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“I only know you’ve been watching a lot of your BL shit,” he snaps. Does he sound a little jealous?

I flip him off again and take a right while he goes left. Shit, is he guiding me in the direction of his bedroom? “No one comes between me and my BL.”

He rolls his eyes at me, and looks so young in that moment, not like the killer he is. “That’s what I put on the shirts, one for you and one for me. With I love BL and T and I love BL and D.”

“What the fuck is T and what is D, don’t tell me it stands for dick or Triad?”

“Yes… but no babe.” He winks, “It stands for you and me, Dash and Tian,” he snickers.

This guy is fucking crazy. I make a right and he does too and shoves me against the wall, his fingers digging into my arms. “I’m done chasing after you, wife,” he husks out, slowly sliding his lips against mine. “I want to see you wear the shirt, maybe we can take polaroids with one of El’s cams?”

“Hell no, I’m not going to defile his cameras. And don’t lie, you both like to chase us,” I bite out, looking up into his dark eyes. “Moon is just as crazy as you are.”

“Maybe crazier.” He puts his hand over my mouth while he thrusts his hips forward, cutting off my moans that slip out against my will. He lifts me up easily and throws me over his shoulder and kicks the door open. I slide down his body to push him against the wall and snarl at him.

“Are you going to fuck me like this?” he asks, while I look down between our heaving bodies. I’m pressing him against the wall with my thighs.

“I think you’re missing equipment?” he jokes, and we both burst out laughing. I can’t help it, the man makes me laugh. Shit!

He hugs me close to his chest while I try to push him away from me. I can feel him smiling as he throws me on the bed and smacks my ass hard. “Don’t defy me, I need you now,” he rasps, like he’s in pain. “You know how long I’ve waited for you?”

“Stop,” I order and press my foot against his chest to halt him for coming at me. “Why can’t we take our time?”

“I want to taste every part of your body. It will take me some time, so I better get a head start,” he promises, and I want to slap the smug smile from his face as he crawls toward me on the bed.

“Who has time for that?” I ask, playing with him.

“I like it when you talk back to me. Reminds me of the rooftop in Shanghai, the night before you became my wife.”

I leap from the bed, but he catches me midair and carries me in his arms just to toss on the mattress. My back bounces on the sheets and I let out a small groan as I melt against the linen. His pupils dilate and he pulls me by my waistband toward him. I slap his hands away and he pouts at me. He looks cute doing it. Hold up, I catch myself and press my palm against his heaving chest. Do I like my husband?

“I’ve already made you come one time with my favourite gun. You know how many times I’ve jerked off to the memory. I want new ones,” he whines, and I start to laugh. Who knew the guy was a comedian.

My heart skips a beat as his eyes trail from my lips up to my eyes and down again. “I’m not going to hurt you. But if you want you can hurt me,” he teases as he waggles his brows.

I lean back against the pillows and narrow my eyes at him.

“Can’t find a good line to call me out on my shit?”

I shake my head and watch him take off his pants, and I follow his hands as they move over his tattooed stomach down to the waistband of his boxers.

“I promise I’ll be gentle,” he tells me, and I try to find the lie in his eyes, but he’s telling the truth.

I nod without saying anything. He pulls off my pants and lifts my legs to settle between them. His eyes flash to the place between my thighs and he swallows hard. His cheeks flush, is he nervous?

“Is this really your first time?” I ask, my voice sounds breathless.

He nods and his cheeks heat. The number one Triad prince next to my brother, is blushing because of me. My heart swells as I look into his eyes. The fucker makes me smile, and angry as hell, but I want to smile every time I’m with him.

Sitting up, I watch him pushing down his boxers. Hovering above me, he runs his lips over mine and seals his mouth over my lips in a breathless kiss. He trembles in my arms and lets out an anguished groan. He’s so gentle with me while he kisses me. I push his hair out of his eyes, and he leans into my touch. Is this the same man who’s been conquering the world with my brother?

My head falls back against the pillow as I grab hold of his shoulders. Does a part of me really like my husband?

He pushes me to my side and slaps my ass and I gasp. “That’s what you get for being disobedient.”

I seize his hand and link our fingers together, staring up into his eyes. He looks away all shy and his cheeks flush. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he confesses, and he sounds so young and insecure.

I shake my head. “I don’t know either.” And the confession brings the smug smile back to his face.