Mr. Tycoon's Daring Wife

Yang Feng was careful to not disturb the innocent mind of his wife. His tender eyes fully mirrored his intentions and his mouth obliged with his brain. He only shared the parts of betrayal and never went beyond that. The torture and other actions inflicted by his men were deliberately left out. He was not going to corrupt his wife or put a disturbing image into her mind.

Zhao Lifei felt doubtful her husband only inflicted psychological pain upon Zheng Tianyi. She could see it in his eyes. The folds of devious black hid layers of malice, all of which, she knew she couldn't handle. She was grateful to not have morning sickness or frequent urges to throw up. Fearful that the full-story would make her stomach lurch on the spot, she didn't probe any longer.

"I didn't know Xia Mengxi was cheating with Zheng Tianyi's younger brother." She finally said after a long silence. During their conversation, they had somehow moved onto the couch in their room. Her body sunk into the inviting cushion and her shoulders were at ease with him beside her.

Zhao Lifei knew men were easily drawn and attached to Xia Mengxi. The faux, angelic allure tugged their heartstrings. It roped them into a long line of suitors. She had enough admirers and second male-leads to start a Korean drama of her own. Who would've thought the person she truly fancied was the younger brother of her lover? It was a plot-twist that no one had expected.

"Everyone has skeletons in their closet. Some hide it better than others." Yang Feng explained, reaching his hands out and resting it on her lower back. Instead of pulling her to him, he eased himself towards her.

Slowly, he dropped his head to the side of her neck, his warm lips pressing open-mouth kisses upon her soft flesh. A soft, distinctive sound wandered into his ears when he found her favorite spot. A low, husky voice rasped, "I believe you took fancy in a lingerie store previously… Won't you show me the outfits you've picked out?" He didn't give her a choice, for his hands were already helping her take off her clothes.

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Fulfilled and satisfied, Zhao Lifei was proud to realize, for once, he was the first to fall asleep. His well-toned arms were slung over her hips, seemingly lazy and playful. His innocuous expression betrayed the strong, iron-grip he had over her naked body filled with his marks.

When he was awake, his face was a daring wonder to behold. Nonchalant with hidden intentions, devious and mischievous, everything that described the devil, could be used to describe him. Yet, when his eyes were peacefully shut, his beauty shunned the angels.

Her finger slowly traced over his sleeping features. She started from his thick, ravenous lashes before trailing downwards over his rugged, prominent nose. Similar to the structure of blue-blood royals, there was not a feature amiss.

Her feather-light touches could be mistaken for a wisp of an unnoticeable breeze. Her skin burned bright like the flames of her heart when her traveling fingers stopped at the corner of his mouth. She was bright-red from the vivid memory of the wicked things his tongue could do to her. The simple flick of it was enough to earn a breathy moan from her and his lips, nothing in the world was as sweet and delectable as they are.

Then, her crimson skin calmed when she recounted how crazy she had driven him. She tempted him beyond return and forced him to comply with her slow, strip-tease.

Happy that she had tired him out, instead of the other way around, Zhao Lifei leaned up and gently kissed his lips. Slow, sensual her lips moved on its record. She kept it brief and pulled back when he slightly stirred.

"Mmm… Lifei?" His voice, lethargic and thick with drowsiness, sent her heart skyrocketing. His eyes were slightly open and she placed her hand over it, blocking out the dim light from the night lamp behind her.

"Go back to sleep." She whispered, keeping her hand in place for a few seconds. The bed dipped and the blankets crinkled when he shuffled closer to her, engulfing her into his body. She could feel his calming warmth cover over the icy goosebumps lingering on her skin. Like his body, she relaxed and melted against him. Finally, his taunt body eased.

Hesitantly and slowly, she lifted her hand. Unknowingly, her lips quipped into a fond, little smile. "Goodnight, Yang Feng." Her heavy eyes closed. Silence ensued. After what felt like a minute or two, he responded, "Goodnight, my beloved."

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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CONTENT IS UNSUITABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN. NSFW CONTENT IS UP AHEAD. IF YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE READING IT, PLEASE SKIP AS IT DOESN'T CONTAIN MAJOR PLOT.

