MR. TYCOON'S DARING WIFE - Season 2 Episode 17

Yang Feng waited for Zhao Moyao’s footsteps to disappear down the hall before further advancing onto the stubborn woman. She was so adorable looking like she was on the brink of losing her sanity with his continuous teasing.

“My love, it’s okay to admit you were touching me all night long—”

“I didn’t!”

“I worked very hard for this body. I’m glad my hard work is paying off—”

“Shut up!”

“You can touch me all you want because I really enjoyed your fingers running across it-”

“Shut up! Shut up!” She screamed at him, unable to handle his teasing anymore. Her face burned crimson with embarrassment. She wanted to dig herself a hole to crawl into and just rot in there! It would be better than dealing with this incredibly insufferable man!

Yang Feng snickered at how his confident little kitten had grown flustered once again. Whatever frustration or indignation he had felt before completely melted away the more he looked at her distraught face.

It was one of the rare moments he was able to rile her up and see a different side to her. “Darling, you don’t have to be embarrassed by the truth. We all have guilty pleasures and if yours is feeling up my body in your sleep then I will always be of service—”

“Yang Feng!” She shouted, hoping he’d stop talking. Her ears would probably start bleeding if he continued!

He grinned upon seeing her raise the white flag. Her eyes were still wide with panic and her lips were mouthing words as if she wanted to explain her mistake.

“What is it, darling?” He asked as one hand moved from her cheek to the back of her neck. He started massaging it to soothe any soreness she felt from having to constantly crane her neck just to look at him.

“I didn’t do it—”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night. Even if it’s my body.” He truly enjoyed seeing her agitated expression. The more she argued with him, the guiltier she looked. She did run her fingers over his chest, but that was it. Much to his disappointment, she only kept her fingers on his solid chest and nowhere else. He had hoped her hands would have roamed somewhere else to help him extinguish the fire she ignited…

“I really didn’t!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, darling.” He grinned, bending his legs so that her neck could catch a break. He was scared she would hurt herself by constantly straining it. He squatted a bit so that she was now looking down at him, and he was looking up to her.

‘This little kitten is trying to seduce me again.’ He couldn’t help but think as he looked up and saw her soft pout. Her rosy lips were jutted out, her eyebrows knitted together, coupled with her vulnerable eyes, was enough to send his body in turmoil once again.

He saw the wetness of her eyes and bit down on his bottom lips to prevent himself from smiling. Aww, did he tease her too much?

He reached out with his long arms to run a thumb over her lips, the softness of it nearly driving him insane. He wanted to do nothing more than claim her lips with his once again, but he was scared kissing her would lead to something else and she wasn’t fully healed yet. If she continued to look at him like that, he might really rip her clothes off…

“Don’t pout like that.” He hoarsely whispered to her, his voice thick with desire.

“Why not?” She decided it was her turn to tease him now. He had flustered her beyond words, so it was time for payback!

She shivered when his gaze darkened. She could see his self-control was slipping. The beast within him wanted to get out, the very one that wanted to roughly push her onto the bed and take her right then and there. His eyes were dark as night as lust swirled within them.

“Do you really want to know?” His fingers itched to curl itself around her arms and merge their bodies into one.

She sweetly smiled down at him while running her hands through his hair and then caressing his face. The passion in his eyes burned into hers, as he dug his fingers tightly into the palm of his hand in an attempt to keep his self-control intact.

She trailed her fingers over his incredibly smooth skin, her touch as soft as a feather, leaving every spot tingling with sensation. She was purposely teasing him to test his patience and self-control. And she could tell he was very close to having none.

She leaned closer and seductively whispered, “Maybe I do.”

And with these three words, he lost it. He roughly shoved her onto the bed and before she could even register what had happened, he crushed his lips onto hers.

His lips were frenzied as he passionately kissed her, leaving no room for argument. He ran his hands over her body, further familiarizing himself with it. He completely dominated her lips as he sucked and bit on them. His tongue started exploring every inch of her mouth. Soon, she was nothing but a breathless mess.

“Y-Yang-ah!” He cut her off by biting her lower lip as she emitted a soft cry at the gesture. He used his tongue to soothe the pain before continuing to completely devour her. She let her guard down as she felt her body slowly heat up from the kiss. She felt a significant part of her body start to become moist at his ministrations.

Her lips moved against his, as she tried to catch up to his fast pace. He tasted as sweet as she had always remembered. The kiss was hot, wet, and left her crazy and wanting more.

“Lifei.” He muttered, his lips hovered closely over hers as he stared into her eyes. “I will have you. All of you.” His warm breath fanned over her face with their proximity.

He didn’t wait for her reply before claiming her lips again. This time, their kiss turned unbridled. She moaned against his lips as her hands explored his body on her own accord. He growled at the unexpected sensation and his fingers tightened around her waist, digging into her skin.

Their lips moved together instinctively, his beckoning hers, and hers allowing him entry. The way his tongue dominated in a battle against hers had made her feel like she was on the verge of something great. She leaned closer to him, completely seduced. Her mind went hazy as she desperately clung onto him, not wanting this feeling to end. She couldn’t think as all her attention was focused on how amazing she felt right now.

He always made her feel so good, but she didn’t think he could drive her as crazy as she was at this moment. His lips, his tongue, everything was hot and wet, turning her mind into a puddle as their lips moved together in sync.

His hands slowly reached the hem of her hospital gown. He intentionally slowed down to check if she would put up resistance. Seeing that she did not stop him, his hand trailed underneath it and went upwards. As his hands reached her thighs, her body tensed in anticipation at what was about to come.

A loud knock echoed through the room.

Frightened at the intrusion, she panicked and tried to push him away.

“Shh, it’s alright.” He hoarsely whispered to her, shifting his lower body to avoid an extremely aroused part of his body from making any contact between her parted legs.

“T-the door—”

“Relax, my love.” He told her before bending down to press a sincere kiss onto her forehead. She attempted to create as much distance between them as possible.

“L-let go of me, what if they see—”

“They won’t.” He continued to calm her down, peppering her face with gentle kisses. Her body was still very tense and he knew she would stumble over her words if she tried to see anyone right now.

“Get off of me.”

He reluctantly followed her words.

Her shoulders sagged in relief, but it didn’t last long when he suddenly scooped her into his arms, placing her on his lap.

“Yang Feng—”

“Your bandages. I need to know your wound didn’t reopen.” He said, gently feeling her bandages to check for any damp spots.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” He immediately regretted touching her so much during their intense make-out session. He couldn’t help it. The way her body reacted to him as she moaned and accommodated his body with hers had shred away any pretense of self-control.

“A bit.” She stiffened when he suddenly massaged the side of her stomach he had roughly dug his fingers into earlier. “What are you doing?”

“Does it ease the pain?” He asked her, leaning his head onto the side of her face. A mellow smile was on his lips when she didn’t pull away, and instead, inched closer to him.

“A little…” She obediently sat still in his lap as he gently rubbed the pain away. With her position, she could feel his hard friend that was only a few layers of clothing away.

Another round of knocks came. She remembered what broke them apart in the first place, and could not help but feel a tinge of disappointment.