Chapter 125: The Satisfaction of Getting Her
Claire Poyer expected Frederick to suddenly reach into her clothing. The unexpected wave of tingling sensations and coolness made her involuntarily gasp. Frederick, pleased to see Claire so affected, looked at her with smug satisfaction in his deep-set eyes. As he tightened his grip, Claire found it increasingly difficult to…
It was important to note that Claire had only been with Frederick once before. Throughout her life, she had been treated like a precious gem by everyone in the Prescott family. Not only were no male suitors allowed to approach her, but even maintaining a distance of three meters was strictly enforced. Growing up, she attended school with Harrison, and each morning, as they left for school after breakfast, their parents would remind Harrison to keep a close watch over his sister.
Given that the Prescott family was the wealthiest in Kingstown, Harrison’s reputation as the heir to the Prescott family meant that no man dared to come near her without facing severe consequences. Harrison had promptly taken one such man to the schoolyard as an example of what would happen if anyone dared to pursue his sister.
As Claire reminisced about those days, a smile touched her lips. Harrison had truly been an overprotective brother back then. She had felt like the happiest girl in the world, cherished as the beloved daughter of the Prescott family. However, everything changed when the truth about her identity surfaced—she was not the genuine Prescott heiress. After spending four years in prison, Harrison’s current attitude toward her felt like being cast from heaven into hell. Once the best brother in the world, he now regarded her with disdain.
As these painful thoughts clouded her mind, Frederick continued his actions with increasing fervor. Noticing Claire’s distraction, he felt a surge of irritation and narrowed his eyes before using his other hand to explore further, gripping her breast firmly and kneading it with just the right amount of pressure.
“Stop! Frederick, you beast!” Claire exclaimed, unable to contain herself any longer.
She had never experienced such overwhelming sensations before; each touch sent jolts of pleasure mixed with pain radiating through her body. Lightheaded and unable to think clearly, her mind was consumed solely by the exquisite tingling she felt. With each passing moment, she felt herself succumbing entirely to the sensations until she could barely move.
“A beast? Well, if you insist on calling me that, I might live up to it,” Frederick smirked, his eyes raking over her. As he finished speaking, one hand cupped Claire’s breast; the other ventured downward, teasing through the delicate skin below.
“Ah!” The double surge of sensation made Claire arch her back instinctively, her body trembling uncontrollably with waves of intensity. Seeing the satisfaction of domination glinting in his eyes, Claire could no longer hold back and begged him to stop.
“Frederick, please… don’t!” She hadn’t forgotten the last time she’d seen that look in his eyes—how utterly he had unraveled her that night. Now, with every ounce of strength drained from her body, she felt as limp as water. The shame of his relentless teasing only made her pleas more desperate. To make matters worse, she could feel the slick heat pooling beneath her, her body betraying her in ways she couldn’t ignore.
A emptiness gnawed at her, a craving for something to fill her completely, to thrust deeply and relentlessly. The need consumed her, pushing her ever closer to the edge of losing control. If this continued, Claire wasn’t sure what reckless words might spill from her lips. She dreaded the thought of confronting this version of herself—the one who surrendered so completely under Frederick’s dominance.
“Begging now? Too late!” Frederick growled, a smirk tugging at his lips. Recalling her earlier distraction, he slid his hands beneath her, lifting her hips effortlessly. Spreading her legs, he pressed her firmly against his waist, leaving no room for escape.