Chapter 116: Make Her Submit

Claire was left speechless. She truly couldn’t comprehend why Frederick was so furious; his reaction seemed utterly ridiculous to her. Honestly, she felt a strong urge to punch him, to tell him that Antony had touched her everywhere. What was he so proud of? Did he think that just because he was a general, he owned her and that no one else could touch what was his?

It was laughable. She was merely a tool he had summoned to shield Caroline from harm. Their relationship was strictly professional; why should it matter to him where Antony had touched her? Just because she had given Frederick her first time, did he believe he had some claim over all her future experiences? Ridiculous!

Claire wished she could scream at Frederick, but she knew that if she did, he might actually shoot Antony in a fit of rage.

“Tell me!” Frederick shouted again, his eyes locked on Claire, filled with emotions she couldn’t decipher.

She wanted to see just how far she could push him. His face was turning red, his brows furrowed deeply, and his chest heaved with each breath. Would he explode from anger? The thought made Claire want to laugh out loud. She had never seen anyone die from anger before. If that were to happen, she wouldn’t have to worry about anything anymore; she could finally leave Frederick behind and live the life she truly wanted.

“Claire, I’m giving you one last chance,” Frederick said, his voice dropping to a chilling tone filled with menace.

Only then did Claire finally speak. “Antony just covered me with a blanket; nothing else happened.”

“Is that so?” Frederick narrowed his eyes and gripped her chin, clearly skeptical of her words. If nothing had happened, why was she being so evasive?

“What else could I do? I’m seriously injured; moving is a struggle for me,” Claire retorted.

“Do you really need to move for something like this?” Frederick’s hand slid from her chin to her mouth, almost as if punishing her for lying by biting down on her jaw.

“Hmm!” Claire gasped in surprise at the sudden bite. His warm breath trailed down her neck, threatening yet tantalizing, sending shivers through her body.

“Tell me, can you do that?” Frederick’s satisfaction grew at her reaction as he continued his teasing assault. His hands slipped under her clothing, avoiding the area where she was hurt, and found their way to her soft curves. His voice was devoid of emotion, cold and commanding, as if he were a god playing with his creation, demanding that she admit she could respond to him.

Despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body, Claire fought against the urge to give in. She clenched her teeth tightly, determined not to make a sound. Frederick noticed her resolve and became even more determined to break her spirit. As he began tearing at her clothes more aggressively, the sudden sound of two nurses outside interrupted them.

“Is it time to change the medication for Room 35?” one asked.

“Yes, it is,” replied the other.

Hearing “Room 35” sent a jolt of panic through Claire. “Frederick! You need to let me go!” If the nurses walked in now, they would catch Frederick in the act.

“Aren’t you the one who insisted on holding your ground?”