Chapter Nine:

Don't Speak

Hampton Court, Surrey

"I hate when women dress simple for Sunday Mass, not to mention how ridiculously high their necklines come," Chuck complained, leaning back in his seat. He brought his wine glass to his lips, finishing it off. He was having a lazy and informal dinner with a few of his most loyal mates and their women.

Blair's eyes flickered to him when he spoke. The dinner had been going on for quite some time and everyone at the table was mostly tipsy, including the prince himself. She had grown rather tired of the ordeal, entertaining others. She'd much rather be off and alone with him.

Penelope laughed, shaking her head. "Your Highness, it is with means of being modest and proper in holy surroundings. Surely you understand that," she returned with a joyous smile. Her body leaned towards him and she reached out touching his hand.

Ruby lips instantly pursed and Blair sat up more in her seat. She glared at Penelope, who she knew was doing this on purpose. It was clear the girl, along with many other English women at court, didn't care for Blair or her French way of doing things.

Chuck laughed, looking down at the hand, and without thinking shrugging it off. "Well I do not care. It looks awful. I feel as if you are all going to a funeral. And you hair pulled back so tightly must cause quite a headache," he muttered with distaste.

Nate chuckled, "Must be why they're so bitchy all the time." A few other men laughed with him, patting him on the back. Most of the women forced giggles or actually laughed at such suppression.

Blair was the only one who kept a stone cold countenance throughout the entire ordeal. She wasn't drunk, hadn't even touched the wine since she sat down. It was something she learned from her father, not to get drunk in front of a crowd. It always spread around and gossip ensued at something foolish the alcohol made you do.

"Are you not having fun, Lady Blair?"

Her eyes instantly flew up, surprised at the voice that had spoken. It was Daniel, one of Chuck's servants. He was making eye contact with her as he poured her wine. The entire table silenced, awaiting her response.

Chuck slouched sideways in his seat some, watching even closer. He reached out his hand, rubbing it up and down her back.

Blair felt Chuck's eyes burning into her back. She parted her lips, breathing softly before thinking to remark.

"She's French. They have a dry sense of humor. Everyone knows that," Hazel snorted, falling onto Nate. She almost spilt wine down the front of her dress in the process.

A thousand French curse words and insults swarmed through her head instantly. However, she couldn't even form a full glare before another interruption was made.

"Be quiet! There are few moments when a woman of your class should open her mouth and now is not one of them," Chuck yelled, sitting up completely. There was a dark look in his eyes as he leaned towards Hazel. He appeared dangerous. The air was thick with tension.

Blair stayed still, feeling his hand fist the material of her dress.

Nate shook his head. "Chuck, she was only trying to be humorous—"

"Well she wasn't and don't address me so informally. It's your Highness, in case you've forgotten," Chuck retorted. He gave his friend a look that threatened not to test him. Then he stood, pushing the table forward and knocking a few things over. He pulled down his sleeves in a jerky motion. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've lost my appetite."

"Dinner has already finished," Nate piped in once more.

"Regardless," Chuck raised his voice once more, "I am to retire. Lady Blair." He nodded to her, holding out his hand.

Blair stood, pushing in her chair, and taking his hand. "Thank you for escorting me back to my chambers, your Highness," she said, merely for show. Then she began walking down the hallway with him. She didn't miss the feel off all eyes staring at them as they went.

Finally, they rounded the corner. They took a darker hallway back to Chuck's chambers. It was typically where she spent her nights, if he did not spend his in hers. She still hadn't given him her maidenhead, though it got harder each night, but they slept beside one another. And sometimes they partook in other things.

The door closed and Chuck let go of Blair's hands. He went to his wardrobe, yanking off his shirt and kicking at his shoes. She stood calmly by the fire, watching his rapid movements.

"I do not like that they think they can insult you, and on such grounds!" he shouted. He was shirtless now, his face red, and all worked up.

Blair walked over, touching his chest, and stilling him. She smiled softly as she combed back some of his dark hair with her fingers. "And to my face? Quite shocked was I," she jested.

He frowned, noting her expression. "How do you not take offense?" he questioned.

She looked up, her eyes meeting his. Blair nodded, "I do take offense, most great offense I assure you. I am just not one to reply so soon. My reaction takes time."

"I do not understand," Chuck admitted. It must have been his drunken state that was puzzling him. He had actually gotten rather good at understanding her for the most part.

