it's magic as an inexplicable force draws them together. Join me on this amazing, journey as we delve into the lives of Rebel and Charles, we discover secrets, while in the process finds out about the special connection they share as we keep you on your toes with the urge to uncover dark secrets.
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Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

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