Breaking the Taboo (1v2, Blood Uncle and Nephew) - Chapter 24

Li Mohan was pinned between the man and the wall, unable to move, feeling as if she were being pressed into the very plaster.

Her eyes widened in panic, her heart stuttering to a stop, her breath caught in her throat, unable to flow.

In the dark, she couldn’t see his face, only felt his large hands firmly cupping her cheeks, giving her no chance to escape. As if he could no longer restrain himself, his movements turned fierce, his lips claiming hers with bruising force.

His tongue dominated hers, sucking and plundering the slickness of her mouth. She could only tilt her head back, yielding to his assault, her tongue weakly dodging his in a futile attempt to resist.

Han Yezhen wasn’t about to let her slip away. He chased her tongue, coiling it with his own, drawing it into his mouth and forcing their lips and tongues to tangle deeper, more intimately.

After her heart stilled, it began to pound wildly, like a pendulum slamming against her ribcage.

It struck so hard it felt like it might cave in her chest.

The heavy sound of their breathing and the wet slide of their tongues echoed sharply in the confined, quiet space.

His ragged breaths sprayed across her face, and she could even hear the soft gulp of his throat as he swallowed her sticky saliva.

Her chest ached from the relentless pounding of her heart, her tongue numb from his relentless sucking, her lungs burning as if he’d stolen all her air.

Her body went limp, held upright only by Han Yezhen’s weight pinning her to the wall.

The kiss stretched on, though in truth it wasn’t long. To Li Mohan, time crawled, each second dragged into eternity.

Just when she thought she’d suffocate, Han Yezhen finally released her.

Her eyes, adjusting to the dark, caught his gaze as he loomed over her, a storm of desire swirling in his shadowed eyes.

His calloused thumb pressed against her swollen lips, rubbing from one corner to the other. His voice, hoarse and dripping with s3x, pressed down on her from above. “Li Mohan, are you scared I’ll do this to you? Hmm?”

That “hmm?” curled upward with an ambiguous lilt, sending her heart racing—not with desire, but with dread.

The last time he’d been drunk, he hadn’t kissed her. This was the first time he’d done it sober, fully aware of his actions.

Like a bolt of lightning, her body froze, instinct urging her to step back, but the wall at her back offered no escape.

His towering figure enveloped her, trapping her in his embrace like a wolf staking claim to its territory.

“I could do plenty to scare you,” he murmured. “Like this?”

With that, his hand slipped under her clothes, his palm cupping the soft curve of her br3ast.

Li Mohan’s lips trembled with fear, her mind flashing back to that night when Han Yezhen had returned to Nansha Port.

That night, too, had been shrouded in darkness, his ruthless dominance leaving her powerless.

Just like then, he had her pinned against the wall, dragging her into a vortex, claiming her inch by inch.

Terrified of history repeating itself, she thought of that first time as an accident. A second time would be deliberate, and she couldn’t bear sinking deeper into this forbidden sin.

“Uncle…” she whispered, her voice hoarse and trembling. “I-I’m not afraid of you…”

Han Yezhen ignored her words. One arm tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His hand kneaded her br3ast through the cotton of her bra, eagerly groping, his fingers unerringly finding her small n1pple and twisting it with less-than-gentle force.

The sharp mix of pain and itching from her n1pple made Li Mohan shudder. Her cheeks burned, and she bit her lip, struggling desperately to push his hand away.

With one hand, he easily pinned both her wrists above her head. His long leg forced its way between her thighs, their bodies pressed so tightly together there wasn’t a sliver of space. Beneath his trousers, something hard and searing pressed against her belly.

Her heart shattered in panic, her eyes reddening, glistening with unshed tears. Her hands, trapped in his grip, clenched tightly as she choked out a plea. “Uncle, I was wrong, I was wrong…”

Her frail, sobbing pleas didn’t stir his pity. Instead, they fanned the restless heat in his bl00d, desire flaring red at the corners of his eyes. Unable to hold back, he lifted one of her legs to hook around his waist, bending slightly to adjust his stance. His hips pressed forward, grinding against her with a sudden, forceful thrust.