Boundary - Chapter 24

Jin Nanting had never been this angry before.

From suggesting a breakup, to bringing up his mother, to implying that he should never touch her again, Gu Yetong’s thoughts raced ahead, but they landed precisely and heavily on every one of his triggers.

By the time he came to his senses, the woman who became easily agitated once she shed her aloof facade was already pinned against the wall by him.

His knee was wedged between her suspended legs, and his hands, thankfully, were gripping her slender waist rather than her neck. The hurtful words that spilled from her lips were swallowed one by one as he kissed her fiercely.

Her small but strong fists pounded against his shoulders, and her fingers, no longer gentle, raked across his cheeks like claws, leaving bloody marks on his jaw and temples.

“Let me go!” Gu Yetong hissed through gritted teeth when he finally released her lips. “I didn’t come here to beg you to f*ck me.”

The vulgar words that rarely escaped her swollen lips only made his desire grow stronger.

“You have no idea…” He captured her lips again, ignoring her biting as he pried open her mouth, letting the taste of blood mingle between them.

He had been wrong, so terribly wrong.

Who said kissing was inefficient and useless? Every time his lips and tongue tangled with Gu Yetong’s, whether in conflict or play, it effortlessly stirred his desire. Every small movement, every soft whimper from her was a reaction to his influence, and that influence rebounded back onto him.

Whether she liked it or not, he cared.

“You have no idea…” When her legs wrapped around his hips and her hands finally rested quietly on his shoulders, Jin Nanting released her lips, pressing his forehead against hers as he gasped for breath.

“Then let me know,” Gu Yetong grabbed his tie, forcing him to meet her gaze. “If you don’t say anything, how am I supposed to know what I don’t know?”

Her legs tightened around him, tormenting his desire through the layers of fabric.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he said, the tie she held tightening as if it were choking him, making it hard to speak or breathe.

“I’m asking you to be honest. Is that too much?” But the woman showed no mercy, pulling him closer only to push him away the moment he tried to kiss her again.

Though she only pushed him a few centimeters away, Jin Nanting felt as if something had snapped.

“Honest?” He finally lost control, one hand supporting her hips and the other cradling the back of her head, pressing her tightly against him.

“Honest about how every night when I come home and see you… see you lying defenseless in bed, I have to take care of myself in the bathroom just to stop myself from waking you up and f*cking you?”

He couldn’t bring himself to look into her eyes, so he pressed her against his shoulder, whispering hoarsely into her ear, unsurprised when he felt her tremble in his arms.

“Honest about how even then, I often wake up so hard it hurts, forcing me to get up before you do?”

He thrust his hips forward, almost pushing his arrogant cock through the fabric of their pants and into her wet core.

“Honest about how I’m afraid that one day I won’t be able to keep my promise, that I’ll force you to carry my child, force you to do things you don’t want to do?”

He had many rough and dirty fantasies.

When lying beside her, even when sitting alone in this office.

She knew nothing, which was why she dared to ask him to be honest.

Suddenly, the tie around his neck loosened, and the woman’s hands moved to the back of his head.

“You wouldn’t do that,” she whispered in his ear, mimicking his earlier tone, then tilted her head to lick the skin where her nails had scratched him.

She still knew nothing, which was why she dared to tempt him like this.

He tried to avoid her lips, but she kissed him firmly. When her hands moved to his collar and yanked off his tie, it felt as if she had stripped away all his self-control.

Finally, giving in to his instincts, Jin Nanting’s right hand, which had been gripping her hip, slid upward, pulling her shirt out of her pants.

“Don’t overestimate yourself,” he warned her one last time, his fingers undoing the button of her trousers.

“I just believe in you,” the woman ignored his warning, kicking off her shoes as her hands hurriedly unbuckled his belt. “If you’re afraid, it means you won’t do it, right?”

“You have no idea…” he repeated. Slipping off her troublesome pants, Jin Nanting lifted her out of the fabric pooled at her feet and carried her to the leather office chair behind the desk.

“All I know…” Her legs and arms wrapped tightly around him, as if entrusting all her weight to him, “is that I won’t let you do it. I won’t let you break your promise.”

Her words were so light, yet so heavy.

He carefully placed her in his usual office chair, tucking a cushion he had grabbed from the visitor’s sofa by the door behind her lower back. Then, kneeling on one knee in front of her, he spread her legs over the armrests of the chair.

He peeled away her mist-gray lace panties, eagerly taking the bud hidden in the garden into his mouth, his tongue greedily lapping up the nectar that spilled from her petals. He was rewarded with the sight of the sharp-tongued woman arching her back, her moans reduced to incoherent whimpers as his fingers worked her.

One of her hands tangled in his hair, urging him to explore every corner of her with his lips and tongue, while the other unbuttoned her shirt and guided his free hand to her bre*st.

He certainly wouldn’t refuse her first invitation, taking over for the fabric as he cupped her full, soft bre*st the moment her bra came undone.

“Is this what you want? Hmm?”
He mercilessly kneaded her until her smooth ni*ple hardened into a bud in his palm, until the pale flesh spilled over his fingers. And his tongue, in the intervals between his fingers’ thrusts, mimicked the rhythm and speed of intercourse, moving freely in her slick, narrow passage.

“To be pinned down by your husband and fucked anytime, anywhere, regardless of the occassion?”

Under his lewd words, her core began to tremble irregularly. When her fingers tightened in his hair, a sweet stream of nectar gushed from her, caught entirely by his mouth.

After her climax, the woman lay lazily in his office chair like a cat, her half-lidded eyes and flushed lips, ni*ples, and core standing out vividly against the black leather.

Without looking away from her debauched state, Jin Nanting reached down and unzipped his pants.

But the moment her eyes refocused, she suddenly lifted her legs, one resting on his shoulder while the other pressed her delicate foot against his newly freed erection.

Before that morning’s lovemaking, he had never imagined he would crave a woman’s feet. Someday, he would truly release himself between them.

The woman, her watery eyes locking onto his, smirked mischievously. “Jin Nanting, it seems like you’re the one being pinned down now.”

You little minx.

He had known it all along—Gu Yetong, when aroused, was a tormenting little goblin