Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 23: With Pleasure [M]

[Warning: This Chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]

Suddenly, it hit her why Charles had said he hated her song that day in the conference room. Could it be because she’d admitted she’d written it for Niklas?

She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, pushing the thought away. Her lips parted, the lyrics slipped out, and she kept her eyes open this time. The last thing she wanted was to be startled again like last time.

Whenever I need you, you’re out of touch.

The words you’re telling me, they’re rough.

No matter how many times I’ve tried to be tough.

I’ll never be good enough.

...

Charles watched her closely the entire time, leaning against the sofa.

She averted her gaze, focusing solely on recalling the lyrics she’d written from long ago. Loss washed over her as the melancholic melody returned. When she finished, the room sank into silence.

She glanced at Charles for his reaction. In the depths of his stormy silver eyes, she saw a hint of sadness that mirrored the heaviness in her chest.

"What made you write that song?" he asked.

Kaija hesitated, unsure whether it was too personal. "My mom, and how she made me feel growing up," she admitted. Then her voice softened. "What about you?"

"Me?" His brow arched.

"You seemed affected. You must’ve experienced something similar."

Charles fell quiet, sinking into deep thoughts. "My father," he murmured.

Something in her chest clenched at the way his eyes lowered as he said those simple words. "I’m very sorry," she murmured.

His hand suddenly came up, resting gently against her face, his fingers cold against her skin. Before she could wrap her mind around what he wanted, Charles was already leaning closer.

"Don’t be sorry," he said, the silver of his eyes calm like still water.

Her shoulders started trembling faintly. Heat creept up her neck so fast she could feel her cheeks burning under his touch. His lips curved up faintly, as if he was enjoying her reaction.

"Kaija," he murmured, his voice as intoxicating as the wine still lingering faintly in his breath. "You’re shaking."

Of course she was. She wasn’t used to seeing him this soft, this yearning.

The alcohol was already burning through her veins, but she wasn’t just drunk. She was high on the thrills of what was to come next.

The look in his gaze was only turning more amused by the seconds. He tilted his head, pulling her face closer to his, fingers pressing gently into the soft skin on her cheeks.

"You’re scared of me?" he asked. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"I’m not scared of you," Kaija whispered, placing one hand over his. "I’m deciding whether I should kiss you first, or wait for you to kiss me."

Charles froze, his eyes widening. A heartbeat later, he leaned in.

She could still taste that sweet, tangy taste of the wine lingering on his lips.

Unlike his usual icy composure, when Charles kissed, his lips turned into flame, his hands growing restless very quickly, hungry and demanding.

As he sucked on her lower lip, his hand slid up her back, lowering her against the sofa. His body came over hers, pressing her deeper into this relentless pursuit. His other hand moved to her neck, seizing it tightly, before sliding down her chest and landing on one side of her breast.

There wasn’t much Kaija could do. Under the mercy of his hands and lips, her entire body loosened, gasping heavily for air. She reached for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one.

"How impatient," he whispered playfully between kisses.

"It’s you who’s making me impatient," she replied, sucking on his lower lip.

Her words only excited him further. He slid both hands under her sweater, his cold fingers gliding up the skin of her abdomen, pushing it up and off her body in one smooth motion. Once the sweater was gone, his fingers easily found the front hook of her bra, snapping it open.

Then his lips suddenly left hers. He straightened up, looking down at her lying bare before him, his face unreadable as his gaze unhurriedly swept over her exposed skin.

Kaija wasn’t even feeling shy anymore. The alcohol was doing its job.

She met his gaze, her tone turning playful. "Like what you see?"

"Very." His voice was now a guttural growl.

"Can you help me with the rest?"

He paused at the audacious request, then his lips curved. "With pleasure."

The jeans left her in one decisive pull. "I didn’t know you could be this dangerous," he murmured, his hands sliding up the skin of her legs all the way to her hips.

"We’re barely even starting," she said playfully, glancing down at him.

Little did she know for a man like him, once the game had started, there was no such thing as ending.

He gave her a playful smirk back. From her point of view, Charles was now a lethally seductive creature, his silver gaze fixed on the area between her legs, his fingers poised under the strings of her panties. Still, he showed no intention of taking them off just yet.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.

"For you to ask," he said, his fingers teasing against her skin.

She scowled. "Are you planning on driving me crazy?"

"I’m planning on even more."

With that, he pressed his lips against her private place, sucking gently, teasingly. The thin fabric between his tongue and her folds barely concealed the sensation, yet it did a wonderful job of testing her patience.

"This... this is torture," she gasped, digging her fingers into his soft hair, pressing him closer.

"Mm-hmm," he continued, totally unbothered by her struggles.

"Come on..." she begged. "Don’t... don’t do me like that."

"What should I do then?" He stopped, looking up at her, smirking.

"Take it off me," she blurted, no patience left in her at this point. "Suck me deeper."

The mischievous look on his face said it all. That was exactly what he’d been waiting to hear. Soon enough Kaija was left with nothing but her own bare skin. Before the sensitive skin on her private part could adjust to the cool air of the room, his warm breath pressed in.

Her spine arched back, her legs spreading wider on instinct as the slick heat of his tongue swept from the bottom to the top of her pussy. Then his lips closed in, kissing and sucking gently, his tongue flicking against her sensitive spot.

The room filled with nothing but her stifled moans and the wet sounds of Charles’s lips against her skin.

Having experienced countless painful sessions with Niklas, the intense pleasure Charles was giving her was unimaginable, if not unbearable. She couldn’t even tell if it was her leaking uncontrollably, or him drenching her with saliva from his tongue.

As if sensing she was about to shatter, Charles suddenly stopped. Before she could gather her thoughts, his fingers slid inside.