"Don't worry about it, Darling." Blair smiled at him once more and then leaned in, kissing him on the lips. She caressed the back of his head before pulling away. "Help me," she instructed. Turning around, she lifted her hair so he could undo her dress.

Chuck paused, staring at the back of her nape. He licked his lips before reaching his hand up and stroking it down her neck, then undoing the dress, and letting it drop to the floor.

Blair stilled, feeling his hand travel down her side. He yanked off the padding underneath the dress. It too fell to the floor. Then his hand curved and he groped her thigh before pulling her back to him. He kissed her neck hungrily, his hands pulling at her different curves roughly. She knew before too long he would excite himself and put her more at risk for losing her maidenhead.

"You're drunk, Chuck," Blair proclaimed loudly. The tone of her voice indicated exactly what else she meant.

Chuck squeezed her side tightly, his nails piercing her skin. "I am fine. That is no excuse," he muttered against her skin. He did not plan to stop at that point.

She shook her head. "You will not remember it—"

"Fine!" Chuck snapped, pushing her forward. He threw his hands up in frustration and kicked an empty washing basin on the floor.

Blair fell onto the bed and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of his anger unleash. She sighed, pushing herself back up, and turning towards the door. She'd only gotten a few steps before he stopped her.

"Wait," he said urgently. His eyes met hers and his became much gentler than before. His voice softened as well. "I am sorry. It was my temper. I am not unhappy with merely sleeping again," he lied. It made him very, very unhappy.

This wasn't something Blair didn't know, but still she nodded. She pretended that she believed him and took his hand, leading him to the bed. "Goodnight, Chuck," she whispered. She felt his arm come around her.

"Goodnight, Sweetheart," Chuck mumbled into her hair.

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Blair sat at her bureau, with a white sheet wrapped around her, fresh from her bath. She was getting ready for Mass. Chuck had agreed to escort her, as per usual, but for some reason he hadn't showed yet. It was strange. Typically he came early and tried to persuade her to do unholy things with him. He always claimed she could confess shortly after and all would be well. Today though, it appeared as if he would not even be on time, but late.

"Je dois reveler vos cheveux, Lady Blair?" her French maid asked, gathering Blair's curls in her hands. (English Translation: "Should I put your hair up, Lady Blair?")

Blair turned at the sound of a familiar chuckle though. She peered over her shoulder, seeing Chuck come in with a servant girl that was not her own. She was giggling as he laughed, stumbling in quite informally.

"Lady Blair? I said would you like your hair up today?" her servant asked again, speaking louder.

"I—I don't know," Blair mumbled, keeping her eyes on Chuck. Her brow fell and she found herself taking deeper breaths than before.

"Sweetheart, is something wrong?" Chuck asked. He came towards her, touching her cheek in a soothing fashion.

Her eyes fell for a moment. She focused on the feel of his cool fingertips against her hot skin. Then she raised her head once more, coldly glaring at the girl still by the door.

All of Blair's maids quieted, exchanging glances with one another.

The girl shivered a bit as she bowed. "Ex—excuse me, my Lady," she managed. Then she quickly left the room, seeming scared for her life.

Blair glared up at Chuck before turning forward quickly. In the process she pushed Chuck's hand away and sat up firmly. "Fait ton travail!" she yelled at her maid, accent thick. (English Translation: "Do your work!")

"Ye—yes, my Lady," her maid appeased, coming to her service immediately.

Chuck stopped her though, holding up his hand. The girl froze on spot and he leaned down, bringing his arms around Blair's shoulders, across her chest. He kissed her cheek, making eye contact with her in the mirror.

"Don't be that way," Chuck murmured into her ear. It was quiet, but an evident demand.

Blair pouted her lips, pulling forward.

He noticed her disobedience and stood, letting go of her roughly. "Fine! I don't need this! Not from you, or anyone!" he spat. Then he turned and started out of the room in haste.

"Chuck, wait!" Blair yelled, her face falling. By the time she had turned around though, he was gone. She sunk down back into her seat, shaking her head. Then she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She knew what she needed to do. A smirk came to her lips.

"Louise, come and finish my hair. And Mary, get my black dress out for Mass. The fancy and low-cut one," Blair ordered. She let the sheet fall off her shoulders, primping her curls.

One girl came to work on her hair, but the other hesitated.

"The low-cut dress? For Mass?" she questioned. It was quite scandalous. Many were likely to whisper about her Lady and not in a kind way.

