Charlie And Vaggie Kiss Novels & Stories

Charlie feels the heat in his face as he slowly looks up into the smiling face of his Alpha. "Sorry!" Charlie mumbled, embarrassed that he wasn't paying attention, and ran right into Jimmy. "It's okay little mate, you didn't do anything wrong." Jimmy said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "I love you, baby, I'll be right back," Jimmy said, and Charlie's heart skipped a beat. "I love you too!" Charlie said, feeling bold, he came up onto his toes and pressed a kiss to Jimmy's lips, causing Jimmy's heart to almost leap out of his chest.

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

Instead, I found myself tethered to Charlie's side. I had witnessed his entire confrontation with Denise in the hospital, and I had been genuinely surprised. So she had known from the very beginning. Yet, she had chosen to marry him anyway purely for profit. And even though they both slept around after the wedding, she could still effortlessly play the part of a doting, devoted wife. It just showed that when money was on the line, love was always the cheapest thing in the room. The moment my body was pushed into the incinerator, Charlie lost his mind. He wailed like a child and threw himself toward the flames.

It was a cage. She sat on the edge of the bed, clutching her knees to her chest. Her mind replayed the ultimatum Dante had given her. The rules. The kiss. That final condition unsettled her more than the rest. Why a kiss? It wasn’t the demand of a cold-hearted mafia lord; it was something else. Intimate. Possessive. A claim. And though the thought of it made her skin burn with defiance, a traitorous shiver of curiosity lingered in her chest.

“Charles! Do you think you could ever fall in love with someone from a different social class? A commoner… Like one of us?” The crowd laughed. Charles leaned forward, his voice smooth. “Yes,” he said. “Absolutely.” The fans screamed with delight. Even Emily felt a flicker of something warm in her chest. She pulled out her phone and typed quickly. It was time. What did you feel when I kissed you? Why did you get so angry when I was with another man? Are you jealous? She hit send. Charles’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and froze.

I couldn't make a coherent thought. He starts kissing and licking his way back up until he finally reaches my mouth. He nips at my jawline. Then sucks at my bottom lip. Surprising even myself, my mind raced back into action as I hooked a leg around his waist, rolling him beneath me with a growl, straddling his hips in one fluid motion. The scars on our wrists pulsed, twin constellations mapping a path only we could follow—a countdown to freedom or oblivion. 601 days left, but tonight, time was ours to burn.

Charlize nodded, and then they both leaned in and kissed. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen women kiss, even like this - my college life had been active. But it was the first time seeing Amelia kiss a woman and the first time I’d seen Charlize kissing too.

Don’t be fooled by love. “Come in,” Charlotte responded. From behind Ginger, she could hear the door open and footsteps walking in. Ginger watched Charlie grab Charlotte by her waist and pull her closer for a forehead kiss. Witnessing that scene made Ginger’s heart ache. It almost made her run away, but she didn’t. Charlotte giggled flirtatiously at Charlie’s gesture, and Ginger had to stop herself from making a disgusted reaction. Instead, she just rolled her eyes in her mind. ‘Look at them, acting like didn’t hurt anyone,’ Ginger thought. ‘These two sure never disappoint, do they?’

“I still have something to do. Go home first and wait for me, alright? I won’t be long.” His hand tightened over his pocket. Tension and reluctance filled his expression, but he still murmured a soft “Okay.” I went to Charlie’s company and headed straight for the top-floor office, then I kicked open the door. Two entangled figures scrambled apart. The wide desk was a complete mess, and clothes lay scattered across the floor. Smudged lipstick stained Charlie’s face, while Crystal’s skin was marked with red patches. Yet Charlie had told me he was not interested in her.

The three of them connected by phone, no words now, just the sound of breathing and the city waking up around them in the way it woke up every morning, indifferent to everything happening on this particular street. "We go in," Elena said. "We go in," Alexander said. They moved toward the door together. Elena's hand found Alexander's in the dark space between one step and the next. Not strategy. Not performance. Just her hand finding his because it had started to understand where it belonged. He held it for exactly two seconds. Then they reached the door. Alexander looked at her one final time. She nodded. He knocked. Three times. Deliberate. Unhurried.