Chapter 215: Despair Casino (12)
Although the experience felt surprisingly good, Yan Qiao was deeply uncomfortable with it. He abruptly pulled away from Ji Ning, frowning as he wiped his mouth. "Who told you to kiss me?"
His handsome brow was furrowed tight, yet his ears had quietly turned red.
Ji Ning pretended she saw nothing, blinked, and looked pitiful. "You don't like kissing?"
"I don't." Yan Qiao's voice was cold. His slender hand traced along Ji Ning's neck, as if measuring her fragility.
His fingertips were cool, like a cold-blooded creature. Combined with that not-quite-sensual way of stroking her, it felt as if he would snap her neck the moment Ji Ning stopped behaving.
Ji Ning lay still, eyes fixed on Yan Qiao, allowing his fingertips to press into her throat.
Looking up at Yan Qiao from this angle, his nose bridge was narrow and high, the line of his lips cold and hard, his chin lean and sharp—a style completely opposite to Song Weiyang.
His nose and mouth were just as pleasingly handsome as Jiang Ting's.
But Jiang Ting never smiled unless he wanted to, bearing an aura of unquestionable authority at all times, elegance and indifference coexisting.
As for Yan Qiao, he smiled often enough, but it never held any warmth. The smile never reached his eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" Yan Qiao noticed Ji Ning's gaze on him was particularly earnest and, without realizing it, added a couple degrees of force to his hand.
Ji Ning had never encountered a man who got rough and hostile at the drop of a hat before, but Yan Qiao shouldn't expect this to scare her.
After all, his cock was still ramrod stiff, pressed against her body.
The body was honest. That alone was enough.
Unable to move her hands, Ji Ning could only entangle him with her eyes.
She tilted her head slightly, the corners of her eyes curving up into a sweet, clear smile. "I'm savoring the aftertaste." She licked her lips. "Your tongue is so soft. Your mouth tastes sweet."
Seeing Yan Qiao so needled by her words that he forgot to exert force, Ji Ning pressed on, sighing softly. In a small, slightly aggrieved murmur, she added, "Ah, too bad you don't like kissing, or I would've wanted you to kiss me a little longer."
The next second, the hand on her neck released, only to clamp fiercely onto her chin from above.
Yan Qiao leaned down and bit her lip hard, his tone exasperated. "Liar. The sweet one is you. You drank tea and now you taste like peaches."
As if she'd been bitten by a clamp, Ji Ning felt no real pain. Surprised by his words, she said, "Huh? You still remember what I drank? You pay such close attention to me."
"Why do you talk so much?" Yan Qiao, furious and flustered, clamped a hand over Ji Ning's mouth, unwilling to hear another grating word.
Ji Ning's smile didn't fade. Her eyes curved into a sly arc as she extended her tongue and licked Yan Qiao's palm.
"Tch…" That unpreventable stimulation completely shattered Yan Qiao's composure. The corners of his eyes flushed red, and he panted harshly, "Fuck! You asked for this!"
"Riiip—"
The sound of tearing fabric was shockingly loud.
Just like that, Ji Ning's dress split into two rags in Yan Qiao's hands, revealing her exquisite body clad only in underwear.
The fabric of her dress was tossed to the floor by Yan Qiao. Immediately after, he tore two strips from the bedsheet, wrapped them left and right around Ji Ning's legs to spread them apart, and tied the ends to the bedposts.
Ji Ning was secretly stunned. What kind of game was he playing? The legendary bondage and SM?
Her hands were bound by a belt, and her legs were bound and spread apart. Even though nothing had started, her body inexplicably flushed with heat.
Curious and expectant, Ji Ning's gaze followed Yan Qiao, wondering how he would handle her.
Right now, he stood at the bedside, head tilted as he tugged at his tie, a slightly roguish smirk on his face that was indescribably alluring and sexy.
The tie came off. Yan Qiao wound a piece of the tail end around his hand and snapped it in the air with a sharp crack.
Props ready, Yan Qiao knelt on the bed and dragged the tie from Ji Ning's chest all the way down to her lower body.
"Look at you. Your panties are already soaked." He leaned down, took a deep breath right against her private area, and raised an eyebrow. "Smells lewd. Can't wait to get fucked, can you?"
With that, he straightened up. A clever flick of his wrist, and the tie cracked down sharply onto the swell of Ji Ning's vulva.
"Ah…" Her lower body spasmed violently. A damp heat she had never experienced before burst forth as if she'd lost control. Ji Ning cried out, her body snapping tight.
Bound and utterly immobile, the combination of mental shame and intense physical stimulation made Ji Ning unbelievably excited.
"Tch, one smack and you gush this much." Yan Qiao's smile was wickedness itself. He pinched Ji Ning's chin and thrust his fingers into her mouth, churning against her tongue. "Does Song Weiyang know you're this shameless? Hm?"
Ji Ning was mortified and furious, yet his fingers had her mouth flooding uncontrollably with saliva, rendering her speechless. She could only furrow her brow and glare at him.
Yan Qiao didn't mind at all. He actually found her lethally cute.
Unlike the mask she'd worn earlier—alluring, sure, but just not cute enough. Or rather, not that it wasn't cute enough, just that something was always missing.
He pulled his fingers out, brought them to his lips, and meticulously licked them clean. "Truly sweet. Enough to make me break my own rule."
Watching him lick his fingers, Ji Ning's body flushed with another wave of heat.
Yan Qiao leaned down close to Ji Ning's face, the pad of his thumb tapping her lips. "You wanted a kiss, right? Call me Brother and I'll oblige." He added, "But if you don't, that means you were lying to me just now. And the consequences of lying to me are very… severe."
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