Chapter 94: Domineering (2)

The more Nan Zhi struggled, the tighter he pressed her down.
The hard fabric of his shirt scraped against her delicate skin, and it felt as though a heavy stone was crushing her chest, making it impossible to breathe.
His kiss was fierce and wild, ravaging her like a storm. His burning tongue forced its way between her lips, dominating her, curling around her own tongue that tried desperately to escape.
Perhaps because she was being plundered, her mind was starved of oxygen—she grew increasingly dizzy and weak.
It was so unbearable she wished she could die.
She didn’t know how she had managed to attract such a ruthless, unreasonable tyrant.
His scent—a crispness tinged with smoke and alcohol—flooded her mouth, powerful and overwhelming, impossible to resist, scorching her like a blazing fire.
Mu Sihan himself didn’t know what had come over him. She had clearly been touched by another man; why didn’t he find her filthy? On the contrary, she tasted as sweet as a cherry.
The rush that no other woman could give him surged hotly below his abdomen.
Nan Zhi, both ashamed and furious, seized a gap to catch her breath and growled at him, “Mu Sihan, you bastard!”
His dark eyes locked onto hers, fathomless as a black hole, so deep and dangerous she felt she might be sucked in entirely.
He curled one corner of his lips, his smile wicked and bloodthirsty. “Woman, from the moment you provoked me, you should have known this day would come!”
He gave her no chance to speak again, sealing her lips once more with a savage kiss.

The kiss was wild and domineering.
Nan Zhi felt like a fish laid out on a chopping block, gasping out of water, struggling in vain—exposed to the air, helpless as someone took a sharp knife and sliced her apart.
Their breaths, their skin, everything was burning hot.
When the kiss finally ended, he didn’t leave her lips. Slowly, he kissed away the silver thread drawn from her mouth, his gaze sharp and icy. “You’re already dirty. I won’t take you, but I’ll make sure you never forget tonight.”
Nan Zhi’s hair was in disarray, her eyes red and blazing. She glared resentfully at his impassive face, her chest heaving. “A man like you will never deserve anyone’s love or respect!”
He let out a cold laugh, said nothing more, and stripped every last piece of clothing from her body.
Nan Zhi’s pride had always been fierce; what he did was like carving deep wounds across her heart.
Her aversion—her hatred for him—grew uncontrollably.
If there were a knife now, and her hands were free, she would not hesitate to plunge it into him.
Mu Sihan stood by the bed, unfastening each button on his black shirt, the metallic buckle of his belt—
The smile at his lips was devilish.
He grabbed her face, biting her lips. “My little kitten, you’ve been kissed and touched by me. Only my mark stays on you.”
What belonged to him, only he could touch; unless he said otherwise, no one else could lay a finger on her.

Nan Zhi stared at him, a man mad with rage, and her heart trembled in fear.
The obsession, the madness, the possessiveness that radiated from him—none of it belonged to a sane person.
Nan Zhi opened her mouth to speak, but he gave her no chance, silencing her, his hands roaming her body without restraint.
Perhaps because he found her dirty, he didn’t force himself on her directly, but instead subjected her to endless humiliation.
Nan Zhi broke out in a sweat, her damp hair sticking to her pale face.
She stared at the ceiling, her eyes empty and hopeless.
The humiliation lasted nearly an hour.
When he finally left her, her stomach churned violently.
Lying at the edge of the bed, she retched dryly.
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