"Do not pretend you did not hear me," Blair retorted, giving her a stern look. Then she turned back around, nodding. "I know you heard me…and I know what I'm doing." She nodded to herself, "I do indeed know what I'm doing."

XOXOXOXOXO

Chuck stood at the front of the church, hands folded, and a rather sour look on his face. He did not want to be at Mass that day, especially after how things had gone with Blair. She had been so bitter and jealous about his flirting with a maid. He didn't understand it. It wasn't like she owned him. She hadn't even given him her maidenhead. Why would she think he owed her absolute loyalty in return? He shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"His Lordship Thomas and His Lady Blair," a servant at the door announced. He hit his staff against the stone floors.

"His Lady?" Chuck muttered to himself. He took on an almost nauseous appearance as he turned his cheek. Had she actually allowed Thomas to escort her, just to spite him?

Blair held onto to Thomas's arm, walking gracefully into the room. She stopped with him in front of Chuck and Bart. They both bowed and then she threw a smile to Chuck before sitting behind them.

Chuck sat down in his seat, crossing his arms, and shaking his head. He wanted to kill her in that moment. She had the audacity to waltz in with her fiancé and in a dress that Chuck gave her—he paused. Slowly and carefully he turned back around.

She stared right at him, her rose red lips forming a satisfied smirk. With her hand she lightly fanned at her breasts. Such breasts were practically popping out of her low-cut, jewel encrusted, black dress. And her hair was not in a tight bun, but her curls instead were barely pulled back.

"Your Highness," Blair said quietly, bowing her head once more.

Chuck's nostrils flared and he turned back around. When he did, he noticed he could not get the image of her fanning her bosom out of his mind. Perfect. Now he not only didn't want to be at Mass, but also would be longing for something else the entire time.

"Do you need something before Mass, your Highness?" Daniel Humphrey asked, coming to his side and speaking quietly.

"Nothing I can surely have here," Chuck scoffed. He was about to motion the servant off when something stopped him. He grabbed hold of Dan's arm, bringing him closer. "I have something to ask of you, Daniel."

"Yes, your Highness," Dan permitted eagerly.

Chuck leaned closer, lowering his voice. "What do you think of Lady Blair's attire?" he asked, trying to sound casual. Really, he supposed it didn't matter if he did or not. All of the servants were much too fearful to cross him.

Dan's eyes flickered from the Prince's, to Lady Blair, and then back again. He smiled, chuckling lightly under his breath. "I believe she has dressed to impress his royal highness."

Chuck frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?" he furthered.

"She looks as his highness described he wished the ladies of court would dress at mass last night. Do you not recall?" Dan asked, looking more serious than before. People were starting to take note of their conversing.

Chuck turned back around, looking at her once more. Blair was dressed how he had claimed he preferred. He shook his head. "But why would she do such a thing? After today—" His voice trailed off into silence.

Dan cleared his throat. "If I may, your Highness. Perhaps it is not within my right to say, but I have noticed that the Lady Blair does much of what you want. Whether that pertains to attitude or dress."

"You're dismissed," Chuck mumbled. He stared forward as the priest started, thinking over what Daniel had said.

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Blair walked down the hallway, paying no mind to those she passed. It was after Mass and she had been quite disappointed when Chuck did not immediately approach her. Had he not noticed her way of dress? Was he still mad at her for how she had acted about his flirting with the servant girl? She sighed, going down a darker hallway to get to her chambers. It was a bleak day in England. The clouds had covered the sun and inside the castle torches had to be lit to keep light. Perhaps that had something to do with her mood. Dorota had always said the heavens controlled those who serve it or something like that. She shook her head, rounding the corner.

"Don't scream."

Blair barely had time to stop herself when she heard the demand. She had rounded the corner to be grabbed by the neck with one hand, another clamping over her mouth.

"Do you understand?" the husky and all too familiar voice asked.

She nodded, her chest heaving up and down. Though she knew who it was, it still scared her out of her mind to be in such a hold. He wasn't choking her, but he wasn't giving her a huge range to breathe either. She closed her eyes for a few moments, trying to get herself together.

Chuck slowly dropped his hand from Blair's mouth, but kept the other on her neck. He moved towards her, pushing her back against the wall. "Open your eyes and look at me," he commanded.

