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The warmth, the softness, the closeness of her body–Frederick froze. His entire frame stiffened as blood surged violently through him, quickening his pulse and heating his skin.
“Why should I stop just because you told me to?” Claire’s voice was low, almost playful, but there was a sharp edge beneath the
sweetness.
Far from stopping, she intensified her actions, her kisses trailing downward with deliberate slowness.
All those risqué scenes she’d read about? She’d learned a thing or two. Torturing someone? Oh, that wasn’t a skill exclusive to Frederick.
After all, he had tormented her endlessly before. Now that she had him where she wanted, why not make him squirm for once?
Lick. Bite. Nip. Kiss. Claire unleashed every trick she’d ever heard of, exploring, teasing, and tormenting him with purpose.
She moved lower, inch by inch, until she reached that place. Without hesitation, her hands went to the waistband of his trousers, pulling them down with the same audacity she’d displayed all night.
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“Claire, if you go any further, I swear I’ll…” Frederick’s voice was low and ragged, betraying how tightly wound he’d become.
His body had stopped obeying him, every nerve alight, every ounce of control slipping away.
Hard. Tense.
Claire didn’t respond.
Instead, her lips curled into a devilish smile as she leaned in, closing the distance with deliberate intent.
“Oh, you’re still threatening me?” she murmured against his skin, her tone laced with mockery.
“How very you.”
Her fingers curled around him, confident and unapologetic. She gave an experimental squeeze, her thumb brushing lightly.
“Does that hurt?” she asked, her voice dripping with faux
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She leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear. “Does it feel… unbearable? Hmm, Frederick? Is this what you wanted?”
Frederick’s composure cracked, his self–control all but obliterated by her relentless teasing. He growled, low and dangerous, “Claire, you brought this on yourself. Don’t blame me for what happens next.”
Her touch, her voice, the teasing, suggestive movements–it was too much. With a swift motion, Frederick grabbed her and flipped the dynamic, pinning her beneath him with a dominance he rarely allowed to slip.
But Claire didn’t flinch. If anything, she laughed. “Frederick, don’t you dare.” Her voice turned sharp, her smirk unfazed. “We’re outside. In public. On a road.” She tipped her head toward the nearby intersection. “Do you see that? Right over there–a traffic officer. Watching. Waiting.” Frederick glanced in the direction she indicated, his sharp eyes catching sight of a officer standing at a traffic post.
“Oh, go ahead,” Claire taunted, her voice dropping into a sultry purr. “Try something. I dare you. But remember, darling, the minute you do, I’ll scream. I’ll call for help and tell everyone here you tried to assault me.” She tilted her head coyly, her expression infuriatingly smug. “What do you think happens to General Hawthorne, the decorated officer in charge of Kingstown Security Department, when he’s accused of that?” Frederick’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t stop.
but maybe you’ll say it was me. That I was the one coming on to you.” She leaned closer, whispering in his ear, “But do you think anyone will believe you? Hmm?” Her smile widened as she let the silence answer for him.
“In cases like this, the woman always has the upper hand. Surely a man in your position knows that better than anyone.”
Her gaze darted to the officer again, her lips quirking as she enjoyed the momentary power shift.
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A traffic cop might not be much–but tonight, it was enough.
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“You!” Frederick’s voice was a low growl, his gaze sharp and dangerous. “Claire, you’re incredible. I almost admire your audacity, standing in the way of an oncoming train. Just remember this moment when you’re back at Halfmoon Manor, begging me for mercy.”
He leaned in, his breath brushing her ear as he delivered the warning, each word deliberately cold.
Claire, undeterred, let out a defiant laugh. “Beg for mercy? Do you mean that if I behave myself now, I won’t need to later?” Her voice was dripping with mockery. “Frederick, think about everything that’s happened since I got out of prison. When have you ever let me off the hook? Do you really think I’ll let your threats scare me?”
She tilted her head, her tone growing even bolder. “And don’t forget, I’m your fiancée now. If you lay a finger on me, the mediat will rip you to shreds. The great General Hawthorne, undone by a scandal? The headlines will practically write themselves.”
Claire was drunk, far braver and more reckless than usual. She didn’t just reject his warning–she mocked it. As if to hammer the point home, she reached out and pinched Frederick’s cheek with deliberate force.
“I think, General, you should just sit back and take it tonight. Be a good boy for once. Don’t you agree?”
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His jaw tightened, his eyes flicking toward the traffic officer still stationed at the nearby intersection.
He silently willed the man to clock out already.
Claire, however, was thoroughly enjoying herself. The sight of Frederick’s face–flushed with anger and humiliation, his composure cracking–filled her with a smug satisfaction unlike anything she’d ever felt.
“What’s wrong, General?” she teased, her voice light and mocking. “Why the sour face? Are you upset? That doesn’t make sense! A man of your stature, a man who holds all the power- when has anyone ever dared to turn the tables on you?”
She laughed, tilting her head playfully as she continued her taunts. “Come on, admit it. You must be enjoying this at least a little. Isn’t this what men dream of? Being pampered, having a woman at their service?”
Claire shifted closer, her smirk widening. “Look at me. I’m right here, on top of you. You’re not… enjoying yourself? Really?” Her teasing grew more exaggerated, her boldness unrelenting.
“Oh, wait,” she added with mock realization, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I forgot. You must be in some serious discomfort right now. Poor thing.”
Before he could react, she reached down, flicking her finger against the source of his frustration with feigned innocence.
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Chapter 212 The Elasticity Is Really Good “Wow,” she said with a wicked grin, tilting her head as if impressed. “The tension… incredible. The elasticity? Perfect!”
