Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 38: Empty Stairwell

The empty and deserted stairwell offered endless room for imagination.

Claire Shaw thought of the scene in the elevator where the two of them were tightly embraced, and suddenly felt a bit flustered and confused.

Ethan Blackwood had just finished smoking and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Twisted your ankle?"

His deep eyes, on a face imbued with chilling charm, carried a hint of concern.

His sharp gaze landed on her fair little foot, causing Claire’s toes to curl slightly as if shyly retreating.

Where had her mind just gone!

"No, just that the stairs are hard to walk down." She spoke the truth, bending down to pick up her discarded high heels.

A hand, however, grasped them first, leaving Claire perplexed as she looked up at Ethan Blackwood, "Mr. Blackwood?"

Ethan Blackwood looked down at her, the tear drops on his long eyelashes had already dried, but a hint of red still lingered at the corners of his eyes, making her all the more endearing as she curled up in the corner. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

His large hand hooked her high heels, then with a bend of his knees, he squatted before Claire with an irresistible command: "Get up."

Claire was stunned for a moment, quickly refusing, "No need, I can walk down myself."

"Do you want me to carry you, or get up yourself?" He intensified his tone.

When he was forceful, his entire being was cloaked in a chill, causing the already cold stairwell’s temperature to drop suddenly.

"Mr. Blackwood, you haven’t told me about last night... Ah!"

Before the answer could leave her lips, before she could steady herself, Ethan Blackwood gathered her into his arms.

It wasn’t a princess carry, but rather the posture of a laborer hoisting a sandbag at the dock, reminiscent of a bandit carrying a woman back to the lair.

Claire’s abdomen hung over his shoulder, her legs tightly closed, her calves slightly lifted.

This posture perfectly accentuated Claire’s curves but made her feel nauseated and repulsive.

This man seemed to have sprung from a rock, with no part of his body that wasn’t hard.

Punching him several times didn’t move him an inch, instead, her hands hurt.

Her soft stomach pressed against his rock-hard shoulder, causing Claire to silently wince in pain.

Her high ponytail naturally fell, sweeping back and forth across his trousers.

This position was maintained for a while, making Claire feel dizzy, her head pounding as if it would explode.

He was forceful and crude, almost like a thug, who treats a woman like this?

Claire couldn’t help but kick his chest with her feet.

She resembled a small crayfish struggling with all its might, "Let go of me!"

"Don’t make a fuss!"

Her soft butt was slapped by the man, due to its generous elasticity, Ethan Blackwood applied a bit of force, making her butt shake visibly when his palm landed.

Claire was stupefied, stunned, she had never been spanked before!

This was so embarrassing!

In an instant, a blush quickly covered her cheeks, silencing her completely.

Ethan Blackwood found peace at last, and even though carrying someone, his steps were swift, quickly reaching the underground parking.

With the car door opened, Claire’s body was placed onto the seat.

The moment she was released, Claire lunged forward, grabbing Ethan Blackwood’s shirt and pounding his chest with her little fists.

"Ethan Blackwood, you bastard! You actually..."

He actually spanked her, the scenario was too atrocious.

Her strength was like tickling Ethan, and he followed her force, pressing down, his upper body leaning against the car door handle, enveloping Claire entirely under his shadow.

He drew them even closer, his unique cold fragrance hitting her face, his Adam’s apple rolling, "Then hit me back?"

Claire’s face was already red, her hands clutching his shirt, her bare feet still pushing against the man’s bent thigh.

The ambiance heated instantly, the man’s fiery body temperature transmitted through the thin trousers, wave after wave to her feet.

Claire felt as if she was stepping on a charcoal fire, both hot and hard...