Chapter 5 Marry for Nothing
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Cornelia tugged at the waistband of Blake's underwear, snapping his c**k back into place. Her mind couldn't help but wander, comparing him to her ex-fiancé, Johnny.
"What are you waiting for?" Blake's voice shattered the silence. He was irritated by her sudden distraction.
Cornelia swallowed hard and began to touch him gently, her hands wrapping around him with warmth. A small bead of moisture appeared at the tip, and Cornelia couldn't hide her satisfaction as she watched him become fully aroused.
In this state, little Blake made Cornelia feel both intrigued and overwhelmed.
'This is going to dislocate my jaw!' Cornelia acknowledged that it was the biggest and longest c**k she had ever encountered.
She gently cupped his balls with one hand while guiding his c**k closer with the other. Her lips inched forward, determined.
Cornelia teased the tip with soft, swirling motions of her tongue, trailing along the veins of his c**k. She could hear his sharp breaths from above, and that gave her a sense of triumph. When she tried to take his c**k in, it felt too much, only half fit before her throat resisted, her mouth completely full.
Cornelia coordinated her movements, moving up and down using both her hands and mouth. As time passed, the strain and discomfort began to grow. She started to reconsider.
'Why is this taking so long? I can't keep up much longer.'
Sensing Cornelia's hesitation, Blake pressed her head down, refusing to let her pull away. After a few more moments, he pushed harder, letting out a low grunt as everything was released into her mouth.
Cornelia quickly pulled away, gasping for air, the corners of her mouth dripping as the liquid fell onto the car seat.
She grabbed Blake's handkerchief, spitting out the remaining sperm before tossing it back at him with frustration.
Blake didn't catch it. He let the handkerchief fall to the floor as he casually zipped up his pants.
The chauffeur tapped lightly on the partition.
"Master, we've arrived at Ivy Manor." He drove into the grand estate, named after the ivy that grew across the buildings. The ivy wasn't wild. It had been carefully cultivated and arranged by the gardeners.
Once the car stopped, the chauffeur got out to open the door.
Blake stepped out and headed straight for the mansion. Still wrapped in his coat, Cornelia tried to follow, but the chauffeur stopped her and handed her a bottle of water.
"Please, have some."
'Is he hinting that I should rinse my mouth?' Cornelia blushed instantly.
"Your room is ready," the butler, Samuel Robinson said as he opened the door for her. A fresh set of clothes had already been laid out on the bed.
Relieved, Cornelia grabbed the clothes and headed to the bathroom.
Blake's personal doctor had just examined her injuries. It was a miracle none of her internal organs were damaged, though her fractured bones would require some time to heal.
Her whole body ached. In front of the bathroom mirror, she inspected her wounds. The bruises weren't too bad, but the gash on her forehead was so deep that the skin was peeling away.
"Please, no scars," she muttered.
After her shower, Cornelia stepped out to find Blake sitting on the bed, waiting for her.
"What, you're not done yet? Looking for round two?" Cornelia loosened her bathrobe, her ample breasts barely covered.
Blake smiled silently and then reached into the drawer and pulled out a stack of papers, handing them to her.
"Sign this, and you'll be Mrs. Perry."
Cornelia grabbed the papers, but the moment she glanced at the first page, she angrily threw them back onto the bed.
It was a marriage contract stating she had to play the role of Terra Trebiani, a real person, and stay married to Blake for a year.
"Who is Terra? And why do I have to pretend to be her?"
"Does it matter? You're an actress, and I'm paying you to play a role. Just do your job." Blake calmly picked the papers back up.
"You must be insane!" The truth behind the proposal hit her hard. 'So that is the catch.' Cornelia had assumed Blake's proposal had been driven by a desire for her.
Blake wasn't used to being defied. He turned Cornelia around, holding her from behind and forcing her to keep reading.
"Take a good look. Do you see how much you'll get? I bet with your status, even your acting fees plus dividends won't reach a tenth of this."
"Eighty million dollars..." Cornelia counted the zeros. 'It is an astronomical sum.'
'Just one year pretending to be someone else, and I'd be 80 million richer! If this had happened before my near-drowning, I would've dumped Johnny in a heartbeat and married into wealth!'
But since the accident, Cornelia had become hungry for more, revenge, power, and control!
"I'll accept." She turned to him and said, "But only if you agree to one condition help me with my revenge."
"Don't get too greedy, kitten," Blake whispered softly near her ear.
"Terra... She must look a lot like me, doesn't she?" Cornelia pieced it together, recalling what Blake had said by the sea. She guessed why she had to be the bride.
"Just a little." Blake's grip loosened as he returned to the bed, clearly uneasy with her hitting the mark.
"And where is she now? Dead, maybe?"
"Watch your mouth." Blake's chilling stare dominated the room, sharp as a blade.
"So she's your weak spot. All the more reason for you to consider my condition." Cornelia knew she was gambling, betting on how much Terra meant to Blake.
"Enough!" Blake grabbed Cornelia's chin, nearly losing control.
"The deal's off." The atmosphere in the room dropped as Blake stormed out with the contract.
The next morning, Cornelia woke up and stretched leisurely.
Everything from yesterday still felt surreal, playing dead, being kidnapped, almost getting burned alive... and then the humiliating favor she'd done for Blake.
She licked her lips absentmindedly. They felt dry. She got dressed and went to find water.
Her room was on the second floor, where all the guest rooms were. She'd have to go downstairs to the kitchen to get a drink.
"Ms. Banks, Mr. Perry asked me to inform you that you must leave by noon," Samuel said as she descended the stairs, delivering the message that Blake had no interest in continuing their dealings.
"What? He brought me here, and now he's kicking me out just because I asked a few questions?" Cornelia wasn't having it. Still in her slippers, she ran outside and yelled up at the higher floors.
"It's only a year! Bring me that contract. I'll sign it!"
"Ms. Banks, please lower your voice. Mr. Perry is at a video conference!" Samuel urged her, clearly concerned.
"Thanks for the heads up."
Now that she knew Blake was in a meeting, Cornelia screamed even louder.
Blake furiously ended his call, opened the window, and glared down at her. "Have you had enough?"
"Marry me! Give me that 80 million!"
"Why should I?"
"Because I'll play Terra perfectly! Let me prove it to you!"
Blake seemed satisfied with the outcome.
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