Chapter 280 Go to Bed and Fight
Diana's expression shifted slightly. She could clearly feel something hard pressing against her backside, rubbing insistently.
Gritting her teeth, she snapped, "Seriously? Knock it off! I'm not doing this!"
Beside her, Charles' voice was husky as he whispered in her ear, "Don't think you can just walk away from me."
His breath tickled her ear, making her squirm.
Diana struggled to free herself from his embrace.
As she fought, Charles' breathing grew heavier, and the hardness beneath him pressed even more painfully against her.
The car came to a stop, and Nolan quickly got out, knocking on the rear window. "Mr. Percy, we're home."
He stepped aside, giving Jacob a meaningful look.
Jacob was confused until he saw Charles, looking battered, dragging Diana out of the car.
Shocked, he rushed forward, "Mr. Percy, what happened to you?"
Since Charles had established his own power, no one had been able to harm him. Could it be some foolish business rival?
"Mr. Percy, I'll call a doctor!"
"Get lost!" Charles snapped, his head pounding.
He had only one thought: to keep Diana by his side. Ignoring the other servants, he pulled Diana upstairs.
She struggled fiercely, so he bent down and scooped her up in his arms.
Once the bedroom door was locked, Diana swallowed hard, retreating until she hit the bed.
With nowhere else to go, she shouted, "I'm not doing this! You monster!"
Charles' eyes were dark, reflecting Diana's image. He was tall enough to easily loom over her.
Suddenly, he smiled and pushed her onto the bed.
Diana moved quickly, rolling away from him, but Charles was faster.
He grabbed her around the waist, stripping off her clothes and tossing them aside.
She felt like a piece of cake in his hands, as he expertly unclasped her bra and toyed with her breasts.
She let out a small whimper, lifting her leg to stomp on his foot, grinding down hard.
But in the next moment, he lifted her by the waist, her feet dangling uselessly.
As the room spun, Diana found herself pinned to the bed. She turned her head to avoid his hot, dangerous breath, her voice sharp, "Get off me!"
Her lips were captured again, the still-healing wound reopened by his biting and sucking.
Saliva mixed with the metallic taste of blood as he ravaged her mouth.
She clamped her lips shut, trying to stop the assault.
Charles pulled back, panting heavily, his eyes burning as he looked at her clenched jaw. His Adam's apple bobbed with restraint.
Then, he forced her mouth open with two fingers, pressing his lips to hers and pushing his tongue into her warm mouth.
The sensation of his tongue in her mouth, combined with the sweet scent, drove him wild.
Diana's lips and tongue ached from the rough treatment, her face flushed from lack of oxygen, her mind foggy, and her strength waning.
She could only open her mouth, her tongue subjected to his brutal invasion.
Finally, he moved from her lips to her neck, giving her a moment to breathe.
Her cheeks were red, her eyes unfocused, her lips and tongue numb as she gasped for air, looking thoroughly ravaged.
He stripped off her remaining clothes, tossing them onto the white carpet.
Then he stood, pulling off his own clothes, piling them on top of hers.
When his hot, naked body pressed against hers, she snapped back to reality.
"No!" she cried, eyes wide, shaking her head in refusal, trying to push herself up to escape.
But she only managed to move a little before he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.
He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, their fingers interlocked.
His arm muscles bulged with tension as he leaned down, capturing her lips again, murmuring, "Don't even think about running."
Diana's eyes filled with tears as she struggled against his grip, shouting angrily, "Get off me! Don't touch me! You're insane! If you're so messed up, go to a hospital!"
"You're the only cure for me," Charles growled, biting her lip hard, forcing her legs apart with his knee, and thrusting his hard, menacing erection inside her.
The sudden, brutal entry made Diana scream, her body shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face from the pain.
"So tight," Charles groaned, his teeth clenched.
Even though he was only partially inside, the sensation was overwhelming, nearly making him lose control.
He pulled out, spreading her legs wider, his voice rough, "Too tight, I can't get in."
He remembered she was pregnant and knew she needed more lubrication to avoid injury.
He lowered his mouth to her, his tongue expertly teasing her clit, stimulating the sensitive flesh.
The overwhelming pleasure made Diana's voice change. She grabbed Charles' short hair, pulling hard.
The more she pulled, the harder he licked, his teeth grazing the small nub.
The intense stimulation forced a moan from her throat, her vagina clenching tightly, releasing a gush of fluid.
Charles lifted his head, his face wet, his thick lashes glistening with moisture, looking as if he had been crying.
He licked his lips, tasting her, then leaned over her exhausted body, whispering, "Sweet."
Her face burned with shame and anger, but all she could do was pant heavily, managing to say, "Get off me! Disgusting!"
Charles ignored her, running a hand through his hair, pushing it back to reveal his intense, desire-filled eyes.
His face still bore injuries, adding a rugged, battle-worn allure that made one want to mark him even more.
Diana's fingers twitched, wanting to slap him, but the next moment, her legs were spread.
His massive, purple erection pressed against her, eager to enter.
"Do you like it?" he asked, his voice low and husky, looking down at her with lust.
Only in these moments did she truly belong to him.
Even if her mind resisted, her body always responded, her vagina welcoming him eagerly.
Much more agreeable than its owner.
Diana gritted her teeth, breathing heavily, her tone impatient, "If you can't do it, get someone else. Just get lost!"
How laughable. Who was really controlled by desire here?
Charles' expression darkened instantly. He grabbed her waist, pressing her soft body into his hot, damp embrace.