Blair obeyed without hesitation. She found herself staring into black, dangerous looking eyes. But they were still seductive as could be. "What is this?" she questioned.

He smirked, chuckling darkly. "I wanted to catch you off guard, get you in a position where you could not lie to me," Chuck explained. The tone of his voice gave away that he received pleasure from her current predicament. He was clearly enjoying the situation.

She was going to shake her head, but was reminded that was impossible. So she kept her a serious countenance and replied. "I have never been untruthful with you, Chuck."

"It is in a woman's nature to be untruthful," he countered. Then he smiled, kissing her lips lightly before meeting her eyes again. "But I don't hold it against you, Sweetheart."

Blair couldn't figure him in that moment. Was he angry with her? Had he figured out her plan? No, he would have surely sent her straight to the tower if he did. What was it then, this change in behavior of his, that which made him quite unreadable?

"Ask me what you will then? I'd like to be able to breathe to what god wills again," Blair spat, trying to sound strong. It was difficult in her predicament though. She felt a need, stronger than ever, to relinquish all control to him.

"See that is what I love about this, it's what I will," Chuck returned. His other hand trailed down her side, gripping her hip. "Now someone brought something to my attention today about you. Would you care to hear it?"

"Only if it's truthful," she answered shortly. Her voice was defensive, but she couldn't help it. She felt on edge.

He nodded, "I'd like to think it is." He then leaned forward, moving his hand down her nape just slightly so that he could kiss below her ear. "They told me that you do everything you do to please me. Is it true?" He came back, his eyes connecting with hers.

Blair clamped her lips shut, not wanting to answer right away. She studied him first. There was an answer he wanted, but what was it?

Chuck seemed to grow impatient by the second. He bit his bottom lip, his breathing becoming slightly heavier. "Well?" he questioned.

She saw then that he wanted it to be true. He wanted to think that he and pleasing him was all she thought about. She smirked, moving her body closer to him. "I did not think it would have to be brought to your attention, your Highness."

"Don't tease me now," Chuck growled, shaking his head. He gripped her neck tighter, pushing his body against hers, and pinning her to the wall.

"Pl—please," Blair gasped. She could not breathe now.

He loosened his grip instantly, feeling his stomach turn at the thought of him discomforting her that much. "Tell me then," he demanded.

She inhaled a sharp breath and nodded as best she could. "I only want to be what you want. I—I would very much like to make you happy, Chuck." Blair used her most sincere voice, wanting to fully convince him.

"Happy?" Chuck repeated, though sounding somewhat cynical. It didn't have to do with her, but only his previous thoughts on the word.

She bit her bottom lip and then proceeded to try again. "Do you not understand? I don't spend time with you because you order it. I do it because I—I feel terrible when I do not. You give me what I want and I do everything in my power to do the same for you," she versed.

"Not everything," he challenged instantaneously. It wasn't something he even thought about saying before it was already said. The response was an automatic one because it was what he constantly thought about. He was sexually frustrated, plain and simple.

Blair's eyes fell, knowing exactly what he meant.

He came closer, taking his hand off her neck and placing it, along with the other one, on the walling around her. "Tonight," he hissed in her ear.

She felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. She wasn't sure if she was ready for that, if this would be good for her. What if once he got what he wanted he wouldn't continue on with her?" Chuck," her voice pleaded.

He shook his head, moving back some to look into her eyes. His were full on commanding hers. "Your teasing is done with. I will not wait any longer. You give me everything right now or you give me no more at all, and I you," he certified.

Blair could tell by the look in his eyes and the sound of his voice that he was not going to back down. He knew what he wanted and he was not going to wait any longer for it. She had no choice really. If she refused, she would lose all hopes to be Queen. If she accepted, she could lose Thomas and any crown at all. She shook her head. Who cared what happened to her if she could not be Queen? It was the only way England would be at all tolerable for her. She would have it all or have nothing.

Chuck picked up a curl, twirling it around his finger. "So will you give me everything I want, Blair?" he hummed in her ear.

She took a deep and sharp breath, raising her head. "Ye—yes," Blair agreed. Part of her sounded pained, the other scared. She was, of a lot of things, but not him. She wasn't scared of him, but only what he could do to her. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but she felt frightened that this would end, that he'd be done with her.

He smiled, instantly pulling her into a strong kiss. "Tonight your maidenhead is mine," Chuck breathed against her full lips. He then brought up her hand and kissed it too.

