Seducing Him - Chapter 28

Ci Yiyang wasn’t really listening to what he was saying, her lips tingled so much they felt numb.

Darkness naturally bred a damp sort of intimacy, and before she could catch her breath, she sensed him lowering his head again to kiss her. She quickly covered her lips and turned her face away. “Lu Jin, wait!”

The moment the words left her mouth, his lips landed on her burning ear.

Dodged.

He opened his eyes, staring at the flushed ear she couldn’t see, then lowered his head to lightly bite her earlobe. His warm, coaxing voice, wrapped in temptation, whispered: “Wait for what? The car doors are already locked—just as you wanted.”

Ci Yiyang shivered under his licking, her shoulder blades trembling. She couldn’t see the unrestrained look in his eyes as they roamed over her. Covering her lips, she spoke softly, “I want to go back.” Even her voice surprised her—it came out weak and silky.

The boy lazily lifted his eyelids, his gaze brushing over the shame flickering in her eyes. As gently as ever, he said: “Then promise me you won’t see him again, and I’ll unlock the door to let you out.”

“…Mm.” She nodded vaguely, still covering her tingling lips.

Lu Jin released her waist, unfastened the seat belt, then slowly lifted his face. “By the way, I should tell you—I’m not that magnanimous. And I don’t like him.”

Whether he liked someone or not had nothing to do with her. She wasn’t dating him.

Ci Yiyang didn’t take his words to heart.

“You’re very good,” he said with a smile, placing a light kiss on her cheek before getting out of the car.

He circled to the passenger side, gentlemanly opening the door for her. “We’re home, let’s go in, sister.”

Her legs were still a little weak as she stepped down, pressing her lips together.

He gently held her up, reminding her, “Careful, sister.”

She glared at him, but the boy only smiled innocently.

The housekeeper had been notified earlier that both of them would be coming home for dinner, so when they entered, she was already busy in the kitchen.

Hearing sounds at the entryway, she came out wiping her hands and asked if they wanted anything special for supper.

It was still early, a few hours until dinner.

Ci Yiyang told her she wanted steamed egg custard, then turned to Lu Jin. “What about you?”

He tossed his coat aside, picked a bottle of cold water from the counter, gave her a sidelong glance, and replied, “The same as last night.”

The housekeeper assumed he meant food, happily returning to the kitchen to prepare it. Only Ci Yiyang froze in place, watching his back as he drank his water and went upstairs.

It wasn’t until much later that she suddenly remembered what he had eaten last night.

Although he had said he’d eat at home, Lu Jin hadn’t come downstairs once since going up.

She sent him a message, but he didn’t reply.

After some thought, she went upstairs to find him.

She knocked, but there was no sound. Trying the fingerprint lock, the door clicked open.

The room was dark, curtains tightly drawn. She couldn’t see clearly and reached to turn on the lights.

But before a sound could leave her throat, a large hand clamped over her mouth, yanking her inside.

Her eyes widened, shimmering with nervous tears. In the dim light she caught the outline of his sharp features, his warm breath brushing against her skin like a tongue’s caress.

With his head lowered, he whispered, “Sister, do you want to kiss?”

They had already done intimate things, yet he asked if she wanted to kiss—as if gentlemanly, though his hand was already slipping under her skirt, fingers cold as serpents sliding over her thighs.

Ci Yiyang’s thin shoulders trembled, but she didn’t refuse him. “Mm.”

Getting her response, he released her lips, tilted her face, and bit her soft mouth, prying it open as he pressed her against the door in a kiss.

No matter how many times, she still couldn’t handle his forceful way of kissing—so aggressive, as if he wanted to suck away her very breath. His hand pushed her dress and underwear up to her collarbone.

Cold air prickled her bare skin, and she instinctively tried to cover herself.

But his lips were faster, sliding down her taut neck to seize the red peaks hardened by the chill.

His teeth grazed and his tongue flicked, and her eyes watered as her knees buckled, nearly collapsing. He wedged his knee between hers, holding her up while kissing her even deeper.

Panting against the door, she arched her throat, body burning hotter under his skilled hands and mouth. Overwhelmed, she yanked at his hair.

“Stop kissing…” Her voice broke with urgent gasps.

That soft, breathy plea only made him bite harder.

Pain and sparks of pleasure surged through her. She cried out, but he muffled it with his hand.

His forehead pressed to her chin, his muffled panting carried a teasing lilt. “Shh. You have to be quiet, sister. Unlike last night, people will hear you in the house now.”

Even as he warned her, his lips traced her throat, teeth leisurely nibbling at her collarbone.

