Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 106: A Mother’s Despair (1)

Charlotte moved up and down on him, finding a steady pace, not too fast, not too slow, just enough to make them both feel every bit of it.

Damon held her hands tightly, letting her use him as her anchor as she rode him. Her walls clung to him tighter with every movement, and her sweet juices flowed freely between them, making everything hotter and messier.

Her lips parted as soft, helpless moans escaped, growing louder as time passed. Her round breasts bounced with each movement, and her long hair spilled around her face and shoulders, making her look so breathtaking that Damon felt like he wouldn’t last much longer.

"Charlotte," he growled, his voice sounding rough. Without warning, he pulled her down to him, making her lie against his chest while keeping her hips lifted.

"Ah! Damon!" she gasped, biting his shoulder as he grabbed her waist, guiding her to move faster.

In that moment, Charlotte felt him reaching places so deep inside her, it made her head spin. Her thoughts melted away, leaving only pleasure behind as she moaned louder, unable to hold back.

Damon’s hips snapped up, moving roughly and desperately as he chased his release. His growls filled her ears, and soon enough, he reached his release, filling the condom as Charlotte fell apart above him, trembling as her own climax took over.

Her legs shook uncontrollably, and her walls throbbed wildly, hugging him tight. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Unlike usual, she couldn’t feel Damon filling her womb because of the protection. Strangely, for some reason, a small part of her felt disappointed, but she didn’t dare say it out loud. She wasn’t ready for a baby, at least not yet, not without preparing for everything properly.

Charlotte collapsed onto Damon’s body, exhausted but satisfied. Damon wrapped his arms around her without hesitation, caressing her back and peppering soft kisses on her shoulders.

"I love you," he whispered between kisses, holding her close like he never wanted to let go.

Charlotte gently stroked Damon’s cheek and placed a soft kiss on his chin. "I love you too," she whispered.

"You feel so good," Damon murmured. He stared at the ceiling, his hands slowly tracing patterns on her back. His manhood was still inside her, but neither of them was in a hurry to move.

It might have seemed strange to others, but for them, staying like this felt comforting. It made them feel safe, reminding them that no matter how messy life got, they would always have each other.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," Charlotte whispered, hugging him tighter and burying her face against his neck. "No... actually, it doesn’t matter where we are. I just want everything with Julian to be over."

"It will be," Damon said softly, kissing her forehead. "I promise."

Even though Damon’s words were gentle and sure, Charlotte still couldn’t fully push away the worry. Her ex-husband had been causing nothing but trouble lately, and all she wanted was for it to end, once and for all.

"I’m sleepy," Charlotte mumbled. Slowly, she let Damon pull out. She caught a glimpse of the condom, now filled, and a strange mix of relief and disappointment crossed her mind. Without protection, she knew she might have gotten pregnant again, but she wasn’t ready for that, not yet.

Damon carefully laid her down beside him and let her rest her head on his arm. "Go ahead and sleep for a while. When the weather gets better, I’ll wake you."

Charlotte let out a small hum, eyes already heavy. Damon gently tucked her hair behind her ear, and the soft sound of raindrops tapping against the window made everything feel calm.

Without thinking, she snuggled closer, pressing herself to Damon’s warmth, feeling safe and loved.

• •

They returned to Northbridge after the weather got better. The roads were still wet, but the storm had passed. However, the peace didn’t last long.

As soon as they stepped into the house, they were greeted by chaos.

Priscilla was screaming and throwing things all over the living room. Her eyes were wild with panic and confusion, like she didn’t even know who the people around her were. She kicked over a chair, shoved anyone who tried to get close, and kept shouting things that didn’t make sense.

"LET ME GO!" Priscilla screamed, lifting a chair and hurling it at Louis, who was trying to tie her up. "I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE!"

"Priscilla, calm down!" Louis shouted as he quickly dodged the chair. Diana stood nearby, holding a tranquilizer gun, trying to aim it at her sister.

But it was hard to get a clear shot because Priscilla kept moving, running from corner to corner like a scared animal.

"What happened here?" Charlotte asked softly.

"Damon! Damon!" Mona rushed to her son, her cheeks slightly red as if she had just been slapped or hit by something. "Priscilla’s out of control!"

Damon gently cupped his mother’s cheek. "Did you get hurt? Stay back, Mom. Let Louis handle it."

"I can’t even handle her!" Louis called out from across the room, clearly struggling.

"We asked Theodore and the others to help earlier," Mona explained, breathless. "But Priscilla just got worse and more violent. That’s why I told them to back off."

Charlotte winced when she saw Priscilla slap Louis hard as he stepped too close. "Where’s Carmen?" she asked softly, noticing the one person missing from the scene.

Mona sighed, rubbing her temples. "She’s resting. She’s been sick from all the stress. Ever since Priscilla started acting strange, Carmen hasn’t been able to eat or sleep properly. She’s been worrying herself sick."

Charlotte’s heart ached. She could only imagine how hard it must be for a mother to see her child like this.

Before anyone could say more, a door upstairs creaked open.

Carmen appeared at the top of the stairs, looking pale and weak, but still trying her best to move. She slowly made her way down the stairs, ignoring people’s worried looks.

"Carmen, you should be resting!" Mona called out.

"I can’t," Carmen said firmly, though her voice trembled. Her eyes were locked onto Priscilla, who was still screaming and throwing things.

As soon as Priscilla noticed her mother, she froze.

Priscilla stood still in her place, breathing heavily. She widened her eyes as she stared at Carmen, as if seeing her for the first time.

The chair in her hand slowly dropped to the floor. Her whole body trembled once tears rolled down her cheek. "Mom ...?" Priscilla’s voice cracked.