Chapter 299 All Lies
Charles caught onto her emotions quickly and grabbed her chin, his voice harsh.
Diana, worried that if he kept thinking, Dean would be exposed, decided to take the blame and changed her approach.
"How did you know I met with him? You said you'd give me freedom!"
'Sorry, Billy, but you've been misunderstood more than once,' Diana thought as she heard Charles scoff above her.
"Freedom? Diana, I must have been too good to you. That's why you're getting more and more brazen!"
Before Diana could argue further, he bent down and captured her lips.
'When will he ever stop biting my lip during arguments?' Diana screamed internally as her lips throbbed with pain, the taste of blood spreading in her mouth.
He licked the wound as if punishing her, swallowing every drop of blood.
Diana pushed Charles away with all her strength, finally creating a small gap between them. She panted, trying to find an excuse.
"Wait, I can explain."
But the next second, he grabbed her, his hand tangling in her hair, holding her head firmly in place.
Charles was furious, almost wanting to strangle Diana right then and there.
But he couldn't bring himself to do it, so he channeled his destructive urge into her.
"Shut up!"
She would only tell more lies to cover up her current ones. It was all fake!
No escape.
"Charles!"
Diana struggled to breathe. She couldn't even get a word out; every time she tried to speak, he would kiss her again, his tongue forcefully invading her mouth, tangling with hers, creating wet, sticky sounds.
As he kissed her, he gripped her waist, pulling her into his arms.
He was strong, and Diana couldn't resist, helplessly ending up straddling his lap, her thighs pressed tightly against his hips.
Their bodies were pressed together, the friction of their clothes making the position even more intimate. The bed behind them made the kiss even deeper.
Diana was suffocating, her head spinning from lack of oxygen. She turned her head with difficulty, burying her face in his chest to escape his lips.
Her voice trembled as she threatened, "No sex! Do you want me to go to the hospital?"
Charles didn't respond, nor did he try to force her face back. Instead, he kissed her earlobe.
That spot was particularly sensitive, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
The sound of their breathing and the wet noises of his kisses filled the room, the intimate pleasure growing unchecked, like waves drowning all reason.
Her head, initially buried in his chest, gradually lifted, trying to avoid him.
Charles' hand was on the back of her neck, slowly caressing her soft skin as he asked, "What did you do with him? Did he kiss you like this?"
Diana's lips were swollen and red from his kisses, and there were faint red marks behind her ears.
Hearing his question, she glared at him, deliberately contradicting him.
"Yeah, his kissing skills are way better than yours!"
Even though he could see there were no marks on her body, Charles still asked, what an idiot!
Charles licked his lips, his gaze becoming more dangerous.
She was lying again, trying to provoke him.
Disobedient people needed to be punished.
The next second, he opened his mouth and bit down on her rounded shoulder like a vampire, not holding back, quickly drawing blood.
Diana cried out in pain, slapping him, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
Her nose bumped into his shoulder, making her eyes water from the pain.
"Bite me back," Charles suggested from above.
Diana didn't hesitate much, opening her mouth and biting his shoulder through his shirt.
Compared to her, Charles seemed made of iron. Even though she bit hard enough to draw blood, he didn't make a sound, as if he wasn't the one being bitten.
Diana always repaid her grudges, but as soon as she tasted blood, she let go in disgust.
She was really going to go crazy if she stayed with Charles any longer.
"Disgusting!" she spat, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, trying to get rid of the taste.
The next second, Charles grabbed her cheeks, making her lips pout like a strawberry-flavored jelly.
Seeing his gaze deepen, Diana quickly pushed him away, scrambling off him.
But she had only taken a few steps when he grabbed her ankle, pulling her back, the anklet jingling as it was pulled from her sock.
Was this some kind of comedy film set?
Diana's upper body was off the bed, but one leg was held, making it impossible for her to get up.
She had to support herself with her hands to avoid falling.
Charles moved quickly, pulling her back onto the bed.
He shook the anklet with interest, saying, "It sounds better."
"Damn it, if you like it so much, you wear it!" Diana was furious at his teasing, grabbing his collar and flipping him over.
But Charles' core strength was strong; he didn't fall, even following her movements to touch her butt.
She let out a short scream as her skirt was lifted to her waist. His head, with a mocking smile, disappeared under her skirt.
The loose clothes she wore for comfort now made it easier for him to mess around.
Before she could react, he had unhooked her bra with one hand.
Her breasts, no longer confined, changed from their perky shape to a teardrop shape.
He opened his mouth, taking the soft flesh into his mouth.
His tongue licked her skin heavily, pausing deliberately before sucking, leaving marks.
Diana was furious, trying to push Charles away, but her waist was held tightly, unable to move.
She could only raise her fists and slap his shoulders and back, the sound of flesh hitting flesh unable to stop his actions.
Her skirt gradually covered Charles completely, making it look like she was carrying a giant monster.
He kissed down from her chest, licking and sucking from top to bottom, almost reaching her lower abdomen, his breathing adding to the erotic atmosphere.
Diana was aroused, her face flushed, her breathing erratic, her throat tight, her fingers digging into his back.
Noticing her change, Charles finally emerged from under her skirt.
His hair was messy, his eyes red, filled with a heavy desire, as if he wanted to devour Diana whole.
He maliciously thrust his hips up, the hard heat of his arousal pressing against her through their clothes.
Diana's breath hitched, her core growing wet.
He laughed, "Don't feel anything?"
He had clearly underestimated Diana's willpower. Even in such a vulnerable position, she still managed to anger him.
"Nope, I'd feel something with someone else."
Charles didn't explode. He had just smelled her, and she only had her own scent.
But since she said it, she had to face the consequences.
"Not feeling anything is perfect, you fickle woman."
The next second, he kissed her neck, starting to undo her skirt.
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