Her mind was blank, body quaking with gasps like she was drowning.

He swept her into his arms and carried her deeper inside.

“Lights.”

At his command, the room brightened.

The sudden glare made her squeeze her eyes shut, until he set her down on the sofa. A shadow loomed over her.

The boy gazed down, captivated by her flushed face.

Her lips were red and swollen, her dress hanging crookedly, revealing a waist marked with bites from the night before. Spread before him, she looked like a white flower plucked and toyed with, nearly dripping nectar.

He bent and kissed her ribs, eyes half-lidded with hidden obsession. His husky voice sighed, “So beautiful.”

Ci Yiyang pushed his face away and sat up, pulling her dress back down.

He slumped against the sofa like a boneless animal, watching her hurried movements with smiling, tilted eyes.

Only after she fastened her undone bra did he slowly sit up, his handsome face flushed, lips bright as bl00d. “Why did you come find me, sister?”

She stood, picked up her phone from the floor, and said, “Dinner’s ready. I sent you a message earlier, but you didn’t reply, so I came to check.”

Lu Jin glanced at his phone, then looked up with an apologetic expression. “Sorry, I didn’t see it. I misunderstood you.”

She didn’t know what exactly he thought, but smiled gently, lips still tingling. “It’s fine.”

“…Is it?” He dropped his phone carelessly, stood, and walked toward her.

Every step was relaxed, yet felt heavy in her chest.

He stopped in front of her, stroked her swollen lips with his thumb, and spoke softly, with faint intimacy: “This time I misunderstood you. It balances out the misunderstanding you had before.”

She turned her face away from his touch. “Hurry down,” she said, and left.

He leaned lazily against the doorframe, not stopping her, only watching her back until she disappeared, before slowly following.

At the dining table, he sat naturally beside her.

The housekeeper set down soup and gasped when she saw bl00d at the corner of his lips. “Oh dear, young master, did you bump yourself? I’ll get the medicine box.”

“No need, it’ll be fine soon,” Lu Jin said calmly, sipping the soup.

Ci Yiyang glanced at his mouth.

She had bitten him.

But she showed no guilt, even echoing the housekeeper kindly, “It’s a big cut. Better to put medicine on it, don’t scar.”

The housekeeper nodded. The two of them were perfectly in sync.

Lu Jin shot her a glance, smiling faintly. “Then after dinner, you can help me apply it, sister.”

She stayed silent, sipping her soup.

That night, after the housekeeper left, she barely reached her room before Lu Jin pressed her against the hallway wall, kissing her again.

Like a boy newly awakened to desire, insatiable and addicted.

Ci Yiyang couldn’t stand it anymore, pushing at him. “Stop. I have to go back to school early tomorrow.”

She already had plenty of marks from him—any more and she’d need heavy concealer all week.

He caught her hand, kissed her fingers, and with foxy eyes murmured, “Tomorrow’s only Sunday.”

“I board at school,” she said firmly.

He hugged her waist, face buried in her neck. “Don’t. Stay here with me.”

“No.” She rejected him outright.

He froze, then slowly lifted his flushed face, eyes searching hers. “Why not?”

She stayed composed. “Too many people at school know you. I don’t want them to find out about us.”

If anyone dug deeper, they’d discover their parents planned to marry—making them step-siblings. It was a natural excuse.

Whether he believed her or not, he only nodded. “I understand.”

Seeing him behave, she patted his head as if soothing a puppy. “Good boy.”

He nuzzled her hand, then asked casually, “Will you be scared sleeping alone tonight? Want to sleep with me?”

He meant together in the same bed, not separately.

She looked up at the tall boy under the chandelier, light casting elegant shadows on his lashes and cheekbones.

Smiling softly, he gazed at her, utterly unfazed by the fact their parents were about to marry.

Just like how he couldn’t stop kissing her several times in one day—he was indulging in his growing dependence on her, never considering the consequences.

She hadn’t liked his clinginess, and only wanted to rest. But after a moment’s thought, she agreed.

“…Alright.”

The instant she nodded, he grinned, lifted her into his arms, and carried her back to his room.

He set her on the bed and leaned down to kiss her.

Already numb from his constant kisses, she pushed his face away. “I’m tired. Sleep.”

“Mm. You sleep, I’ll do my thing.” But he didn’t stop, still kissing her.

She frowned, regretting her choice for a few seconds, but gave up and closed her eyes.

When she drifted off, his soft murmur brushed her ear. “So sister really won’t care about me…”

He held her tighter, breath warm on her neck, clinging to her like an addict.