Forbidden Captivity: Too Late to Escape

Chapter 316

Chapter 316

Aiden was on a roll, dropping off the person at the hotel in no time. Clara had managed to snag Dylan's suite,

thanks to sspecial privileges Aiden had arranged. She'd set Sarah up in the bedroom, telling her to wait

there.

Sarah felt a bit on edge, worried that the guy showing up might be one of those sleazy types. Money was tight

for her, and if not for her financial mess, she'd never have taken a job at the karaoke bar. The cold reality was, if

Clara hadn't whisked her away tonight, she'd be selling herself to someone else soon. Clara's generosity was a

lucky break.

Taking a deep breath, resolve glinted in her eyes. If the guy turned out to be halfway decent, she was ready to

make her move.

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In the living room, Clara had dimmed the lights, leaving just a cozy glow. She'd spritzed scitrus perfume

around, the sscent Scarlette said Miss Dawson from the Dawson family had adored.

The sound of a wheelchair outside the door made Clara perk up. Dylan, sitting in it, gave a gentle knock. The

door was slightly open, enough for him to nudge it wider.

As he wheeled inside, the fragrance hit him. The room was dim, showing only a shadowy figure as she

approached to close the door and positioned herself behind him to steer the wheelchair.

Dylan's throat bobbed a few times, his grip on the armrests tightening, veins popping a bit on his hands.

"ou..."

With the low light and the scent in the air, it was hard not to let your mind wander.

Clara leaned in from behind, her voice soft. "Mr. Dylan, everything's set."

Dylan's fingers twitched, gripping tight. "Set?"

Clara laughed softly, her breath teasing his ear. "Yeah, you're gonna love it."

Dylan's lashes fluttered, his hands repeatedly clenching and releasing.

Clara rolled him into the bedroom, a space even darker, nearly pitch-black.

She covered Dylan's eyes with her hands, whispering, "I've got a special surprise for you."

She'd dimmed the lights on purpose, wanting to stir his deepest thoughts. When he finally saw the girl, she

hoped he'd be completely taken.

Finishing her words, Dylan raised his hand, cool fingers brushing over hers.

His eyes were shielded by her hands, the chill from his palm making her stiffen slightly.

That large hand, initially cold, warmed up, the heat spreading through her skin. Feeling a bit uneasy, she braced

herself, sticking to the plan.

"Mr. Dylan, when | uncover your eyes and turn on the lights, will you be ready?"

"Yeah."

Though he often kept it short, this time, there was a clear note of excitement in his voice.

Clara, noticing his growing anticipation, felt a wave of pride. Looked like the surprise was hitting the right spot.