Seducing Him - Chapter 44
For a moment, his eyes were spellbound, unable to look away, recklessly leaning in as if he wanted to admire every subtle expression on her face at close range.
Ci YiYang’s head was pressed into the soft headboard cushion, suffocated by the boy’s strong body. She frowned, opening her mouth to catch a breath, but he was relentlessly devouring her lips.
Their breaths tangled and fused together as he kissed her with a wild, unrestrained hunger, moving instinctively and desperately.
That indescribable soreness spread through her body, making her curl her pale toes. She bit her lower lip, collapsing weakly against the headboard.
Her hazy, enchanting eyes rolled upward, lashes trembling toward the crystal chandelier overhead. The light fixture seemed to sway from his violent movements, casting fragmented shadows.
His pace was too fast, too forceful, leaving her dizzy and dazed.
“Lu… Lu Jin, slower.” Her words came out slurred, most of her voice swallowed into his throat, turning into broken, helpless whimpers.
“So dizzy… I’m going to faint…”
The boy, burning with feverish excitement, blinked down at her flushed cheeks. Bracing himself against her hips to keep steady, he still softened his voice to ask, “Going to faint?”
“Mhm.” Ci YiYang’s shoulders trembled as she panted, her long hair hiding her unfocused eyes.
She was truly dizzy.
It felt like riding in a swaying, jolting carriage on a muddy road—her stomach lurching up her throat. Yet he still blocked her lips, forcing his kiss deeper.
She thought saying she was fainting would make him stop, let her breathe.
But instead, he only lowered his lashes, licking away the tear clinging to her eyelashes, his voice thick with desire:
“So what if you faint?”
He kissed her lips softly, coaxing with a strangely gentle tone:
“If you pass out now, I’ll keep going until you wake… and fill you completely.”
The words were so light she almost thought she imagined them.
Dazed, she forced her eyes open, barely making out his gentle, smiling face above her.
He was no different in this than with kissing—completely ignorant of restraint or tenderness. She didn’t want this anymore.
Ci YiYang shut her eyes and pretended to faint.
Feeling her limbs go limp, the boy paused. He brushed aside her sweat-damp hair, hoarse as he asked, “Sister, are you really fainting?”
She stayed perfectly still, letting him take whatever he wanted, unmoving as if truly unconscious.
After a few vigorous thrusts, he suddenly stopped, holding back and staring down at her.
Her skin glowed faintly pink under the warm light, her hands tied above her head, her legs still dangling weakly around his waist. She looked like a magnolia flower forced open, its pure petals trembling under ruthless ruin.
Drawn in, he leaned closer to study her, watching the delicate tremor of her lashes.
Ci YiYang, still only pretending, almost broke her act under his intensity. But when he stopped, she breathed a sigh of relief.
At least he wasn’t as twisted as she feared. He had stopped, worried she might really collapse.
But then she realized—he hadn’t softened at all. He hadn’t even withdrawn.
“Even with your eyes shut, you’re so beautiful. It excites me.”
A sigh escaped him, and something warm slid across her face, like the tongue of a snake.
Lu Jin traced her delicate features with a finger, lips curving.
So she was only pretending.
But even if she really fainted—so what? He would still enjoy it.
“I won’t stop,” he whispered against her ear.
“Lights.”
At his command, the hidden lights in the walls blazed on, flooding the room with harsh white light.
Ci YiYang instinctively flinched, eyes snapping open before slamming shut again, stung by the glare. She raised her hand to shield her eyes—
“Don’t move.”
His deep, intoxicating voice ordered sharply. In the next moment, he flipped her over, pressing her down into the pillows on her knees and elbows.
She scrambled to grab the sheets, but he seized her wrists, pulling her up so her torso hung in the air. Each motion made her world spin.
“Lu Jin, are you even human!” she cried, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face, staining the pillows.
Even fainting, he wouldn’t stop.
He chuckled lowly. “You’re adorable even when pretending to faint. I just want to see more.”
Her only option was to clutch his wrist tightly, softening her voice to plead, “Lu Jin, please… don’t be rough.”
She thought men liked gentle begging, so she made her tone as soft as possible—
When it was finally over, she lowered her eyes, dazed. Something caught her gaze—
A discarded sheath on the carpet, glistening as if it had just cried, its rosy surface gleaming.
Her lashes trembled as she stared blankly.
“Sister…” He covered her eyes with his palm, whispering, “I want to take you somewhere.”
Not satisfied with just the bed, he wanted more places.
Where?
She felt him lift her from the bed.
“Lu Jin, where are you taking me?” she panicked, prying his hand away.
The next second, she saw—they were in the bathroom.
Surrounded by mirrors.
Her heart lurched. She kicked and struggled, trying to open the door, but he held her firmly, turning on the bathtub faucet.
Pulling her into his lap, he kissed her bare shoulder, leaving trails of red up her skin.
“So obedient,” he murmured.
Breathless, she gave up resisting. She cupped his face, staring at him.
“Lu Jin, you’re a pervert.”
He had ignored her messages on purpose, luring her to come find him. He had already showered, prepared protection, cutting off every escape route.
He had let her come closer, watching her every act, indulging his twisted desire for control.
He blinked innocently in her palm, then smiled. “Are you scolding me… or praising me?”
“Praising you for being clever.” She smiled sweetly—and shoved her fingers into his mouth.
“Mm?” He was caught off guard, choking as tears welled in his eyes. But instead of pushing her away, he looked at her with hungry eyes.
“Lick,” she ordered sharply, laced with humiliation.
She expected him to resist. Instead, he only gazed once, then began to obey.
He sucked her fingers earnestly, tilting his head so she could see clearly, licking from tip to base like savoring melting ice cream, even showing intoxication.
She had never met someone like him. With his cold, ascetic face, he was sinfully debauched inside.
Disgust churned in her chest. She pulled her sticky fingers from his mouth. He didn’t bite down, letting them slide free with a trail of saliva. His breath grew ragged, his face flushed even redder than before.
Ci YiYang, too repulsed, turned to wash her hands at the sink.
She barely had time before she heard the sound of plastic tearing behind her. Her heart skipped. She started to turn—
Only to be pressed against the counter from behind.
“Lu Jin!”
The scene grew unbearably obscene. Her ears flushed scarlet as she bit her lip to hold back her cries.
Bent over the sink, surrounded by mirrors, she could hardly breathe, legs too weak to stand without his support.
Water overflowed from the bathtub, spilling across the floor.
He pressed her against the mirror, kissing her face tenderly.
Her strength was gone. Released, she slid weakly down, eyes too heavy to open.
Lu Jin caught her, lips brushing her nape, breath unsteady. His gaze fell on the discarded objects littering the floor.
So many times already, yet still not enough.
“Open your eyes, Sister. Look. The mirrors show us everywhere.”
Her back was against the mirror when she forced her eyes open—only to see his expression.
His devastatingly beautiful face curved with a smile that reached his eyes. His upturned gaze gleamed like a cunning fox, glowing with feverish ecstasy.
Horrified, she turned her head, only to see the surrounding reflections—
Every angle of their obscene entanglement, every image of her flushed, tear-streaked face, lips parted in gasping moans.
The woman in the mirrors looked familiar yet strange, transformed into a soft, helpless beauty she couldn’t recognize as herself.
In that moment, she finally understood.
Why his bathroom was filled with mirrors—
To satisfy his perverted voyeuristic desire.