Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 35: My Lady is Very Demanding [M]

[Warning: This Chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]

A politician? How could a politician have anything to do with this? She searched her memory. "Simo Isoso?"

"Simo Isota," he corrected.

"Right. What problem does he have with you, then?"

Wariness slipped into his tone. "The guy’s running for president. But... at the same time, reporters at Kosonen Media recently found evidence linking him to some drug dealing activities."

"Drug?" she repeated, unsure she’d heard that right.

"Yeah," he confirmed. "Not him buying from dealers, but him being directly involved."

A presidential candidate tied to drug dealing? She could already imagine the kind of scandal that would cause, and how it would completely destroy this Simo Isota person. One thing was certain — Juho had something to do with all of this. What was his connection to Simo Isota? Could he actually be part of that operation?

"So... what did they want from you?" she asked.

"They want Kosonen Media to destroy all the evidence and stay silent about it."

She let out a sigh. "I see. So that was why you didn’t get me out."

Charles fell quiet, yet she could feel the muscles in his arms stiffen around her waist. "I didn’t mean it in a bad way," she added quickly. "I just mean... I get why it was a hard choice. It’d be a disaster for the country if someone like that got elected, wouldn’t it?"

He didn’t answer that either. His hand suddenly slid under her blouse, his cool fingertips tracing the warm skin of her stomach.

She jumped, first at how cold his fingers were, then at how they deliberately glided upward, slipping beneath the lace edge of her bra. She glanced over her shoulder to see what sort of expression Charles was making, and more importantly, what he wanted.

He didn’t let her. His face was already buried against the back of her neck. She could feel his breath drawing in deeply, shakily, as if he was inhaling the scent of her hair. When he exhaled, his warm breath scorched her skin, sending a shiver racing down her spine.

"Charles?" she whispered, her body trembling faintly.

"Can I make it up to you?" he asked, his voice low and broken.

"Huh?"

Her bra slid down in one smooth tug. His large hand cupped the soft weight of her breast, his thumb brushing the peak until her nipple stiffened into a tight, aching bead. He pinched, then rolled it slowly between his fingers, making a hard gasp tear from her throat. "Charles..." she pleaded, her breath ragged. "What are you..."

"Please," he murmured against her nape, lips grazing the sensitive spot below her ear. "Just for tonight, and then... I won’t bother you again."

Her breathing stilled. She caught his wrists, stopping him. "What do you mean by that?"

The pressure slowly eased from her breast, and his arms loosened around her body. When she turned around, his eyelids were heavy, the silver of his irises shadowed with regret.

"I’ve put you in danger," he said, his gaze not meeting hers. "One I couldn’t do anything about."

Her chest tightened, not knowing what to say.

"I gave you words I couldn’t fulfill," he added quietly. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

She let out a long sigh and rested her hand against his cheek. Closing her eyes, she leaned in. His lips were still as soft as the last time, now trembling faintly beneath hers.

"Kaija?" he breathed. His body stiffened at first, then melted. Then his hand slid up her spine in a rush, fingers splaying wide, pulling her flush against him.

"If that’s the case," she whispered over his lips, "then let’s make the most of it."

For one heartbeat his lips went still under her soft kisses. Then he surged forward, his body covering hers, the mattress dipping under their combined weight. Her blouse quickly left her body in a frantic tug, then her bra, then her pants. She yanked his shirt over his head without undoing all the buttons.

He started wandering down her throat, scraping her skin lightly with his teeth, before closing over her nipple with the wet heat of his mouth. He sucked gently at first, then harder, his tongue flicking until her spine arched off the bed. Her neck extended all the way back. Her fingers twisted in his soft hair. Her thighs clamped around his hips, heels digging into his back, urging him to please her more.

Charles didn’t even need her words. His hand was already down there, pushing aside the damp silk, his fingers gliding through the slick folds. "Do you like it more when I play with your clit?" he asked, his teeth grazing her nipple. "Or do you prefer my fingers deep inside you?"

"How about both?" she whispered, her voice cracking.

He chuckled lowly against her breast, before sucking hard enough to make her let out a sharp gasp. "My lady is very demanding," he teased.

She couldn’t reply. Her words had dissolved into moans. His two fingers sank into her, his thumb circling tightly around her clit in relentless strokes. Wet sounds filled the room. Pleasure coiled and snapped, crashing over her in waves. Only after she’d become a soaked, moaning mess did he stop.

He climbed up and pressed more kisses on her lips as he started removing his pants. Just as he was about to spread her legs, she reached up, pulled him down onto the bed, and rolled him over.

The stunned look on his face was priceless. It only deepened when she dragged her palm down the ridges of his abs and wrapped her fingers around his length. She slid lower, settling between his thighs. The monstrous creature was rock hard and throbbing in her small fingers, its tip was already leaking with a glistening bead. Without hesitation, she leaned in, her lips hovering a breath away from his tip.

"Wait—" He gasped, pressing his palm against her forehead, stopping her cold. His face was now flushing faintly around his cheekbones.

"Stay where you are." She pushed his hand away and smiled up at him, savoring his expression. It wasn’t every day that she got to see him this flustered, and tonight would also be their last time. Besides, what did he have to be shy about? She thought he must have gotten used to such normal activity by now.

His protest came again. "But I—"

"No," she cut in. "You need to be properly punished, Mister."