Breaking the Taboo (1v2, Blood Uncle and Nephew) - Chapter 25

Li Mohan wanted to resist, but her hands were pinned above her head by the man, one leg firmly under his control. She could distinctly feel the rock-hard bulge in Han Yezhen’s pants pressing insistently against her, their clothes still intact but doing little to mask his rigid arousal through the four thin layers of fabric.

It felt like her panties were being pushed so hard they were sinking into the tight entrance of her pvssy.

His scorching, stiff c0ck, separated only by cloth, ground relentlessly against the root of her thighs, his hips rocking in small, deliberate thrusts, rubbing and grinding with rhythmic precision.

Li Mohan trembled uncontrollably, her legs going weak, a strange sensation igniting in her lower abdomen. It was overwhelming, making it nearly impossible to stand. Her mind screamed to escape Han Yezhen, yet her body, soft and pliant, ended up clinging to him.

“Little Uncle, please… don’t…”

Her plea was barely audible, a faint whimper from deep in her throat.

His face was so close to her neck that his ragged breaths filled her ear, hot and heavy, sending shivers down her spine.

“Scared of this?”

Li Mohan wanted to answer—yes, she was terrified—but she didn’t dare say it. The question felt like a trap.

If she admitted her fear, Han Yezhen might push further, doing something even more outrageous.

If she claimed she wasn’t scared, he might take it as permission to go even further.

Unable to hold back, she burst into tears, her broken sobs echoing in the cramped space, heavy with despair.

Choking on her cries, her hoarse voice repeated the same desperate words: “Little Uncle, stop teasing me… please forgive me…”

Han Yezhen didn’t think he’d bullied her that much. He hadn’t even taken his c0ck out—hell, he’d been restraining himself.

He hadn’t planned to take her here, not really. It was just that her resistance pissed him off. She’d rather take a beating than open up to him, and after wanting to kiss her in the car earlier, the elevator malfunction had sent a rush of heat through him. He’d only meant to test her limits.

But now he’d gone too far, and with his own arousal throbbing painfully, he let her leg down. His fingers grazed her back, pressing her firmly into his embrace. He leaned down, kissing her cheek, his tongue flicking out to lap up her tears.

He wasn’t good at sweet-talking women—never had been, especially not a girl so much younger than him. After racking his brain, all he could muster was, “Stop crying.”

Then he added, “If you keep ignoring me like this, I won’t mind taking things all the way next time.”

He’d meant it as comfort, but threats were his default, and to Li Mohan’s ears, his words carried a dangerous edge.

It worked, though. Her sobs stopped instantly, though her body still trembled, and she whispered, “I won’t dare do it again.”

Seeing her so soft and compliant, nestled against his chest, letting him hold her, he felt the urge to kiss her again. But just then, a shout came from outside the elevator: “Is anyone in there?”

Han Yezhen’s brow twitched, a soft curse slipping from his lips.

The repair crew soon freed them, and they took another elevator back home.

Li Mohan was still dazed, her mind trapped in the haze of what had just happened.

She kept her distance from Han Yezhen, trailing far behind him.

When they reached the apartment, she lingered outside for a few minutes after he went in, hesitating to follow.

To her surprise, the lights were off. In the dim living room, Han Yezhen stood waiting in the dark.