"Where?" she furthered, trying not to appear too affected by it. She was a virgin, that he knew, but she didn't want to act as one.

"It's important that it is done in my room, where it would be considered in right," he told her.

"In right?" Blair queried. She didn't understand what he had meant.

Chuck, realizing what he had said, waited a few moments to look up at her. When he did, he shook his head. "I take virgins in my bed. It is within my feelings of true victory," he lied. Well perhaps it was partly true, but it had not been what he meant.

"Oh." It was all that came out. She wasn't sure if his comment should be disappointing to her. Then she kissed him on the cheek before moving forward. "I shall be brought as always then?"

"Yes, but go to your chambers now and start preparation. I want you in the most perfect and purest state you can be in when I have you," he added, circling around her.

Looking into his eyes, Blair couldn't help, but think this felt like some marriage ritual. Quickly, she pushed the thought away though. There was no sense in thinking about things like that. It could almost be considered daydreaming and she could not have that.

"I will be," she answered simply. She hoped he did not think too much about the long pause that partook in her thoughts.

In her favor, it didn't seem to bother Chuck. He took hold of the back of her neck and kissed her forehead gently. "Good, sweetheart," he praised. Then he let go of her and turned, going the other way.

Blair stood there for a few moments, touching where he had kissed. She still felt it. A shiver traveled through her.

XOXOXOXOXO

The doors opened and Blair took quiet steps into Chuck's chambers. She wore a thin white robe, though it still had kept her identity hidden. The castle had been cold, but his room was warm. The roaring fire before her definitely had something to do with it. She held her hand out, taking a deep breath, and closing her eyes.

"I've been waiting for you, Sweetheart," Chuck whispered into her ear. He took hold of her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her.

Blair's eyes fell to the ground and she parted her lips slowly to try and speak. "Will—will I stay when it is finished?" she asked. She didn't want to seem needy or insecure about anything, but perhaps she was.

He knitted his eyebrows together for a moment, pausing the kisses he gave to her nape. "When we have finished, you may lay with me as the night before. In fact, you will not leave the bed until I permit it," he clarified.

She found small comfort her in that and turned around to face him. He took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. Then he guided her to the foot of the bed. She looked it over, noticing the fur blankets missing. In fact, all that the bed had been dressed in was pure, and new, white sheets.

Chuck caught her staring and wrapped his arms tightly round her again. "I thought it might come in handy one day. But regardless, I'd like to keep the proof," he told her.

"Have you ever kept a virgin's sheets before? Blair asked. It was what she needed to know. His answer would tell her whether the sheets would be a simple and abundant trophy for him or something much, much more.

"Never," he rasped in her ear. Then he let go of his hold on her. "Now lay down on the bed, on your back." His instructions sounded clean, easy.

She nodded and started to crawl on the bed when she felt him grab hold of her leg. Directly afterwards she froze, on spot. She felt his body come over her and he kissed the back of her neck. His hips, they pressed against her bottom. Before she could stop herself she whimpered. She had heard about men taking pleasure that way. Seen terrible drawings in god-forsaken books that described it.

"No. I wouldn't do that to you for your first," Chuck righted. He shook his head, taking his hand and turning her over. Getting on his knees, he brought her body down. He took hold of her bottom, having her legs wrap around his waist. Then he leaned in, kissing her passionately on the lips. His tongue slipped in for a moment, right before he spoke. "Do you give me permission to take your maidenhead?"

Blair was surprised he had asked, but nodded. She spoke against his lips. "Ye—yes," she secured between pecks. Her hands came up, her fingers massaging through his dark hair. She felt him start to grope her bottom, pinching it with a full palm.

Chuck kissed her back, feeling her take note of how he was handling her bosom. He smirked and pushed her back down onto the bed. He fell down onto her, his cock thickening against her thigh. Then he began to kiss her again, his hand reaching up to hold her neck. He liked having that sort of grasp on her. It felt like complete control.

Her eyes widened as she felt him pushing through clothes and up against her leg. And his hand was on her neck again, but it felt good. A warm feeling took down at her thighs, between her legs. She released an immense breath, holding onto him. She liked him on top of her, pinning her down.

"Do you feel that, the way it pulses against your skin? You have done that," Chuck rasped against the flesh of her neck. Then he shook his head, hastily pulling at his shirt to get it off. "I want more. I want to feel more." His voice was desperate ask he yanked his clothes off.

