F1 Reader Inserts

Another Lie || CL16

Your head tipped back with defiance so you could witness the potent mix of anger and desire dancing in his eyes. "Alessandro..."

Charles caught your chin in his hand and licked his lips as he shook his head. "Brat." The word should have held venom but it was too soft and then he stole the air from your lungs with a demanding kiss before you could overthink it further. In fact, all thoughts were completely erased from you except for the one where you needed to feel more of his skin on you.

He broke the kiss for a fraction of a second so you could pull his shirt over his head before the harsh press of his lips were back against yours and his tongue forced your mouth to open wider for him. This was how it was with him in control and you taking everything he had to give. He was right, you did belong to him.

"Charles, please, fuck me," you begged shamelessly as need for him washed away sense of reason.

A huff of irritation puffed from your lips as he stood up but when you saw it was to rid himself of his jeans you grinned in triumph.

He smirked at the sight and crawled slowly, teasingly up your body with that wicked gleam in his eyes. "You want to act like a whore, I'll treat you like one." In a second you were on your stomach as he flipped you over before pulling your hips up off the bed. "This is what you want, right?"

He gripped the lace panties with two hands and tore them off your body. Your back arched at the sudden rush of cool air to your cunt and he chuckled at your eagerness.

"Why should I fuck you?" he asked as he fisted his cock and teased your slick entrance before pushing just the tip inside. You could do nothing as he held your hips positioned with his strong hands, your cunt desperately needing the rest of him to be buried deep inside. "Give me one good reason, bella."

There was no mistaking the bite to his words now, the anger lacing each syllable as his fingers left their imprints on your skin. You knew what he wanted to hear, those magic words that would make him snap his hips forward with a possessive growl.

"Because I'm yours," you whispered to the sheets before you buried your face in them with a cry as he gave you all that you asked for and more.

Your fingers searched blindly for anything to hold before he released your hips and laced his fingers over yours. "Mine," he breathed down your neck as his body pressed you deeper into the soft sheets and the tension left your body as you felt safe under the weight.

Your head was dizzy from the bacchanal night and you could hardly draw enough air into your lungs as a fine tremor began to spread across your body. The deep groan in your ear had your core clenching and when he licked the tender skin where he had bit you it was enough to tip you over the edge and into the spiralling blissfulness of release.

"Yours," you panted through the waves of pleasure that reached a new height when he marked you once more.

You could have left your body and floated right out of the room with the high you felt. But it all came crashing down when he pulled out and the warmth of his seed hit your lower back instead of filling you.

Charles released a shuddering breath as he sat back on his heels and smirked at the mess he made, the anger that usually faded after he came still lingered in his eyes. "Now you look like a whore."

"Fuck you, Charles." You rolled over and enjoyed the annoyed grimace on his face as you wiped his come on his sheets before getting up and swiping your dress from the floor.

"Where are you going? It's 3am."

"Anywhere you aren't," you muttered as you found what shreds remained of your panties and dropped the useless pieces of material back to the ground.