The next morning, Zhao Lifei rose from the bed bright and early. Well, she attempted to do so but failed miserably. A heavyweight was forcing her body into the bed and regardless of how much she squirmed for escape, it didn't allow her to do so. Relenting to it, she lazily opened her eyes. Her heart was caught in her throat when she was greeted with his breathtaking smile first thing in the morning.

"You seemed like you've slept well." Zhao Lifei commented, shifting her body into a comfortable position. His hands explored her small back before reaching the nape of her neck and pushing back her messy hair.

"Believe me, I slept exceedingly well." He husked, scooting closer. Nothing could fit through their pressed bodies, not even a thin sheet of paper. Last night wasn't enough to satisfy his greedy hunger. He was careful with her and for once, made love at a human pace of two, long rounds.

"W-wasn't last night enough to satisfy you?" Regardless of how many times they did it, she was still shy about it. Her actions last night, and the tiny flicker of flame in her eyes suggested otherwise.

"You always satisfy me, in more ways than one." He drawled out, his voice deeper than the trenches of the ocean.

"Then what are your hands doing?"

His hands had unknowingly moved and one of them was slipping very close to her womanhood. Her voice was caught in her throat when his lips slowly tilted up, into a naughty smirk. "What do you mean?" He innocently asked her, settling his hands upon her hips.

Their teasing took a complete 180 degree turn when she abruptly changed their position. His eyes briefly widened the slightest when he found her on top of him. He thought he would be seducing her this morning, not the other way around. His heart raced when she pressed her hand upon his firm chest and teasingly slide upwards. Her milky, white legs were slung on either side of him, straddling too close to his hardening rod. Everywhere her hands had grazed turn scalding hot, burning for more of her touch. She didn't do much to him and he was already lusting for her without question.

"What are you doing?" His voice, restrained and hoarse, stroked her ego the same way he wished she would stroke his member. Her glistening eyes turned a shade darker, mirroring his desire-driven eyes.

"I don't know, Mr. President, why don't you tell me?" Her sultry voice, dripping with sweetness, sent shivers down his spine. She was in full control of him. Whatever she desired to do to him, he would gladly take it with open arms.

His eyes darkened incredibly when she bent her body forward, purposefully giving him the perfect view of her breasts and the dip of it. He thought she was going to kiss him and the idea itself sent his heart lurching for more. Shrouded by her feminine scent, he was at a loss of what to do. Her lips were so close to his, that he held his breath in anticipation. She was so close now, he could practically taste her heavenly lips. She kissed the corner of his mouth. A dark, dangerous growl rumbled his chest, sending shivers down her spine. She could feel the clench of his muscles beneath her and the pooling warmth underneath her belly.

"Lifei."

"Yes, Yang Feng?" She responded, her voice dripping with innocence, a hand traveling up his neck, settling at the base of it, teasing the skin. Finally, he caved in to the temptation and gave her whatever she wanted.

He swallowed, hard. In a restrained and desperate voice, he rasped, "Please."

She placed a finger on her chin and batted her pretty little lashes at him. Pretending she was oblivious to his desires, she purposefully drove him insane.

"How much do I have to beg—"

She answered his question with her body. Without warning and before he could prepare himself, she raised her hips and plunged her core over his throbbing member. He sucked in a sharp breath of air at the unexpected shock of pleasure. Enthralling and too pleasurable for him to grasp control of his restraints, he roughly grabbed her hips. Her soft hands, mirroring her tender flesh, rested upon his calloused knuckles, seemingly telling him to relax.

She could feel his pulsing, hot rod twitch inside of her when she slowly moved her hips. It was her first time initiating a position like this and she didn't know what to do.

Seemingly reading her mind, he whispered, "Whatever pleases you will please me."

Zhao Lifei didn't need to be told twice. She moved her hips with confidence, slowly, surely, but firmly. Her breathing turned erratic, desperate when he began to guide her and raise his lower body up to meet her teasing. Soon, it became passionate and heated, as they lost themselves to intoxicating pleasure. Loud moans filled the room, mingling with occasional grunts and groans. Together, they climbed the peak to pleasure, and together, they climaxed.