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With that permission, Charles didn’t waste any time. He scooped her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried her into the bathroom. The cool tiles and the soft hum of the shower filled the room as he switched on the water, the steam quickly enveloping them.

Charles pressed Reina against the cool tiles, their bodies a stark contrast to the rising heat around them. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned, his lips finding hers in a desperate kiss. His hands roamed her body, fingers digging into her soft flesh as she moaned into his mouth.

“Fuck, Charles,” she gasped, her nails raking down his back, urging him on. “Fuck me like the slut I am.”

He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at her. “Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice rough.

“I want you, Charles. Now,” she panted, her hips grinding against him, seeking friction. “Make me your slut.”

With a growl, he entered her in one swift motion, her cry of pleasure echoing off the bathroom walls. “God, you feel so good,” he groaned, setting a relentless pace.

“Yes, Charles! Fuck, yes!” Reina moaned, her voice rising with each thrust. She bit her lip hard, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she looked at him. “Fuck me harder! Oh, God, yes! I’m such a slut for you.”

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, mixing with the sound of the shower and the slap of their wet skin. “Fuck, Charles, don’t stop,” she begged, her body arching towards him. “I’m your dirty little slut.”

He held her tighter, his hands gripping her waist as he drove deeper. “Never,” he promised, his breath hot against her neck. “You feel amazing.”

Their rhythm quickened, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through them both. She was merely a pawn in his game, useful only as long as she served his purpose. Oh, fuck, yes,” Reina cried out, her head thrown back, the water cascading down her body, adding to the intensity. “I’m gonna come, Charles! Fuck, I’m gonna come!”

Charles watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her losing control. “Your pussy is mine,” he whispered fiercely, his movements becoming even more urgent.

“Yes, Charles, I’m… It’s all yours, Hold me tight, don’t fucking let go… Please. she responded breathlessly, her climax building rapidly. “Fuck, yes! Yes!”

With a final thrust, they both found their release, crying out each other’s names as the world seemed to dissolve around them. They stayed like that for a moment, panting and holding each other under the warm spray of the shower, the intensity of their connection undeniable.

As their breathing slowed, Charles gently set her down, their foreheads resting against each other. “I didn’t know a frog would be so good as this,” he said with a satisfied and wicked smile on his face.

Reina frowned and pushed him to the wall. “Such a jerk! “She said and walked out of the bathroom.

Charles chuckled, staring at her back as she left. . “You’re incredible, slut.”

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Evelyn’s P. O. V

I woke up to the scent of freshly made dishes wafting through the air. Opening my eyes, I saw Antonio beside me, a tray of breakfast on the bed. He smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling with love.

“Good morning, cara mia. The maids and I prepared this for you,” he said, leaning in for a kiss.

I smiled, feeling a flutter in my heart. “Good morning. This looks amazing.”

Antonio picked up a piece of fruit and fed it to me. I giggled and returned the favor, feeding him a bite of pancake. We ate together, enjoying the closeness and the momentary escape from my worries.

After breakfast, we talked for a while, savoring the rare leisurely morning. “You don’t have any exam lessons today, right?” Antonio asked.

I nodded. “Yeah, I have a free day.”

“Perfect. Let’s study together. I’ll help you prepare for your final paper,” he suggested.

We moved to the study area, and I began reading my notes while Antonio sat beside me. He quizzed me on the material, and I answered each question with confidence. His encouragement and the way he looked at me filled me with determination.

“You’re so smart, Evelyn. I’m proud of you,” Antonio praised, his voice full of admiration.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Blushing, I smiled. “Thank you, Antonio. Your support means everything to me.”

We continued studying, the room filled with the warmth of our companionship. Every correct answer brought more praise from Antonio, and each compliment boosted my spirits. Despite the looming threat from Charles and Reina, moments like these gave me strength. Antonio’s love and faith in me were my anchor, and I was determined not to let anything tear us apart.

The deadline for Evelyn had reached, and Charles and Reina were holed up in their dimly lit apartment, discussing their next move. Evelyn had meticulously compiled a damning list of Antonio’s illegal dealings, and it was now in their hands. Reina’s phone was missing, but even if she had it, Antonio wasn’t the social media type, making it futile to reach out to him online. They needed a plan.

“We’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way,” Charles said, his voice heavy with resolve. “You need to confront him in person.”

Reina’s eyes lit up with a mix of excitement and apprehension. “That might actually work in my favor. If I go see him, it might get me back on his good side. I can’t wait to see him furious at Evelyn.”

Charles handed her some money. “Get some clothes and shoes and a small phone that will knock his socks off,” he instructed, a hint of a smirk on his face.

Reina nodded eagerly, her mind racing with possibilities. She went shopping and returned with two striking outfits designed to captivate Antonio’s attention. Laying them out, she turned to Charles with a mischievous grin. “Uhmm, today is gonna be a good day… Charles, which outfit should I wear? I really need to look hot for Antonio,” she giggled, holding up the revealing clothes.

Charles glanced up from his phone, barely hiding his irritation. “Do I look like your boyfriend?” he asked sarcastically, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe. “Besides, you have a sexy body but a frog face. I wonder if Antonio would even look at you.”

Reina’s smile wavered, but she quickly regained her composure. “You’re so mean… But once Antonio hates Evelyn, he’ll need me. I know he’ll pay for my surgery after I give him a hot night… We used to fuck a lot together before Evelyn stole him. Soon, I won’t look like a frog anymore,” she retorted, determination lacing her voice.

With her outfit finalized, Reina prepared to leave. Charles reiterated the plan, ensuring she knew exactly what to do. They both left the house, each heading in different directions but united in their malicious intent. They couldn’t wait to see their plans come to fruition.

Reina arrived at Antonio’s mansion, her heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and excitement. She approached the imposing gate, where a stern-looking guard eyed her suspiciously.

“State your business,” he demanded.

“I’m here to see Antonio,” Reina replied, trying to sound confident.

The guard checked his list and, finding her name, reluctantly allowed her to enter. As she walked up the long driveway, the sprawling mansion loomed larger with each step. She reached the main door, but before she could knock, two of Antonio’s men blocked her path.

“What do you want?” one of them barked, his eyes cold and unwelcoming.

Reina hesitated, her mind racing back to the last time she was here. Antonio had warned her to stay away from him and Evelyn after that night he punished her, leaving a scar that she still carried both physically and emotionally.

“I’m here to see Antonio,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “I have something important to show him.”

The men exchanged glances, their expressions hardening. “Antonio doesn’t want to see you. He made that very clear.”

“Please,” Reina pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice. “This is about Evelyn. It’s urgent.”

One of the men raised an eyebrow. “Evelyn? What about her?”

Reina took a deep breath, steeling herself. “I have proof that she’s been documenting all of Antonio’s illegal activities. She’s planning to use it against him. I need to show him.”

The men hesitated, then one of them turned and disappeared inside. Moments later, he returned, nodding slightly. “Alright, you can come in. But don’t try anything funny.”

Reina followed them into the mansion, her heart pounding. She was led through a series of lavishly decorated rooms until they reached Antonio’s study. The door opened, and there he was, seated behind a massive mahogany desk, his expression a mix of surprise and irritation.

“Reina,” Antonio said coolly. “I thought I made it clear that I never wanted to see you again.”