Chapter 491 Misunderstanding

A rose-colored mark looked like a petal had fallen into the hollow of Diana's collarbone. She inhaled softly, annoyed, and tried to push him away. 

As she breathed, the neckline that had been covering her rounded chest became disheveled, revealing a sexy cleavage.

Charles, who was pinning her down, clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction and ground his teeth against her shoulder in frustration.

Diana's intuition told her that things were taking a turn for the worse. She spoke sternly, "Stop, don't move. This is the office, you can't do this."

However, Charles ignored her, his hands moving to her lower abdomen, caressing her sensitive waist in a way that was impossible to ignore.

The sensation made Diana arch her back involuntarily, swatting at his mischievous wrist. "Don't touch there, let go!"

"Why did you come to the office dressed like this? You did it on purpose to seduce me."

Charles lowered his head and bit her shoulder strap. 

The red strap left a shallow mark on his lips, and before Diana could react, she felt a chill on her chest as the strap was pulled halfway down, causing her strapless dress to start slipping.

This is the office! How dare he do this!

Diana gritted her teeth and tried to grab his hand, but he interlocked their fingers and pinned her arms behind her back. 

His other hand took the opportunity to pull down her neckline.

Her soft, white-pink breasts jiggled, looking like sweet candy with their tender red nipples, which stood erect in embarrassment.

They were quickly engulfed by his lips and tongue, and roughly kneaded by his hands.

"Stop."

Diana cried out, unable to suppress a moan. She bit her lip hard to keep herself from making any more sounds.

She hadn't forgotten that they were in the office, and employees could walk in at any moment.

If anyone saw her like this, Diana would rather break the floor-to-ceiling window and jump out.

The constant threat of exposure made her body more sensitive than usual. She twisted, trying to break free, but only arched her back higher.

Charles's hands gripped her full breasts from below, kneading them without hesitation.

Under his forceful, slender fingers, the red marks invaded her smooth skin.

Seeing the marks he left, Charles's heart raced, and he became even more excited, his actions growing rougher.

Diana felt like dough being kneaded and shaped under him.

"Not here, someone will come."

Her voice was mixed with suppressed moans, broken and pleading.

"That makes it even more exciting."

He dismissed her words, his actions relentless.

One hand pinched her nipple, maliciously pressing the pink tip with his rough fingers.

The other side was subjected to his teeth, delivering a punishing pleasure. 

Diana, already tense, trembled and struggled.

But her sensitive, engorged nipples were held tight, and her movements only made them pull painfully.

Pressed against Charles's refined face, her breasts shook and trembled passionately, making her gasp, her face flushed.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the daylight was bright, and Diana could see all his reactions clearly.

His expression was calm as he did this, but his eyes couldn't hide the lust and daze. 

Even Diana had to admit that these subtle changes added an indescribable allure to his handsome face.

Like a demon of desire, he would look up at her face whenever she moaned.

Diana was momentarily distracted, and Charles quickly noticed.

He bit her earlobe in dissatisfaction, breathing heavily, "What are you thinking about? How can you think of anything else at a time like this?"

Without waiting for her response, he left several deep and shallow kiss marks on her ear and neck, then resumed kissing her.

Diana's mind went blank. She didn't know why her plan had turned out like this.

She bit her lip angrily, refusing to cooperate, but he seemed to know her well. 

He first relaxed her guard with gentle kisses on her lips, finding her sweet, wet mouth, gradually increasing the intensity, pushing her tongue against her teeth.

By the time she realized it, she was already whimpering softly under his forceful invasion, no matter how she gasped and tried to escape, he would chase her down.

Charles usually maintained a dignified, aloof demeanor as the CEO, but in moments like this, he became annoyingly persistent.

Her chest tingled and ached, the sensations of kneading and sucking lingering, even seeping deeper, making her legs wetter.

Diana shook her head as he kissed her. Though it wasn't exactly uncomfortable, she was still inexplicably angry.

She struggled to free one hand from behind her back, finally managing to push his shoulder, but he didn't budge.

She found a chance to bite him in retaliation, finally freeing her sore tongue. 

She gasped for breath, her face stern, forcing herself not to be swayed by desire.

"Look at me. Are you crazy? How can you do this?"

Charles licked the spot where she bit him, his eyelashes lowered, his pupils half-hidden by lust.

He took in her disheveled, made-up face, the marked white neck, and the full breasts with their wet, swollen pink nipples.

"I see you clearly. You're beautiful, adorable. Can we continue?"

He said, eager to kiss her again, but she blocked his lips with her hand.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

Her eyeshadow was dark today, now smudged, her lipstick eaten away, and her foundation rubbed off by Charles.

Even without a mirror, Diana knew she looked a mess, but Charles could still say such things?

Didn't that mean her plan had failed?

Seeing her silent, Charles bit her palm, grabbed her hand again, and repeated, "You're beautiful no matter what. I'm happy you came to see me."

Diana had come to bring him lunch today, even dressing up for the occasion, which had surprised and delighted Charles.

He had thought their relationship was moving too fast and had been holding back, afraid of scaring her.

But today, she had come to him willingly. If he didn't take the initiative, he'd be a fool.

His breathing grew heavier, his cold eyes becoming warm and intense.

Diana felt her face heating up and quickly pulled her hand back, trying to climb off the desk.
Nirvana: From Ashes to Glory
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