Chapter 538

Chapter 538

Taylor's face was flushed bright red, her nipples rubbing against the floor with each thrust, pressing into her areolas. Her smooth back was marred by bite marks and hickeys, her skin flushed a deep pink. Sweat beaded on her face, her hair sticking to her forehead, and her dazed eyes were filled only with desire.

Lifting Taylor up, Gavin placed her on the desk, sweeping the papers off. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and thrust wildly, like a beast ravaging its prey in heat. He watched with fervor as she arched her neck and moaned, her hips lifting and her reddened thighs spreading wide. She was slick with heat as she took his massive, purplish shaft, her body yielding to his increasingly fierce and rapid thrusts.

"I can't, I can't hold on," Taylor gasped, nearing climax. She gripped Gavin's arms, She shook her head breathlessly while swaying her hips, her body tightening to heighten the friction and drive her over the edge. "Faster, faster!"

Gavin reached down, pinching and rubbing her clit. Taylor shuddered, a wave of intense pleasure surging through her. After a sharp sting in her clit, her vagina contracted fiercely, only to be forcefully spread by his cock. The pain in Gavin's arm grew as Taylor screamed through her orgasm, her nails scratching his skin.

The rhythm of her contractions sent waves of pleasure through Gavin, drawing a shout of ecstasy from him. His powerful cock pounded into her, the tip rubbing against her sensitive spot. Still reeling from her climax, Taylor was driven to an even higher peak of pleasure by his movements.

Her cries gave way to a desperate, overwhelmed sob as tears streamed silently down her face. Her legs went limp, spread wide, her pussy still clenching tightly while being repeatedly stretched open by his cock, the large tip still grinding against her sensitive spot.

Gavin let out a low growl as he came.

Taylor looked up, her flushed cheeks making her look particularly vulnerable, the usual cold and distant mask finally gone. A tear rolled down from her reddened eyes as she hoarsely said, "Take me to clean up. Marriage is off the table, but I can still be your girlfriend."

She gently touched his face, a rare tenderness in her eyes.

Gavin nuzzled against her, "Then let's go another round."

Taylor snapped, "Get lost!"

Their lovemaking seemed endless.

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In a hidden club, Byron had prepared a table full of Charlotte's favorite dishes.

"Charlotte, eat more. You've lost weight from not eating these past few days."

Byron kept piling food onto her plate, a gentle smile on his lips.

Only in front of Charlotte did he show such a smile.

Charlotte had no appetite and bluntly said to his face, "Looking at you makes me sick."

Byron's face darkened. He suddenly grabbed her chin, "Is it only when Frederick feeds you that you don't feel sick?"

Charlotte looked at him coldly and firmly answered, "Yes."

Byron swept all the dishes onto the floor, "Why! What am I lacking compared to him? Charlotte, you took care of me for so long, you once…"

"Because I thought you were a victim, because I pitied you! But I never imagined you were one of the culprits! How could you ever compare to Frederick?"

Charlotte looked at the mess on the floor, a cold smirk on her face, her eyes full of mockery, "He's kinder than you, better than you, and he knows right from wrong. He would never resort to dirty tricks! He would never gamble with people's lives."

"Byron, what are you now? Look at yourself. You've lost who you are. Don't you think you're pathetic?"

Byron couldn't stand her cold gaze. He grabbed her jaw roughly and kissed her fiercely, "Today, I'll make you mine!"

His desire could only be satisfied by Charlotte.

Charlotte's eyes trembled. She grabbed a shard of broken porcelain nearby and stabbed at Byron with all her strength.

Byron couldn't dodge in time, a cut appearing on his arm, and his lip was bitten by Charlotte.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, he stalked toward a tense Charlotte. "Fine, hurt me or yourself if you must. At worst, we will go to hell together."

Just then, Shade rushed in, panicked, "Boss, bad news! The police are closing in. We need to run!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the thunderous sound of the door being kicked in echoed through the room.

Shade didn't have time to worry about Charlotte. He grabbed Byron to drag him away, but it was too late. The police stormed in, fully armed, giving Byron's men no chance to react. They pinned everyone down.

Frederick, dressed in a sharp suit, strode in from outside and immediately spotted Charlotte, who was in tears.

His heart ached. He hurried over, pulling her into his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her.

Byron glared with hatred, "Frederick, if you've got the guts, kill me now. Otherwise, when I get out, I'll kill you!"

Frederick's gaze turned icy. He grabbed a gun and aimed it at Byron's head, his aura filled with killing intent, making everyone struggle to breathe.

The lead police captain's breath hitched. He quickly grabbed Frederick's wrist, "Mr. Percy, trust us. We won't let him escape. If you kill him now, it'll be hard for us to explain."

"Calm down."

Frederick listened to the captain's advice and handed the gun back.

He picked up Charlotte and instructed Louis to take Quin away.

Frederick first took Charlotte and Quin to the hospital for a checkup. Neither had any serious injuries.

However, Charlotte was shaken and kept sleeping.

The doctor said Charlotte hadn't slept well in a long time and her body was exhausted.

Frederick felt heartbroken.

He remained by Charlotte's side all through the night, turning away Cecilia when she asked to visit.

He knew Charlotte was exhausted, and too many people might disturb her. So, it was just Frederick by her side. He held her hand, noticing small cuts on it, and couldn't help but lean down to kiss them.

"I'm sorry. I failed to protect you."

Frederick's guilt grew heavier.

Charlotte didn't have nightmares that night. When she woke up, it was already noon the next day. Her eyes scanned the hospital room before landing on Frederick, who was working on the couch.

She blinked, suddenly feeling wronged, and tears fell unexpectedly, "Frederick."

"Am I dreaming?"

Hearing her voice, Frederick immediately set aside his papers and rushed to the bed, carefully holding her hand, "I'm here. This isn't a dream. You've been rescued."

Charlotte's fingers trembled. She reached out to touch his face, almost greedily taking in the real warmth and texture, no longer the empty illusions of her dreams from the past few days.