[WARNING🔞+]
Yuhan's POV
I couldn't think straight—this man was going to be the death of me. My body twisted against his hold, breath ragged."G-goddammit, Zhang! Nngh~"
And then… he stopped.
The sudden loss of pressure made my chest heave. For a fleeting second, I thought it was over. My lashes fluttered open, relief threatening to wash over me—
Until I caught that look.
That smirk.
Zhang's face hovered dangerously close, his dark eyes glinting with something unreadable. I froze as the tip of his nose grazed the side of my neck, tracing along my skin as though he owned it.
"Z-Zhang…," I whispered, but my voice broke before I could finish.
He didn't answer.
Instead, I felt it—soft, deliberate. His lips brushed against the slope of my collarbone, leaving sparks in their wake. His breath was hot, uneven, fanning across my skin like fire licking at dry wood.
My back arched without my permission, my throat tightening. "H-hah—don't…"
But my words melted the second his mouth lingered there, pressing down just enough to blur the line between a kiss and a claim.
"G-goddammit Zhang! Nnngh~," I hissed, writhing beneath him.
For a moment he paused, lips hovering just over my collarbone.
But then… his lips drifted lower.
Each press burned, trailing down the center of my chest, slow and deliberate, until I knew exactly where he was heading.
My stomach twisted violently, heat shooting through me. "N-no… d-don't you—hnngh!" My words choked off as his hot breath fanned against my bare skin.
And then—
His mouth closed over my bud.
"Aaahk! Z-Zhang!!" My back arched up violently, my wrists straining in his grip.
He didn't let go. His tongue circled lazily, savoring every twitch, every ragged sound I couldn't swallow back. He nipped—lightly, just enough to make me yelp.
"Sensitive," he muttered against me, lips curling into a smirk before he sucked harder.
"Hhhng~! F-fuck! S-stop—ahhh!" I could feel myself trembling, my vision blurring at the edges.
His free hand pressed firmly against my stomach, keeping me pinned, while his mouth worked mercilessly at my chest.
This bastard… he was going to drive me insane.
"Z-Zhang!!" My voice cracked again as he sucked hard, sending sparks shooting through my whole body.
He finally let go with a wet pop—only to drag his tongue across my chest, his lips gliding to the other side. My stomach clenched so tight I thought I'd snap in half.
"D-don't—hnnghh! N-not there!!"
Too late. His mouth closed over my other bud, sucking harder this time, like he was determined to eat me alive.
"F-fu—haaahhhk!!" My body jerked uncontrollably, my legs tightening around his waist without my permission. My wrists twisted in his grip, but the bastard was strong—unyielding.
He groaned low in his throat, vibrations buzzing right through my chest, making me cry out. "Nnnghhahh~! S-stop—Zhang, you f-freak!"
But his tongue only flicked faster, teasing mercilessly, dragging me further into a haze I couldn't escape. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin and I nearly saw stars.
"Haaah~ oh g-god… I—I can't—hnnngghh!"
He pulled back just enough to look at me, lips glistening, his usual smirk now darker, hungrier. "Can't what, baby?"
My breath hitched. Shit—his voice alone made my stomach coil.
"I… I c-can't… haahhh… take this!" I panted, eyes wide, chest heaving.
Zhang only chuckled low, leaning back down, lips brushing against my swollen bud again. "Oh, but you are."
And then he bit down—gently, but enough to make me scream.
"AHHHhnnnnghh~!!"
He finally pulled back, lifting himself up so our eyes locked. His gaze was heavy, dark, almost drunk on the sight of me. That damned grin crept back onto his lips as his eyes drifted lower—straight to my chest.
"To think…" he drawled, his voice low and teasing, "your left bud's already swollen… red as hell."
His smirk deepened, savoring the view like it was something he owned. "I did that to you."
My breath hitched, my face burning hotter. I wanted to snap back at him, curse him out—but the way he was staring, so damn satisfied with what he'd done to me, stole the words straight from my throat.
Then his free hand slid away from my stomach. For a second, I thought he was letting me go—until I saw him reach down.
My eyes widened.
He tugged at his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the silence, and with a swift pull, it slid free.
