Chapter 33 (Continuation)
Yichen's breath caught in his throat as Andre's lips crashed against his own. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was brutal, raw, desperate—a bite more than a caress. His back hit the door with a hard thud, the wood rattling behind him as the boy's strong arm pinned him in place.
Yichen's eyes flew wide, his hands instinctively pressing against Andre's chest, meaning to push him away, but the young man's grip was iron. Andre wasn't the fragile boy he once knew; he was tall, broad-shouldered, and frighteningly strong. His body radiated heat, pressing against him with unrelenting force.
The kiss was inexperienced, messy, full of sharp edges—teeth dragging, lips bruising. It wasn't love; it was rebellion, a storm of years' worth of emotions that Andre had kept buried, erupting all at once.
"Mm—Andr…e—" Yichen tried to speak, but his words dissolved into a muffled groan when Andre bit down harder, forcing his lips apart, invading with clumsy determination.
The boy's hand clenched Yichen's wrist tighter, holding him against the door, while his other hand pressed against Yichen's shoulder, stopping any chance of escape. Yichen tried to push him back, but the more he resisted, the deeper Andre's kiss grew, until Yichen's head spun with lack of air.
"Stop—hmm—Andre, stop this!" he finally managed, tearing his lips free just enough to gasp, chest rising and falling rapidly.
But Andre's gaze—those piercing, unrelenting eyes—pinned him harder than his hands did. His voice was low, rough, trembling with restrained fury.
"You must want me now, right? The way you're staring at me… Don't deny it."
Yichen's breath faltered. He had no words. The boy's accusation twisted deep inside him, shaking something he didn't want to face.
"What's wrong with you?" Yichen whispered hoarsely, trying to find steadiness, but his voice cracked. "You're talking nonsense. Let me go."
"Nonsense?" Andre's laugh was sharp, mocking. His face was inches from Yichen's, their breaths mingling. "I'm tired of pretending, Yichen. Tired of your excuses—'you help me sleep,' 'you bring me peace.' Do you think I'm blind? Do you think I don't see what you really are? What you really want?"
Yichen flinched. "Andre…"
But the boy didn't let him continue. His grip tightened, and in one swift movement, Andre slammed Yichen's wrists above his head, pinning them against the door. Yichen's pulse raced, hammering against Andre's palm as their bodies pressed flush together.
The boy's lips returned, fierce and demanding, devouring him as though punishing him. His tongue pushed into Yichen's mouth, inexperienced but relentless, tasting, claiming. Yichen groaned against him, fighting for control, but the heat coiling inside his chest betrayed him.
"Mm—stop… hhh… Andre!" Yichen gasped again, trying to twist his head away, but Andre's mouth followed, tracing down the line of his jaw, rough kisses and sharp bites marking the skin there. Each touch sent jolts of fire coursing through Yichen's veins.
"You don't get it, do you?" Andre's breath was hot against his ear, his voice raw. "I don't care anymore. If you want my body—fine. Take it. Just leave my mom out of this. She deserves better than being tied to someone like you."
Yichen froze. His heart clenched painfully at those words. The boy truly believed that was all he wanted—his body.
"No…" Yichen whispered, almost brokenly. "You don't understand…"
But Andre wasn't listening. His free hand slid down, grazing across Yichen's chest, his touch unsteady, unsure, but burning through the thin fabric of his shirt. Yichen shuddered, every nerve igniting. His hands flexed against Andre's grip, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
"Andre, stop… you don't know what you're doing—"
"Then tell me what I'm doing," Andre challenged, pressing closer, his thigh sliding between Yichen's legs, pinning him harder. Their bodies aligned dangerously, breath mingling, heat rising. "Tell me what you want, Yichen. Because I'm done guessing."
Yichen's mind screamed at him to push the boy away. To end this. To remind him that this was wrong. That he was Celia's son, barely a man, too young to understand the consequences of this dangerous game.
But his body betrayed him.
Andre's touch seared into him, his mouth stealing the air from his lungs, his scent drowning him. He tried to resist—God, he tried—but his knees weakened under the boy's relentless assault. His heart pounded erratically, a wild rhythm he hadn't felt in years.
"Andre…" his voice cracked, breathless, almost pleading. "Please… don't…"
But Andre only leaned closer, his lips brushing against Yichen's ear as he whispered:
"Then prove me wrong. Prove you don't want this."
Yichen's chest heaved, his control slipping dangerously as the boy's hand wandered lower, fingers grazing the hem of his shirt. His breath hitched, his head falling back against the door with a dull thud, eyes squeezing shut.
"Stop… hhh—" he groaned, but the word melted into a strangled gasp as Andre's lips found his neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
The room was filled with the sound of ragged breathing, of lips colliding, of bodies straining against each other. Yichen's hands finally broke free, but instead of shoving the boy away, they grabbed his shoulders, clutching desperately as if to anchor himself.
"Why… why are you doing this?" Yichen's voice was hoarse, breathless.
"Because I'm tired of you controlling everything," Andre muttered against his skin, voice shaking with fury and something darker. "Because you drive me insane with you looking all calmly and righteous while you are a beast. Because—"
A sudden knock shattered the moment.
Both froze.
"Andre?" Celia's voice, soft but concerned, filtered through the door. "Are you alright? I heard a noise. Are you back.… are you awake?"
Yichen's eyes snapped open in horror, breath caught in his throat. Andre's grip loosened just slightly, but his body still pressed against him, heat radiating between them.
Celia's footsteps shifted closer. The doorknob rattled gently.
"Andre? Can I come in?"
The room fell into suffocating silence. Andre's face hovered inches from Yichen's, lips swollen, eyes dark and unreadable. Yichen's heart slammed against his ribs, terror and desire colliding violently inside him.
If she opened that door now—
To be continued…