Breaking the Taboo (1v2, Blood Uncle and Nephew) - Chapter 10

This was Han Yezhen’s home; locks meant nothing here.

The instant the door opened, the light from the hallway stretched his tall, muscular shadow across the floor.

He didn’t bother softening his steps, but the plush carpet devoured the sound of his tread.

Li Mohan was fast asleep, her breathing steady, chest rising and falling rhythmically. She wasn’t wearing a bra—of course not, it was still in the dryer. But he had already shut the dryer off before he came out.

Through his gaze, the silk shirt clung to her shape, outlining the faint swell of two little peaks pressing against the fabric.

Her sleeping posture was a mess, the blanket caught tight between her legs. The shirt barely covered her ass at the best of times, and now it was bunched up around her waist, baring wide swaths of smooth, snow-white skin.

His black boxer briefs pressed against the curve of her round ass; the thought that soon her leaking juices would soak into the fabric made his c0ck twitch with excitement.

People always mistook him for cold and restrained, but beneath that surface he was arrogant, violent, dangerously quick-tempered.

With anyone else, he would never waste time on games—he’d rip their clothes open, force their legs apart, and fvck them raw.

But he didn’t want to treat Li Mohan that way, though he couldn’t explain why.

Maybe it was because the first time, he’d been rough, thoughtless. She had been a virgin, and he’d fucked her too hard, too mercilessly, leaving her trembling like a terrified rabbit whenever she saw him afterward.

She still couldn’t meet his eyes.

Yet this frightened girl, the one who shook in his presence, had been reduced under him to a dripping, trembling mess, orgasming again and again, sobbing with shame while begging him to stop—her body powerless against the ecstasy he forced on her.

Caught between morality and the thrill of taboo, she still ended up drowning with him in waves of desire.

Wasn’t that delicious?

Tonight he hadn’t turned on the lights either, only letting the small lamp on the nightstand glow over her peaceful, delicate sleeping face.

Even the fine down on her cheeks was clear beneath his gaze.

Though he had already taken her virginity, she was still like a tender blossom in his palm, pale petals soft and moist, spilling dew at the slightest touch.

Under the amber light, she was all the more irresistible.

He reached out, the callused pads of his fingers pressing against her lips, tracing the curve of her mouth slowly, possessively.

“Did you kiss that man today? Hm?”

His voice was low, rich, cold, demanding an answer from her sleeping body.

He’d seen her last location on his phone—he knew she’d been at Lu Yan’s house.

And she had lied to his face.

The thought that her first kiss had been stolen by Lu Yan drove him insane with jealousy.

Rage surged in his chest, uncontrollable, smoldering hotter by the second.

“Did he touch you? Where did he touch? If I hadn’t come tonight, would you have spread your legs for him?”

He interrogated her in a whisper, mind flooding with images of her wrapped around another man. The blaze in his chest scorched up into his eyes.

Her first kiss was gone—but her first night, no other man would ever have.

That was why he’d broken her maidenhead himself.

He stared at her, eyes dark as ink, a faint flame flickering deep inside.

Come to think of it, he’d never actually tasted her lips.

He couldn’t restrain himself anymore; he bent down and captured them.

Her soft, pink mouth yielded under his, supple and sweet, like a piece of candy that melted on his tongue, addictive from the very first taste.

His tongue pried her lips apart with ease, invading her mouth, tangling with her small tongue, sucking greedily, churning almost savagely.

He ravaged every corner of her mouth, drowning her in his saliva.

Her lips hung open, drool slipping down from the corners as she gasped for breath, soft little whimpers escaping her nose.

Han Yezhen rarely kissed women—but just pressing his lips to hers, his c0ck was already so hard it ached, throbbing like it would burst.