"W-wait—hey! Wh-what are you—"
Before I could finish, he caught both my wrists again, dragging them up above my head. With practiced ease, he looped the belt around them, binding me tight.
I bit down on my lip, frustration and heat crashing together. I should've been shouting, fighting, pushing him off. But the words caught in my throat. My body didn't move. I didn't even fight back.
"You thought we were done?" he grinned down at me, voice dripping with amusement. "That was just a warm-up…," he snickered low, "besides, I'm pretty sure you need to get your head off this case for a while, don't you?"
He leaned in, closing the space between us until our lips were just inches apart. His breath brushed against my skin as he continued, "I called my boss. Told him to give us a few more weeks—said we're close."
My chest tightened. I froze, staring at him. Why… why would he do that? We weren't even that close. Yet still, he…
My eyes softened, betraying me as I searched his face, trying to read the truth. "W-why would you… r-really?" My voice cracked with hope I didn't want him to hear.
Zhang's grin only deepened, maddeningly smug. "Tsk—why? Don't you believe me?" His tone was cool, teasing, nonchalant.
"No." I shot back, forcing my expression into something cold, even as my heart betrayed me.
"Fine. Leave it there then." He tilted his head, smirk curling wider. "Let's just continue where we stopped."
And then—
Zip.
The sound of his pants unzipping filled the silence.
"Ah, god…" I muttered under my breath, heat rushing to my face.
The rasp of his zipper still echoed in my ears, my pulse hammering so hard it hurt.
"Z-zhang—don't even think about it!" I snapped, though my voice wavered, betraying the nerves boiling under my skin.
He tilted his head, that maddening smirk never leaving his face. "Don't think? Baby, I've been thinking about this for days."
My wrists twisted against the belt binding them, leather digging into my skin. "H-hey! I'm serious—!"
Zhang ignored the protest. His hand slid down, slow and deliberate, gripping the waistband of my pants. I sucked in a sharp breath, heat flooding me where his fingers brushed.
"Relax," he drawled, tugging at the fabric just enough for me to feel the threat of it slipping. "It's only fair… You've been driving me insane, Yuhan."
I bit my lip so hard I nearly drew blood, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a whimper. But when he hooked his fingers under the hem and tugged lower, past my hips, a choked sound escaped me.
"F-fuck! Z-zhang! Stop—!" My voice cracked as the cool air hit my skin.
"Stop?" he repeated, his grin deepening as his eyes flicked down hungrily. "Say that again, and I might pretend to listen."
With one strong pull, my pants slid halfway down, pooling dangerously low.
"Goddammit—!" I hissed, my whole body stiffening.
Zhang only leaned closer, lips brushing my ear, whispering in that low husky tone that always burned through me:
"Cute when you're helpless."
His face hovered near my waist, breath warm against my skin. I felt the sharp line of his nose trace downward, stopping just at the edge of my waistband. His fingers gripped the fabric—taunting, deliberate—as if daring gravity to do the rest.
God… this man… how does he—
Then came a sudden, cool sensation—a wet touch against my skin. I gasped, the sound escaping me before I could hold it back. A tremble followed, unbidden and raw.
Zhang's lips lingered at the edge of my underwear, brushing so close I could feel every breath searing through the thin fabric. His nose nudged against me deliberately, dragging up and down until I was trembling.
"Z-Zhang… ngh—stop…," I muttered, but it came out weaker than I wanted, my voice breaking between gasps.
He only chuckled, that low rumble vibrating against my skin. "You're saying stop, but your body's begging me to keep going."
Before I could argue, his fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear and pants together, tugging them down inch by inch. The cold air hit me first, making me flinch, then his hungry gaze followed, dark and heavy as he freed me completely.
My thighs tried to snap shut out of instinct, but his hands were already there, prying me open with effortless strength. "Tch—don't hide from me now," he teased, lips brushing dangerously close again.
"Ahh—haaah~!" I gasped, back arching as his breath fanned directly over my most sensitive spot, every nerve screaming for release.
He tossed my pants carelessly to the floor, the sound of fabric hitting the ground making me flinch. His black blazer followed right after, landing in the same heap.
