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“I know, but now,” he purrs, running his lips over my jaw as I arch my back. “Are you going to be my good wife and come from my gun alone, before I fuck you for real tonight?”

“Never. That’s a promise, asshole. You aren’t even my type. Eliot is,” I say, lying my ass off as I stare into his dark depths.

A muscle in his jaw ticks while he bites out through his teeth, “Eliot is occupied with your brother at the moment.” His wicked smile makes my heart sink. What the hell is Moon doing to him?

He starts to laugh. “Don’t worry about it, he might not be able to walk in the morning, but I think the fucker likes that.”

He makes a tsk sound as he starts to rub harder, making my clit hurt and burn at the same time. “I’m not your type, huh?” he asks sounding almost angry. “I’m your only type.”

He groans the moment a moan slips from my lips, the tingling sensation starting low in my stomach. I’m close, I know I am. This is what I’ve read about, what I’ve seen on my laptop, on my phone screen. I tried to make myself come once, but I couldn’t because I had no idea of who to think about when I did it, so I stopped.

“Relax,” he drawls in Mandarin, “this is just like when you make yourself come. Except now you’ll be only thinking about me, not some actors you saw on your screen.”

I close my eyes, while my back arches. Holy fuck, the tingling sensation runs from my toes all the way up to my clit and has me seeing literal stars. “I’ve never done this.” I exhale out a deep breath, and he stops abruptly. “What the hell?”

Ten years ago, Shanghai

Dash and Tian

He grabs my chin and makes me look up at him while beads of sweat drip down his temple, making his long hair stick to his skin. “What the hell are you telling me right now?”

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I tell him, my voice small. Why am I telling the devil this? He doesn’t deserve to know. I hate that I sound like this while he’s looking at me with those dark brooding eyes. I don’t know why the look in them makes me want to close my eyes and pray he doesn’t hurt me.

He keeps holding onto my chin. “Don’t fucking lie to me. I know what you did with the bartender at your eighteenth birthday party. You know your brother was the one who wouldn’t let me pull my trigger.”

“You chased him away before I could even kiss him, you asshole. I haven’t done anything,” I tell him, raising my voice, and then curse myself for running my mouth.

He holds his head a little to the left, then the right, like he’s trying to find out if I’m lying, like he’s studying my tells. “You’re telling the truth,” he says after a while, pulling the barrel of his gun away from my clit. He studies the end in the moonlight while the boat softly moves up and down. He keeps looking at me when his tongue darts out, licking the moisture from the end of his gun. I gasp and a smile crosses his face before he pulls the mask back on. “You made my favorite gun all wet.” He smirks, looking at the barrel and he’s right, I can still see some remnants of the wetness from between my legs glistening on the end.

“Screw you, asshole,” I swear, while I sit up, shoving him away from me. He lets me go and chuckles while he watches me push my dress down, obscuring the ripped pantyhose.

“Thanks for the preview wife,” he says mockingly. And I truly hate him in that moment.

I flip him off, marching to the door. I try the handle, but he corners me against the wood. His hands are on either side of my face, while he covers me with his big body. I can smell his sweat mixed with cologne making me dizzy. I like his scent better than I know I should. I start to sway. He reaches out to steady me, but I elbow him in the stomach while I turn. He swears, not backing away from me. I know I can reach inside his suit jacket to try and take out his gun.

“This is the only preview you’ll ever get,” I snap back, and he chuckles while he throws his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing while he swallows. When his eyes land on mine I know I lost the first round, but he has another thing coming if he thinks he’ll also win the war.

Leaning forward, he presses his lips against my ear and whispers, “I liked the sounds you made while my gun disappeared in your tight pussy. That’s going to make me come every time I push my hand down my pants.” He presses his lips against my neck. “I could taste your heartbeat there,” he murmurs, running his tongue over the place just below my jaw. “This was fun,” he says, pushing the tip of his nose against mine.

I grab him by the collar of his jacket and turn us, pushing him backward, slamming him against the door. His eyes widen in surprise, but the bastard doesn’t even put up a fight. He just laughs when I have to stand on the tips of my toes to get in his face.

“Never talk to me like that again,” I say, bumping my fist against the door. “I might have signed the papers, but I’ll never be yours. I’m still part of this family, and Moon’s sister, so you better treat me with respect.”

“Never talk to you like what?” he breathes, spreading his legs a little bit so we’re almost on eye level, the bastard is big. There’s a challenge in his eyes; he likes this back and forth. I can use this later on. A part of him likes me, knowing that is dangerous. More than him not wanting anything to do with me all those years. What the hell changed?

He pushes his hips forward and laughs when he catches me looking at him as I move back, careful not to have him touch me with his hard dick.

“You like what you see? This is only the beginning. You know that right? I might show it to you if you ask real nice. Or maybe I’ll just take what I want now that you’re mine.” He smirks and my eyes widen as he links our fingers together, kissing the ring.

I glance down at the bulge pressing against his zipper and gasp, sweat covering my forehead as adrenaline courses through me.

“What?” he asks in Cantonese, as his surprise turns to anger. I can hear it in the way his voice goes even deeper. My heart starts to thunder in my chest. He’s giving me the upper hand, and a part of me likes it. I like the way he sort of surrenders to me. What the hell does this make me? A bottom, a top, a switch depending on the mood? I shake my head, suppressing my smile. I should stop watching so many BL series.

I push him harder against the door and he starts to laugh. I place my hand on his chest, and he looks at my hand while I spread my fingers, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against my outstretched palm. He opens his legs again so we’re on eye level and I hate that he does it, I hate that a part of him wants to make me feel at ease.

“How do you want me to talk to you then?” he grits out, his nose disappearing in my hair inhaling deep.

“You didn’t look at me for years, and now suddenly we’re married? And you want to sleep with me?”