I Kidnapped My Ex On His Wedding Day

Chapter 8

CHRISTIAN JAMES

I had actually thought Charlie had kidnapped me because she still loved me, but fùck, it never crossed my mind that my own brother, Christopher, was behind all of this.

To make matters worse, my younger brother had promised to pay Charlie five million dollars.

The asshole. Yet, I couldn't help but laugh at my brother's absurdity—he had clearly scammed Charlie.

Almost all of our businesses were failing, and my dad had accumulated massive debts with the bank, which was why the agreement between the Kingsley Family and the Beaumont Family had been forced into motion.

Even though our money was running low, the Kingsley name still carried heavy weight, and our people remained fiercely loyal. Our clan had never tasted defeat when it came to elections, which was why Beaumont’s could only ever secure lower political positions.

Under the agreement made between our families, the moment I married Gretchen, they would pay off my father's debts. In the upcoming elections, Beaumont would run for higher positions, and we would endorse their family as political allies to polish their reputation and slowly win the trust of the people living here in the town of Blackwood.

Partners and allies, step-by-step elevating Beaumont's political standing—except that now that I was locked inside this cabin, that agreement was practically dead.

While I was chuckling, I was suddenly startled when Charlie pulled out a small knife and aimed it straight at me.

I could see pure hatred burning in her eyes, so I raised both of my hands in surrender.

"Charlie, what are you doing?"

"Call your brother, or else I'll cut off your fingers one by one!" she threatened, stepping closer and pointing the knife right at me, forcing me to back away.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that. Have you already forgotten how these fingers used to make you feel?" I shot back, and it was weird—right after saying those words to her, my dìck instantly hardened.

I couldn't help remembering our wild sѐxcapades from back then.

She gave me a serious, deadpan look before letting out a fake laugh. That fake laugh was dangerous, and I wasn't wrong—she suddenly drew a gun from her holster by her waist. Like hell, she thought she was the only one carrying a piece.

I grabbed my own gun tucked into the back of my waistband, and almost simultaneously, we aimed our weapons at each other like absolute enemies.

I didn't actually intend to finish her off. I was just playing with her, and I knew she was playing with me too. This was how we used to be, especially back in our youth when we’d sneak our fathers' guns and point them at each other. But once we grew up, the thing I aimed at her changed entirely.

Charlie was a badass, but I had managed to tame her, and she gave me her virginity—well, it was the same for me, since it was with her that I first experienced sѐx.

Five million dollars my ass. I didn't believe for a second that money was her only motivation for letting my brother Christopher convince her to snatch me from the wedding, plus the fact that she had already exposed this secret cabin.

Deep down, I knew I still had a special place in her heart.

"I want my money. I pulled off the plan. I snatched you from the wedding, and you even get a free staycation here in the secret cabin," she said angrily, jabbing the gun closer to me.

"Don't worry. I can pay you," I fired back irritably, keeping my gun locked on her as well.

"Are you fùcking with me? You just said a while ago that your family is broke, and now you're telling me you'll pay me? Which is it?" she demanded, looking genuinely confused.

My dìck is ragingly hard right now. If there was anything I wanted to shoot off, it definitely wasn't a bullet, so I lowered the hand holding my gun.

"You said you wanted money. Fine, we'll find a way, but for now... let me taste those lips." I placed my gun down on the table and rushed at her—not to hurt her, but to make her feel what she actually needed.

Her temper was way too hot; I needed to calm her down, and heat up a completely different part of her body instead.

And to my surprise, she didn't fight me off. She just let me take the gun from her hand, which I quickly tossed onto the table as well.

I didn't waste a single second. I wrapped both arms around her waist, hoisted her up in one swift motion, and slammed her back against the wooden wall, immediately capturing her sweet lips.

Fùck! I got even harder.

I admit that after we broke up, I touched other women, but nothing—absolutely nothing—could compare to her.

Her lips were still the ones I craved, and I was finally tasting them again.

And I didn't just mean the first kiss. Every single "first" I experienced was with her, and it was the same for her.

First kiss. First oral. First sѐx. Well, okay, the first heartbreak came with it too, but that was a long time ago. Now that we were back together, I was going to make sure the sweetness of our past love was repeated all over again.

I braced myself for her to push me away, but surprisingly, she didn't. Instead, I felt her body temperature spike until I felt her hands cup my jaw, and she kissed me back with matching hunger. A loud groan ripped out of me like a caged tiger—starving, desperate, and needing to feed.

I pulled back slightly. Her back stayed flat against the wooden wall, and I instantly dropped to my knees right in front of her. With quick, rough movements, I yanked down her trousers and her undies all the way to her knees. Charlie grabbed a fistful of my hair and let out a tiny, breathless moan that sounded so fùcking divine.

That whimper was a sound I had longed to hear for so long.

With how tightly her fingers gripped my hair and how loud her moan was, she was definitely feeling incredible. The second her pants and panties were out of the way, I buried my face straight against her pùssy and licked hungrily all around it.

Her pùssy was so insanely wet, and I could smell her fùcking arousal, which only made my dìck throb even harder.

It had been so long since I tasted this, so I was going to thoroughly feast on her womanhood.

This time, I was going to claim her.

I wouldn't give a single damn if she pointed a gun at me again—I was still going to eat her pùssy.

I licked and sucked repeatedly, lapping up the juices endlessly flowing from her core. My mouth was completely soaked, proof of how thoroughly I was devouring her.

Damn, I was so insanely horny. I only paused when she yanked my head back. I thought she was going to stop me, but it turned out she was kicking off her shoes and fully stripping off her pants so I could spread her thighs wide open.

I looked up at her from the floor, watching her undress.

It didn't take long since her pants were already halfway down. The moment she got rid of the obstacle to my meal, she grabbed another handful of my hair, forcing my face back down against her dripping core. The initial press was so hard I almost couldn't breathe, and that was hot as fùck—it made me even harder and hornier.

It was obvious she was dying to feel the heat and sharpness of my tongue again.

Her movements made it clear: she wanted me to claim her tonight, but that could wait. For now, I continued licking and sucking the juices out of her dripping pùssy.