Blair didn't have the chance to look down before his nude form was on top of her again. He lifted himself, but she could only see his chest. He ripped open her nightgown, stilling when he stared down at her body. It partly reminded her of an animal gaping at its prey, but there was something else in his gaze too. She didn't quite understand it, until he curved his hands under her breasts and held them.

"You're so beautiful, perfect. I couldn't have imagined for you to look any better," he swore. Then he came down on her once more, kissing from her chin to her lips. He positioned his body so he could thrust lightly against her center, first softly and then harder.

A moan escaped Blair's lips as she felt him thrusting against her. Her body trembled and she now sensed wetness between her legs. In fact it was running down her inner thighs. She started to look down, but Chuck caught her lips.

"You're already so slick. You're ready," Chuck decided. He gripped hardly onto the sides of her hips and then pushed himself inside of her.

Blair cried out, not expecting it. She gasped, breathing heavily, and whimpering all at once. She felt pain. Her walls clenched around him tightly.

Chuck rested his forehead against hers, releasing a harsh breath of his own. "Yo—you're so tight. Fuck." Virgins weren't a new thing for him, sex even more familiar, but this felt different. It felt amazingly different.

She wondered if that was good, but all thoughts were gone the moment she felt him begin to slowly pull out and then push back in. Tears trailed down her cheeks, but she did feel pleasure. His thrusts were slow and steady, but firm at the same time.

He brushed his lips against hers, staring into her eyes intently. His speed increased and his thrusts became more intense. He knew he was hurting her some, but it was his way.

Blair grabbed onto him, her nails piercing the skin of his shoulders. She turned her cheek on the pillow, breathing heavily. The hurt was not subsiding, but the satisfaction didn't either.

"Say—say my name," Chuck commanded, his voice full of breath. He pumped deeper, increasing his speed. Soon he felt the tip of his cock brush her g-spot. His body shook in delight, knowing when he reached it.

"Ch—Chuck!" Blair cried out. Her voice jumped when he pushed in deeper than before, her hips also jolting forward.

"Ch—Chuck," her voice fell to a whisper.

"That's it, love," he complimented. He nodded, panting and squeezing his eyes shut as her walls clamped down on his throbbing member. He couldn't even begin to describe how good she felt. So he'd show her best he could. He reached down, intertwining their fingers, and bringing their hands up over her head. "Fu—fuck, your beautiful."

Blair felt as if a tidal wave crashed down onto her, washing away all bad feelings. Her mother's voice wasn't in her head. She heard no one but him, nothing but his words. She squeezed his hands and kissed his lips, but felt too breathless to utter a word.

Chuck's eyes widened as his balls tightened. He was close, so close. He needed to make her understand. "Le—let go," he allowed. He wanted her to so he could.

She didn't understand what he meant at first, but then it came to her. Her climax was coming at full speed. Her legs twitched and her breath hitched in her throat. "Ch—Chu—Chuck!" she screamed. Her body, hips first, threw forward and up against him. She grabbed onto him, crying out.

He smiled, listening to her screaming as she came. Then she fell limp, back onto the pillows, and staring up at him. Still inside her, he planned to explode within her walls. He leaned down, starting to make the first of final pumps.

Blair's eyes widened, when she realized what was going on. She shook her head desperately, pushing up on his chest. "No—no. I—no—" This is what could make her pregnant. She couldn't let it happen, but would he listen.

Chuck understood what she meant. Angry and frustrated he pushed her roughly away from him.

She rolled over, breathing heavily as she watched him fall forward against the mattress. His body convulsed as he thrust violently against the sheets. He screamed like an angry animal, grasping the pillows. "Fu—fuck! Blair!" With those final words his body fell limp. Slowly his heavy breathing started, but he remained lying on his stomach.

"I—I'm sorry," Blair whimpered, knowing he hadn't been happy about how it ended. She still almost screamed when his hand flew up and grabbed her by the back of the head.

He turned to look at her, eyes dark. Then he pulled her towards him, turning on his side. His arms came around her and he held her body to his chest. "Don't speak," Chuck concluded. "Don't speak."

XOXOXOXOXO

A/N: Could that song have something to do with this story? Hmm… I don't know. Hope you liked the chapter. More to come soon, darlings.

Also a big thanks to my translator! Oh and I know there are probably some mistakes, but I did a really quick beta job. I'll come back and do another when I can!