Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 123: Think Only Of Me [M]

[Warning: This Chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]

Kaija’s back hit the door to Room 2 with a heavy thud.

Her legs remained wrapped around the waist of the man whose lips hadn’t parted from hers for the past five minutes, her arms hanging loosely over his shoulders.

Five minutes earlier, the moment she had stepped into the elevator to Building S with Charles, he had already lifted her up and pressed her against the elevator wall, his lips crashing down on hers hungrily, fingers digging into the bare softness of her thigh and her buttocks.

The kiss had lasted the entire ride up to the 20th floor, trailed through the walk from the elevator to Room 2, and now, with the door shut behind them, it showed no sign of stopping any soon.

"Baby," Charles murmured softly between kisses, "you still haven’t told me whether you liked the surprise I prepared for you or not."

"Oh Charles," she replied, pecking his lower lip, "wasn’t it obvious enough, the way I clung to you this entire time?"

A low chuckle slipped from him as he gave her tongue a teasing suck in return.

Their lips kept layering onto each other’s, teasing and inviting the other person deeper into this intimate dance of tongues.

"There’s one thing I need to tell you, though," she said, her lips coming to a brief halt.

"What is it?" he asked, still working eagerly over her mouth, despite sensing the serious shift in her tone.

"I’m seeing other people," she said.

The movement of his lips stopped.

"Say that again," he said, silver eyes wide and frozen as they stared into the calm blue of hers.

"I’m dating someone," she repeated evenly, "and I also promised another person that I would date them very soon too."

Now even his breathing stilled.

"Who?" he demanded, his voice calm despite the turmoil beneath it.

"Will you promise you won’t make trouble for them?" she asked.

Charles was silent for several seconds. At last, his lips parted. "I promise."

"Karl Hanski," she said, "and... your half-brother."

Not a single reaction crossed his face. "Why are you telling me this now?" he asked flatly.

"Because I don’t want to hurt your feelings," she replied quietly. "And because... when you remove this dress I’m wearing now, you’ll see certain marks on my shoulders that belonged to Karl Hanski."

Silence settled between them once more, longer and heavier than before.

Kaija was certain Charles would set her back on her feet at that moment, but to her surprise, his body only pressed closer to hers, his hands tightening on her buttocks.

When he spoke again, his voice was low, thick with jealousy. "Then do you have feelings for them?"

The calm in her eyes slightly wavered.

Wasn’t he supposed to be angry, hearing this now, after all the things he had done for her?

"I might," she replied. "But I’m not sure yet."

"What about me?" he asked, brushing his nose lightly against hers. "Do you have feelings for me?"

Something tightened in her throat.

The way he said those words, the softness in his eyes, made it painfully clear to her how much he hoped to hear yes.

"Charles..." her lips trembled faintly. "I think I do, but I’m also not su—"

"Stop right there," he cut in gently. "If you do have feelings for me, then think only of me, and absolutely no one else when you’re with me right now."

His lips closed over hers before any reply could form.

The hand hidden beneath the chiffon of her dress all this time slid up her back as he carried her over the kitchen counter, laying her down gently against the white marble.

The cold surface sent shivers racing up her spine.

Eager pecks rained down on her lips, until her back was fully pressed to the marble.

When his mouth finally left hers, it was only to trail slow, lingering kisses down her neck, along the curve of her breast, over the dip of her waist, until they found their place at the intimate place between her thighs.

The white silk covering her was tugged down in one swift motion, hanging loosely around her ankle as her feet curled involuntarily at the sudden warmth of his tongue meeting the slick heat of her pussy.

"Do you know how much I had to hold myself back last night, when I had you in my arms, just so you could get enough sleep for the press meeting today?" he asked. "Do you have even the slightest idea how hard it was?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

His words came out in low grumbles, buried between the wet sounds against her folds and his own ragged breaths.

"Ha... Charles..." her moans broke into sharp gasps. "I... I can imagine..."

"No, you can’t," he muttered, pushing the light blue fabric that had pooled around her up and out of the way. "You’re too busy thinking about that childish Karl Hanski, or that insolent punk Juho, or my overly emotional half-brother, while I’m the one who can’t get you out of my mind for even a single minute, every damn second of my day."

With that, he dipped his mouth back between her thighs, his tongue sweeping over her wet folds before sucking firmly at her clit.

Her knees closed instinctively around his head, hugging him tight, but he didn’t let them stay there for long.

Both of his hands slid up the soft skin of her inner thighs, spreading them wide until she was fully open before him, giving him unrestricted access as his tongue pressed deeper, slipping into the small, sensitive opening hidden between her flushed folds, slick with her own heat and his saliva.

Her back arched off the marble as if struck by an electric current, fingers threading through his hair without thought.

"Stop pushing me away, baby," he muttered against her, his voice vibrating with his eager work. "It won’t do you any good. It’ll only drive me more mad."

Her fingers trembled faintly at the memory of the last time he’d said he was mad, which was barely a day ago.

"At least let me speak for myself first," she mumbled in a sulky tone, "before you turn me into a mindless, moaning mess again."

"Then tell me," he said, giving her clit a slow, deliberate suck that pulled a helpless moan from her lips.

"Charles!" she scowled, shooting a glare down at the smug, victorious look on his face.

She pushed herself up on her elbows, a sharp exhale slipping free along with the words. "I... I want to say that I think about you often too."

His lips hovered just above her swollen, sensitive clit.

"Go on," he urged.

His tongue slipped out teasingly, brushing close enough to make her shudder, as if threatening to give her another slow, deliberate suck if she didn’t keep talking.

"I... I like how thoughtful you are," she whimpered through her flustered state. "How sweet you can be, even when your face doesn’t give anything away at all..."

"And do you like how I eat your pussy too?" he asked, clearly pleased by her words.

"I... I do..." she admitted, nodding hesitantly as shyness washed over her. "I like it a lot..."

"Then let me do it properly for you, baby," he murmured, before lowering his mouth to the slick, sensitive spot, already twitching as if aching for attention.