The CEO's Bride

Nicholas entered his home, the passcode beeping as he keyed it in. He'd returned from work, he couldn't wait for Joella,he had an emergency at his office drained and eager to rest, but the sight that greeted him was far from what he had expected.

He climbed the stairs and turned into his bedroom. The door swung open, revealing a scene that sent a jolt of shock through him. Charlotte, a woman he knew well, lay sprawled across his bed, her skin bare and her curves on full display.

Nicholas froze in place, his eyes widening as he tried to process what he was seeing.

Charlotte's smile broadened, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. She pushed herself up on one elbow, her gaze shifting over Nicholas's face, her voice dripping with seduction. "Oh, Nicholas, I've missed you. And what, you didn't think I'd surprise you?"

Nicholas, still stunned, took a step back, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an answer to this unexpected development.

"What? Charlotte, how did you—when did you get back? I thought you were overseas for the next few weeks."

"You thought wrong, Nicholas," Charlotte purred, her voice a mix of sultriness and teasing. She stretched languidly on the bed, her smooth skin gleaming in the soft light. "I cut my trip short. I wanted to see you. And, well, I couldn't resist the temptation of this."

Charlotte rose from the bed, her body, toned and taut, stretching as she moved. Her hips swayed with each step, her full breasts bouncing rhythmically, their nakedness a silent, seductive plea.

Nicholas, struggling to keep his gaze steady, felt a tightness in his chest. He knew he should turn away, to resist the temptation that Charlotte so easily exuded, but he was powerless against her pull.

As Charlotte approached, she cocked her head to the side, a coy smile playing on her lips.

"You've missed me, haven't you, Nicholas?"

Nicholas inhaled sharply, her scent wrapping around him like a silken web. He could taste her, smell her, feel her warmth against him. It was intoxicating, a sweet poison that he craved even as he knew he shouldn't.

With a low groan, he buried his face into the crook of her neck, his lips and tongue working against the smooth skin. Charlotte let out a throaty moan, her hands finding their way to the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair.

Nicholas's hand moved down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, the softness of her abdomen, before settling between her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, a silent invitation to explore further.

He let out a soft growl as he slipped a finger between her folds, stroking gently, feeling the slickness of her arousal. She gasped, her hips grinding against his hand, urging him on.

Nicholas was overcome by a primal urge, a need that could no longer be denied.

Like a man possessed, Nicholas pushed Charlotte against the nearest wall, her back hitting the plaster with a dull thud. He lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, his hands finding purchase on her ass as he pressed his lips against hers.

The kiss was fierce, hungry, primal. Their tongues tangled, their teeth clashed, their breath mingled in a dance of passion and lust.

Nicholas's fingers fumbled with his belt, eagerness overriding his usual composure. In one swift motion, he pulled down his trousers and boxers, freeing himself from their confines. His manhood, hard and throbbing, sprung forth.

Charlotte moaned against his lips, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt him rub against her opening.

"Oh god, Nicholas, I need you," she gasped, her voice low and pleading. "Please, take me,"

With a low groan, Nicholas thrust into her, claiming her in one swift, powerful movement. Charlotte's gasp of pleasure filled the room, her body arching against his, a perfect fit.

He moved in and out of her, his rhythm increasing, his hips bucking against hers. Their bodies slid together, slick with sweat, each thrust sending shudders of pleasure through them both.

The sound of their moans and cries mingled with the slap of skin on skin, the heat between them building to an almost unbearable intensity.

Lost in the throes of passion, Nicholas's grip on Charlotte tightened. Her legs wrapped more securely around him, her nails raking down his back, leaving red marks in their wake.

He drove into her with renewed vigor, each thrust a testament to the carnal hunger that consumed them both. Charlotte's cries grew louder, her voice hoarse with pleasure as she crested the edge of climax.

"Fuck, Charlotte," Nicholas growled, his voice tight with need. "I'm close. I'm so close."

Nicholas sensed Charlotte's orgasm crashing over her, her body tensing, her muscles quivering. With a final, powerful thrust, he pulled out of her, setting her down on her feet with a loud thud.

Without a word, he grasped her by the shoulders, his fingers digging into her skin. He steered her to the floor, commanding her to kneel. Obediently, she sank to the ground, her eyes wide with anticipation.

He pushed his manhood between her lips, sliding it deep into her mouth.

Charlotte's lips stretched around his girth, her tongue swirling around him as she greedily took him into her mouth.

Her hands worked their way up his thighs, cupping his balls and massaging them gently.

Nicholas groaned, his head thrown back, his hands fisting in her hair as he pumped his hips against her face. His pace quickened, his hips thrusting faster, harder, driving his length deeper into her throat.

"Oh god, Charlotte, yes... take it all," he hissed, his voice low and guttural, on the verge of release.

With a guttural moan, Nicholas erupted, his seed filling Charlotte's mouth. She swallowed hungrily, her throat milking every drop from him. He shuddered, his knees buckling slightly, but Charlotte's mouth continued to work him, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure from him.

Charlotte, still on her knees, released his spent manhood from her mouth.

Nicholas's eyes darkened, his expression shifting from ecstasy to anger in an instant. He snatched Charlotte's clothes from his bed and hurled them at her, his nostrils flaring with fury.

"Get the fuck out of my house, Charlotte," he growled, his words low and menacing. "You had no right to come here, especially like this. I'm sick of you thinking you can walk all over me."

Charlotte, her lips still glistening from his seed, blinked in surprise at the sudden shift in his demeanor.

"Nicholas, I—"

"No," Nicholas cut her off, his voice a razor-sharp edge. "There's no excuse for this. You violated my privacy, I thought you understood the boundaries, but clearly, you don't. Get your shit and get the hell out of my house. And don't you dare come back unless I tell you to."

Charlotte,scrambled to collect her clothes, pulling them on as quickly as she could, she pulled on her final piece of clothing, the fabric sliding over her body like armor. She straightened her back, her posture regaining its usual air of defiance and confidence.

With a cold, calculating smile, she turned to face Nicholas.

"Don't fool yourself, Nicholas," she said, her voice low and steady. "You enjoyed every moment of it, just like I did. And let's not pretend you didn't miss me, either."

She turned on her heel, striding towards the door. But before she left, she turned back one last time, her gaze fixed on Nicholas, her face set in a mask of fury.

The door slammed shut behind Charlotte, leaving Nicholas alone in the quiet of his bedroom. He sank onto the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.

His thoughts swirled like a tempest, his emotions a volatile mix of anger and confusion.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself, rubbing a hand across his face.

In the aftermath of the encounter, the reality of what he'd done—what they'd done—began to sink in. He'd crossed a line, a boundary he'd promised himself he wouldn't cross.