Chapter 328 Questioning
Diana didn't have a chance to react before hot, alcohol-laced lips crashed against hers.
Her gasp was muffled as a nimble tongue pried her teeth apart, exploring her mouth with reckless abandon.
Large hands roamed her waist, holding her so tightly she couldn't move.
Diana's steps faltered as Charles cornered her, kissing her deeply.
She shoved him away with a burst of anger, "You're drunk, stop acting crazy."
Charles' eyes were bloodshot, his lips glistening. He didn't care that she pushed him away; he grabbed her arm, trying to pull her back.
He had wanted to do this for so long. Ever since she was hospitalized, he had been so careful, and it was driving him mad.
As he moved closer, Diana frowned and slapped him hard.
The sharp sound echoed as he caught her hand, pressing it against his chest.
His voice was hoarse as he whispered in her ear, "One slap, one kiss."
Feeling Diana's shiver, Charles gripped her chin, forcing her to look up.
He devoured her lips, tasting the chocolate-flavored lipstick that felt like wax.
Diana, forced to tilt her head back, could only use her free hand to hit him.
After a while, Charles released her lips and said softly, "You slapped me eight times. I get eight kisses."
Did that five-minute kiss count as one?
Diana's vision darkened. She covered his mouth with her hand, panting, "No! You promised to listen to me as long as I didn't leave."
Charles pondered this, then asked, "So why did you leave? Because I mentioned getting back together and you got upset?"
"I said I was going to the bathroom."
"You didn't go. I saw you on the deck. Who were you meeting? You're so cold, aren't you afraid of getting sick?"
Before Diana could respond, Charles exposed her lie. He clung to her like a snake, desperate to see into her heart and ensure there was no one else.
Diana was speechless, not expecting him to follow her.
Her silence only fueled Charles' frustration.
He tightened his grip on her waist, pressing her closer to share his warmth.
"Why aren't you talking? Because you can't refute me? You broke the agreement first, so I won't listen to you."
Using this as an excuse for his behavior, he captured her lips again, stealing the air from her mouth.
When she was breathless and clinging to him, he finally let her go, allowing her to catch her breath.
But after just a couple of breaths, he kissed her again, whispering, "Seven more."
Diana couldn't remember how she got back to the room. When she was laid on the bed and her head hit the mattress, she snapped out of her daze and propped herself up.
Her meticulously styled hair was now loose, covering the sparkle of her diamond necklace.
Charles, following her movements, reached behind her to unclasp the necklace, tossing it aside with a clink.
Her dress, with its voluminous skirt, spread out on the bed like a giant red rose, with Diana as the fairy within.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dreamy, looking like she was ready to be plucked.
Charles admired her for a moment before grabbing her ankle and pulling her towards him.
The bell on her ankle was silent, but it would have sounded lovely.
Diana struggled to push him away, but it was futile.
He pressed his cheek to her leg, bending it towards her chest, asking, "Is this okay?"
Just a bit more pressure and it would hurt the baby. Diana's breathing quickened, and she cried out, "Okay, stop, my leg hurts."
With her consent, Charles grew bolder. He stopped pressing down and even massaged her leg.
But as he massaged, his hand moved up her dress, feeling the wetness between her legs.
He smiled, kissing her ankle, "You feel it."
Diana closed her eyes, feeling a sense of resignation. How could he not understand that anyone would react to such stimulation?
Though she disliked Charles, she couldn't deny their physical compatibility.
Her body reacted involuntarily as he spread her legs and moved under her dress.
His hot breath on her thighs made her shiver.
The dress rose high, like a giant belly.
He used his teeth to pull aside her panties, his mouth enveloping her, his tongue finding her clit and teasing it.
Diana covered her eyes, biting her lip to stifle her moans.
Charles gauged her pleasure by her body's tremors.
Her narrow passage squeezed his tongue, and when his teeth grazed her clit, her body jolted, releasing more fluids.
Her body shook uncontrollably, and she couldn't suppress her moans, which encouraged Charles.
He spread her legs wider, pressing against her sensitive spot, his lips and tongue delving deeper.
The sounds of his licking filled the room, and Diana's body turned pink, her core growing hotter.
It felt like fireworks exploded in her mind, waves of pleasure crashing over her, overwhelming her.
Her abdomen trembled, and a gush of fluid sprayed onto his face.
Charles closed one eye, wiping his face before pulling away.
He grabbed her hands, pulling them from her face, "Did you enjoy it?"
The more he asked, the more embarrassed Diana felt. She covered her face, biting her lip to stay silent.
She bit so hard she nearly drew blood.
Charles frowned, pinching her cheeks and slipping a finger into her mouth to free her lip.
His finger throbbed from her bite, but he kissed her cheek, unfazed.
"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"
He kept asking about her feelings, relentless.
Diana let out a small sob, which he immediately noticed.
His expression changed, and he pulled her hands away, seeing her red, tear-filled eyes.
Charles, panicked, helped her sit up, gripping her shoulders, "Did I hurt you? I wasn't rough."
Diana's tears fell onto his chest, each drop a heavy blow to his heart.
"Why do you force me? To admit I enjoyed it? Then what? You feel proud? Happy?"
Diana cried and cursed, feeling that admitting pleasure with Charles was a betrayal of her will.
Why did he have to ask?
Charles, realizing why she was upset, stiffened. He was angry but seeing her cry, he held back his temper, pulling her into his arms.
Resting his chin on her shoulder, he grumbled, "I just wanted to know if you felt good. What's there to be proud of? What are you thinking?"
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