Chapter 282 Bleeding
Maybe it was because Diana had taken the initiative to please Charles, but this time his movements were much gentler, just teasing her tongue with his.
The pain gradually turned into a tingling pleasure.
In the slow, tender lovemaking, the pleasure was drawn out and deep. Diana felt like a feather being blown by him, her consciousness floating lightly in the air, her body trembling softly.
Their fluids mingled in the tight space of her vagina, the warm, sticky fullness making her dizzy, her hands and feet trembling slightly.
Just as her mind began to drift, Charles' thrusts became forceful, the tip of his penis scraping against her insides, and she cried out, gasping for breath.
Even biting her lip couldn't stifle her moans. Diana could only bite down on a finger, enduring the excessive pounding.
Her mind was foggy, completely unaware that this was a punishment.
The relentless pleasure seemed to be destroying her body. Diana choked on her sobs, her voice growing weaker until she went limp and passed out from the intensity.
Late at night, Diana's body had been cleaned, and she lay asleep, deeply immersed in a dark dream.
A gray blanket covered her, rising and falling gently with her breaths.
Beside her, Charles gazed down at her sleeping face, his eyes filled with an obsession and madness he himself didn't realize.
Diana's slender body was covered in the marks of their lovemaking, and the scent of the bath gel on her skin was the same as his.
Her entire being was filled with his burning desire, marked as his own.
He pulled Diana into his arms, kissed her forehead, and whispered, his nose brushing against hers, "You are mine."
That night, she didn't sleep well.
Diana frowned, trapped in a chaotic, dark dream where reality and fantasy intertwined, unable to think or escape.
In the dream, a chiseled face pressed against her neck, a sexy mole on the bridge of his nose glistening with a drop of sweat.
Their bodies moved together, and she saw herself turn her face away, tears falling onto his bare shoulder.
Her muddled mind struggled to identify the face behind her. Who was it?
In her sleep, Diana jerked awake, her heart racing.
'Damn it, it is Charles!'
She woke up with a start, gasping for air.
Warm, golden sunlight streamed through the large window into the bedroom, where two bodies lay entwined on the black bed, the room quiet and cozy.
An arm was draped over her waist, and she felt hot and sore. Her lower abdomen ached slightly, and Diana couldn't help but curl her legs.
But her legs were pinned down, unable to move an inch.
Her eyes were swollen from crying all night, and it took several tries before she could open them a sliver.
She could only see faint light, her eyelids feeling heavy.
Diana slowly and painfully moved her head, her vision finally clearing to reveal a chest rising and falling rhythmically.
Her mind was hazy, but her nerves were gradually waking up, the pain spreading through her body.
Diana tried to pull her legs free, waking Charles beside her.
"Awake?"
She didn't answer, just closed her eyes and took deep breaths, frowning.
It hurt so much. They had done this before, so why did it hurt so much this time?
With every movement, she felt something liquid flowing from her, breaking out in a cold sweat and not daring to move again.
Diana opened her eyes, grabbed Charles by the neck, and angrily demanded, "Did you clean up?"
He half-opened his eyes, grabbed her hand, and held it to his chest, his voice heavy with sleep, "Just sleep a bit more."
He pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"You!" Diana's voice was hoarse. After a moment, she finally managed to say, "Don't move! It hurts!"
Tears streamed down her face, making her already dry eyes sting even more.
Diana rarely showed such vulnerability. Charles frowned, sat up, and lifted the blanket.
The sight before him made his pupils contract in shock—her new white nightgown was stained red, her body curled up, her face pale.
In the next second, Diana reached down, her fingertips coming away red.
In the past, it might have been a minor period accident.
But now, it was clearly a sign of a miscarriage.
Her eyes turned red with anger, and she struggled to sit up.
Before she could speak, Charles scooped her up.
His face was grim as he quickly wrapped her in the blanket and pressed the emergency button by the bed.
Diana gritted her teeth, pounding his back with her fists, "Rapist! Pervert! My baby!"
Charles was clearly panicked. He had been a bit rough last night, but not excessively so, and he hadn't seen any blood during the cleanup.
Who knew that after a night's sleep, things would turn out like this?
Downstairs, Jacob heard the commotion and rushed up. Seeing the scene, he asked urgently, "Mr. Percy, what's wrong?"
"Get the car, we're going to the hospital!"
Jacob's heart sank. Without asking further, he quickly arranged for them to be taken to the hospital.
It was a long ordeal until the afternoon. Diana had fallen asleep, her lips pale, an IV in her hand.
The loose hospital gown exposed her collarbone, covered in marks left by Charles.
Brenda's face was clearly displeased. She hadn't seen Diana in days, and now this.
'Charles was truly insatiable! A wolf in sheep's clothing!' She cursed him silently as she called Charles out of the room.
In the doctor's office, Brenda suppressed her irritation and said, "Mr. Percy, Ms. Spencer is pregnant. Even though it's been three months and sex is allowed, can't you show some restraint?"
Charles frowned, unusually silent.
Seeing his expression, Brenda's mood improved slightly. She continued flipping through the medical records, "Fortunately, the baby is strong. It's just minor bleeding. No sex for now, and make sure Ms. Spencer gets proper nutrition and rest."
She paused, unsure if Charles understood, and spoke more bluntly. "Mr. Percy, Ms. Spencer is still somewhat resistant to you. If your relationship isn't good, it's better not to see each other..."
Before she could finish, Charles, who had been silent, suddenly stood up and slammed his hand on the desk.
His voice was cold, the air around him seeming to drop in temperature, "Dr. Ramos, just do your job. Our relationship is none of your business."
With that, he turned and left, leaving Brenda stunned.
It took her a moment to recover, blinking rapidly and clutching her chest in fear, "Scared me to death. Why so fierce?"
Anyone could see Diana didn't like him, yet he clung to her.
What a joke, claiming they were in love. He was fooling himself.
Brenda put away the medical records, muttering in frustration. "Damn it, I am done with this family doctor job! Not even allowed to speak the truth!"
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