509 Extra: The Hard First Time

Bella understood that Charles was not easy. She took the initiative to hug his neck and drew in his arms. "Well, Bryant is not here now. What do you want me to do?"

"Really?"

"Yeah." Bella stood by the hot spring pool, taking the lead in dropping her clothes. She raised her hand around his neck and leaned back.

The two fell together in the hot spring pool, water splashing around.

Her enthusiasm stimulated him, and before he could take off his shirt, he held her face and dropped the kiss on her lips.

It wasn’t until his enthusiasm ignited her, when she was almost out of breath, he moved the kiss to the base of her ears, biting her delicate earlobe gently, the gorgeous voice stained the lust and fell into her ears, "Help me take it off."

His shirt was wet on his body, revealing tight muscles. Her hands were right in front of his chest, feeling the vitality of his hands.

She lifted her head to bear the kiss that he fell to her lips again, groping one by one to unlock his clothes buttons, until all the burden on him had faded.

He was not in a hurry to have sex, but put her into the pool of water and admired her beauty.

Because of the bad boy’s arrival, he had not looked at her for a long time.

His gaze was so hot, and the sight of his eyes made her feel ashamed.

His eyes glanced over her delicate face, snow-white neck, slender lock, and slowly moved down, resting on the already scarred scar on her chest.

His slender fingers brushed the long line of crickets, leaned over and kissed them as if soothing. He said with gentleness, "Bell ..."

Bella looked at the scar, the impulse that had just been brought out by him suddenly faded.

She still couldn’t forget Nick.

Her body recovered well after six months of the operation, and it was she who asked Edwin to tell Charles that she could not have couple life. Because, she couldn’t use Nick’s heart to indulge with Charles so peacefully.

Even after a few occasions, Charles decided to have quick sex in the dark in order to avoid Bryant. For now, this was the first time he and she faced her wound in this situation.

Bella held his hand close to her chest and looked at him with guilt. "Charles, I’m a bit tired."

"Bell!" Charles clasped her hand against the pool, looked at her chest, and did not shy away, "You are my woman, whether you are alive or dead, whose heart you have used, you are mine."

"I know." Bella turned her head away.

She understood such a simple truth, but she couldn’t get through the obstacle in her heart.

After Nick’s leaving, after Charles told her that Nick liked her, she remembered everything that happened with Nick several times. He had confessed to her, she didn’t take it seriously. He had asked her to marry him, but she only thought it was his humiliation to her.

He used various methods to let her paint for him, soft and hard, mocking and gentle ways. He wanted her to leave a picture for him, but she didn’t take it seriously.

She misunderstood him, she didn’t care about him. But in the end, she used such his heart to live.

It was like there was someone who you always looked down on and kept showing you good things, but you repeatedly refused him. Until you reached desperation, it was the person you had always looked down on helped you. You would deeply regret that you were not kind to him at first, and you might feel faceless after receiving his help. But in this case, you could still say sorry, and told him that you were too bad to him before, please forgive you. You must treat him well in the future, even he was just your friends, you would cherish him in your life.

But now, the person who had been showing you kindness had died in order to help you. All you had was regret and guilt. There was no chance of compensation at all.

This guilt would be kept and could never be relieved.

Even if time had passed, it seemed that you had forgotten it, but once you touched, you would still find it impossible to let go.

"Bell, look at me." Charles clasped her chin and forced her to look at him. "You are mine." His hand pressed against her chest. "He is here, but you are always mine."

Bella bit her lip and held his wrist on her chest, pushing him, "Charles, I’m tired, I don’t want to continue."

However, she opened her eyes wide in the next second, and she kept pushing him and shouted, "Charles, I said I don’t want."

"It doesn’t depend on you." Charles possessed her fiercely, and simply held her by the pool, locked her so that she could not escape.

He held her face with one hand, forcing her to look at him, "Bell, things you can’t forget, you don’t need to forget. He could live in your heart, I don’t care. But you are mine, please don’t refuse me."

Bella closed his eyes and did not dare to look at him, "Charles, I am so painful. I can’t ... please, wait next time, it really hurts ..."

Her body didn’t prepare well to accept him at all, and the pain in her body and heart was tearing her.

Her resistance made him uncomfortable, but he did not intend to let her go.

If she kept escaping, there would never be a first time.

This was something he and she couldn’t avoid, there must be a first time.

Charles chose to be that wicked man.

When she finally fainted in his arms, Charles pulled out and retreated.

Seeing the blood on her and his legs, he sighed, she really didn’t cooperate at all.

He carefully washed her and applied for medicine. He wrapped a towel for her, and teleported back to the bedroom directly while holding her.

Immediately after standing, he saw a small group standing in the middle of the room, whose eyes widely opened and staring at himself.

Charles stood holding Bella, watching the small ball with big eyes frowning, "Why are you here?"

"Sunday didn’t dare to find Edwin, so we came back." The small ball stared at Charles’s crotch, "Daddy, your d**k is different from mine."

"Like yours, you won’t be here." Charles snorted coldly. He walked over to the bed, put Bella on the bed, covered the quilt.

He put his clothes and pants on his body slowly, looking at the small ball with infinite admiration and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Dad, what’s wrong with mom?"

"She falls asleep."

"I want to sleep with my mother. I lost sleep last night." The small ball looked at Bella’s direction poorly.

Charles’s eyes were a little bit twitchy. The person who slept even with teleportation last night said he lost his sleep.

"No!"

"Mom will be afraid to sleep alone."

Charles took off his clothes piece by piece and lay down next to Bella, "Now she won’t."

The small ball immediately flew two tears in his eyes, "Dad, you are bad!"

"This trick is not useful to me." Charles popped a sea of water in his palm. Before the small ball could run, he was already wrapped in sea water bubbles and floated out of the door.