Chapter 303 She's Jealous?
The sound of heavy breathing filled her ears, snapping her back to reality. She noticed his movements had quickened, his jaw clenched tight.
This time, his eyes were locked on her, continuing his actions under her gaze. His erection stood tall, turning a deep shade of purple, but he still hadn't released.
Charles let out a low groan, releasing his grip and speaking towards Diana, "I can't come. It's so uncomfortable."
His voice was hoarse, softer than usual, with a hint of vulnerability she could detect.
Diana swallowed hard, choosing to close her eyes and pull the blanket back up, pretending she had never woken up and seen anything.
But at this point, there was no way Charles would let her off.
He lifted the blanket, revealing a gentle smile, "Good morning."
Seeing that she was still pretending not to hear, with her hands tucked in front of her chest and her eyes tightly shut, Charles didn't get angry.
With her eyes closed, Diana's other senses became more acute.
She could feel the tickling on her cheek and hear the shallow breaths by her ear.
They were very close.
Diana concluded in her mind, trying to control the urge to turn over and run away, but her arm was pinned down.
His voice was lazy, with a hint of teasing, "Not awake? Then I'll get started."
Before she could understand his meaning, Diana's hand was grabbed, and a hard erection was pressed into her palm.
Diana reacted as if burned, struggling to pull her hand back, but it was firmly held in place.
The moment she grasped it, she could feel the erection twitch in her palm.
Charles couldn't stop his light panting.
Diana could no longer ignore him, opening her eyes with a frown, "If you want to do it, do it yourself. Don't touch me!"
Her voice was low and hoarse, tinged with anger but lacking any real threat.
Charles panted in response, "I am doing it myself."
With that, he guided Diana's hand up and down, his fluids making it slightly slippery.
The hard, veiny erection rubbed against her soft palm, creating an indescribable sensation.
The tip of his erection occasionally peeked out from her palm, sometimes releasing a bit of fluid.
His eyes were filled with a predatory look, yet he still had the mood to tease, "Playing with me, is it fun?"
Diana bit her lip, unable to break free, so she decided to grip harder, making it more painful for him.
His breathing grew louder, his hips thrusting involuntarily.
The sensitive tip was stimulated, leaking pre-cum, the erection throbbing with excitement, almost too hard for her to hold.
His grip on her hand tightened, moving forcefully from the base to the tip, the heat and friction creating an overwhelming pleasure.
Feeling he was about to climax, Diana lifted her thumb to block the tip, interrupting his orgasm.
He gasped deeply, his eyes red, unable to release.
Diana's smile turned malicious, repeating, "Is it fun?"
With that, she began to masturbate him willingly, her eyes fixed on his face, enjoying his expression of deep lust.
It was like revenge for last night.
Waves of pleasure surged from below, but he was always blocked, unable to release. Charles' temples throbbed, his face flushed as if drunk.
It was hard to tell if his expression was one of pleasure or pain. Diana treated his erection like a toy, playing with it without care.
The erection grew harder, standing tall, almost breaking through her palm.
Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled her hand away, knelt between her legs, gripped his erection, and stroked it hard. Streams of semen shot onto her waist.
The controlled orgasm left him momentarily numb, followed by a long-lasting pleasure.
He collapsed on top of Diana, his lips by her ear, panting and kissing her earlobe, his voice hoarse, "That felt so good."
Diana's waist was covered in sticky semen, and with him pressing down, it smeared on both of them.
She felt utterly disgusted, her expression turning to one of revulsion, "Gross! Get off me!"
'Damn it, I should have just broken it off.'
Luckily, he had no strength left. Diana pushed him away, getting up to go to the bathroom to clean up.
Even after washing off the semen, she still felt uncomfortable, as if the sticky feeling remained.
Diana scrubbed the area until it turned red.
When she came out, Charles had returned to his usual self, but the messy bed and the suspicious smell in the air revealed what had happened.
Diana wore a bathrobe, a bit too large, exposing her long neck with kiss marks, made more prominent by her scrubbing in the shower.
Looking at the room, Diana frowned. She should have been sleeping at this hour.
Woken up by a nightmare and then dragged into this, Diana clenched her fists, gritting her teeth, and said, "Are you satisfied now? Get out!"
"This is my house."
Remembering yesterday's events, Charles wasn't in a good mood either. Now, whenever Diana left his sight, he felt anxious, knowing she might actually run away.
"Fine, if you won't leave, I will!"
With that, Diana turned and headed for the door.
She moved quickly, opening the door and bumping into Tessa outside.
Tessa's hair was a mess, dark circles under her eyes, looking like she hadn't slept all night.
Seeing Diana, she paused, then noticed the marks on her body, feeling a surge of jealousy.
Tessa hadn't slept a wink out of fear, her body covered in bruises. Yet Diana, after making such a mistake, was forgiven just by spending the night with Charles?
Her expression puzzled, she was about to speak when Diana coldly interrupted, "Is this how you deliver messages? When did I ever ask you to gather those things?"
Tessa was taken aback, her face showing panic, but thinking of Clara, she retorted, "Ms. Spencer, instead of blaming me, you should take care of yourself."
Behind her, Charles approached, frowning slightly at Tessa's presence.
She was a competent observer, but she seemed to have other intentions.
"Good morning, Mr. Percy."
Seeing Charles, Tessa immediately put on a fawning expression, greeting him eagerly.
Her behavior was so fake, Diana rolled her eyes in annoyance, "You're loyal to him, aren't you?"
With that, she tightened her bathrobe and turned to leave.
Charles was momentarily stunned by her words, then stepped forward, grabbing her hand and pulling her back into his room.
He didn't spare Tessa a glance.
"What are you doing? Let go!"
Diana's voice rose, her mood particularly foul. She couldn't stand another day here!
Charles turned her to face him, looking at her angry face, and inexplicably said, "There's nothing between me and her."
Diana didn't understand, looking up, "What?"
"That maid and I," he explained.
This time, Diana understood, her expression turning meaningful.
Did Charles think she was jealous?
No way. He was truly out of his mind.
Diana smirked, her tone mocking, "Even if you two slept together now, I wouldn't care."
"Hasn't anyone taught you that jealousy is based on affection?" she added.
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