Then, with a deliberate slowness, his fingers tugged at his tie, loosening it from around his neck before discarding it beside my pants.
I instinctively tried to cover myself, but the belt binding my wrists to the headboard stopped me. The leather bit into my skin as I pulled, reminding me how helpless I was beneath him.
His eyes never left me as he began unbuttoning his crisp white shirt, starting at the collar. Each click of the buttons echoed in the silence, drawing out my anticipation until finally—he slid it off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
My ragged breaths filled the space as I forced my eyes open, desperate yet nervous to see what lay underneath.
And god—what I saw stole the air from my lungs.
The man towering over me was massive, his chest broad, muscles rippling with every breath. Sweat traced the ridges of his abs, gleaming under the dim light. "Haa~ y-you're s-so… b-big," I whispered, voice trembling.
But it wasn't just his size. Across his chest, his arms, even his ribs—scars etched his skin, rough reminders of a life lived in blood and violence. A bodyguard for the mafia… every mark told a story, every scar proof of battles survived.
Yet here he was, looking at me as though I was the only thing worth devouring.
Then he placed both hands firmly on my knees. I instinctively tried to keep them closed, a final barrier between us. But he held my gaze—steady, unrelenting—and with a surge of determination, he spread them apart, anchoring me in place.
"Tsk… you're trembling," he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Of course I am! You're doing all this to me," I shot back, breathless, caught between defiance and surrender.
The air between us pulsed with tension—unspoken, electric. Every inch of space felt charged, every glance a dare.
Zhang's grip on my knees tightened, the weight of his hands keeping me completely exposed under him. My body betrayed me, trembling, my chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.
He dipped his head low, his sharp nose grazing the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to where I ached the most. My back arched instantly, and I tugged against the belt binding my wrists.
"Z-Zhang… don't—!" The protest was shaky, weak, and even I knew it sounded more like a plea than defiance.
"Don't?" he echoed, his lips brushing against my skin, "Funny… your body says otherwise." His voice was husky, laced with amusement.
Then—PRESS. His hand slid further up, cupping me through the thin fabric of my underwear.
"Hhhaah~!" My head flew back, my voice cracking with a sound I didn't recognize. "S-stop… f-fuck…!"
Zhang grinned against my thigh, his teeth grazing my skin as his palm pressed harder. "You're so damn sensitive, Yuhan," he murmured, "and this—" he gave a slow, deliberate squeeze, "—is mine to play with tonight."
I squeezed my eyes shut, my body trembling, every nerve on fire. "N-no… ahh…!" But the belt cut deep into my wrists, and I had nowhere to run.
He held his head back up and stared at me for a second, his hands moving up to my underwear and holding onto them, not a brief second later he forced it down and threw them onto the floor with my other cloths.
In my reflex action, I quickly tried squeezing my thighs together but he caught them midway, forcing them open again, "AaaAgh~,"
My breath hitched as Zhang leaned closer, his shadow swallowing me whole. His hands still pinned my thighs wide open, leaving me helpless under his gaze.
He dragged his eyes down my body, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring the sight of me trembling beneath him. "Hnnh… look at you," he murmured, his voice deep, almost reverent but dripping with mischief. "All flushed, twitching… and you're still trying to act tough?"
I squeezed my fists against the sheets, twisting my wrists against the restraints. "S-shut up! D-don't look at me like that!" My voice cracked, betraying me.
Zhang only chuckled, low and husky. "Like what? Like I'm about to devour you?"
His face dipped lower, his warm breath ghosting over my most sensitive skin, sending shivers darting up my spine. I jerked, my body betraying me with a soft whimper.
"God—Z-zhang! D-don't—"
He smirked, pressing his lips teasingly against the inside of my thigh, leaving a hot, lingering kiss there. Then another. And another. Each one dragged closer to where I was burning the most, until I could barely breathe.
By the time his nose brushed dangerously close to my heat, I was already shaking, my body arching up without permission.
"Haaah~ n-no, not there! I-I can't—!"
Zhang paused only to glance up at me, his grin sharp, eyes dark with hunger. "Then beg me to stop."
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To Be Continued... ...