You Make Money, I'll Spend It: Stepmother's Ultimate Pleasure in the Aristocratic Family

Chapter 167

Sheng Mumu gasped in surprise at his sudden action.

Trapped between the door and his chest, Sheng Mumu had nowhere to retreat. Her heart skipped a beat.

The bedroom was only illuminated by rings of light, giving off a dim glow.

The beam from an overhead spotlight shone down, bringing Qi Mo's handsome features into sharper relief.

His brows and eyes were deep set, his nose high-bridged.

Assailing her senses.

Her heart beat faster against her will.

The next second, Qi Mo's tall frame bowed slightly as his long fingers lazily loosened his tie.

Like a mountain, his imposing presence loomed over her.

Blocking out most of the light.

Ink-black eyes grew murky.

Drawing closer and closer.

A soft kiss landed.

Very light, tentatively.

Brushing her brow, the corners of her eyes, a light peck.

Finally stopping at her crimson lips, refusing to leave.

The hand cupping the back of her head held her in place, forcing her to tilt her head back.

Sheng Mumu's back was pressed against the icy door.

Her palms were tightly clenched at her sides, slick with a chill sweat.

Yet her lips were hot, and his breath was hot, impossible to ignore.

Dominance and tenderness intertwined.

It was a very Qi Mo-like kiss.

Her clenched fists gradually relaxed, long lashes fluttering lightly.

Her breath stolen away, words she wanted to say were swallowed up in soft moans.

The clean, refreshing scent that lingered around the man overwhelmed her senses.

Already drunk, and being kissed so gently, she was even more muddled, weak all over.

After some time, Qi Mo finally parted from her lips a little.

Sheng Mumu's face was flushed crimson.

Breathing unevenly, she turned her head aside.

Regaining her breath, she panted lightly.

The man's upright nose touched her cheek as he also breathed heavily.

His eyes had darkened with desire, his gaze shifting downward.

Seeing her delicate, curved collarbones rise and fall with each breath.

Sheng Mumu felt the breaths skimming her cheek grow hotter and hotter.

The temperature steadily climbed.

The man's low, tempting voice drifted over.

"Didn't you just say to give you thirty percent?"

Sheng Mumu's breath hitched. She abruptly turned to face him.

Their eyes met.

"Now I'm at a hundred percent," he said.

Sheng Mumu froze at his words, her eyes complex.

There was shyness, disbelief.

The sly old fox had actually interpreted her drunken words that way.

Qi Mo's pitch-black pupils abruptly tightened, cutting her off.

Drawing out the last syllable,

"I tore that up long ago."

Sheng Mumu: "!!!"

Having finally undone his right cufflink, Qi Mo raised his hand again to loosen his tie.

He slowly leaned in, his handsome face coming closer and closer.

With his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his exquisite, attractive collarbones were half-hidden.

But Sheng Mumu was too nervous to look, her heart about to leap out of her chest.

The man's breath washed over her like a tidal wave.

He grasped her hand.

With no pesky cufflinks to hinder him, he brought her hand over her head.

Pinned it against the door, clasping her wrist.

Her slender, snow-white arm and his muscular one formed a stark contrast.

His hand slid upward, parting her fingers one by one, interlacing them tightly. Sheng Mumu struggled a few times, realizing her hand was immobilized as if welded in place by an iron band.

She could only let the man's face inch closer and closer, right before her eyes.

"You—"

Her unfinished words were silenced once more.

His kiss landed.

Sheng Mumu's body instantly tensed, an involuntary cry escaping her throat.

This time, it was no longer a fleeting taste.

As ferocious as a caged beast set free.

He had been restraining himself for a long time.

The pent-up possessiveness roared out unchecked.

The still waters of his heart were thoroughly disturbed, swirling up in tumult.

The cunning man, a wolf in nature, finally revealed his predatory side.

Gradually deepening the kiss.

As if wanting to mark every inch of her body with his brand.

In the tangled breaths, Sheng Mumu's heart pounded heavily against her chest.

Unconsciously, she had closed her eyes.

Enduring his tempestuous onslaught.

There was no lingering tenderness, no restraint or self-control.

Just a tiny crumbling of her defenses.

Thrilling tremors permeated her.

After some time, Sheng Mumu noticed the large hand pinning her gradually relaxed its grip.

Callused fingertips gently squeezed her fingertips, gliding across her palm.

Tingling sensations spread from her palm outward.

She reflexively jerked her hand back.

The next second, she circled her arms around his neck.

Her boneless hands circled him so lightly, Qi Mo's gaze darkened.

His warm palms slid to her lower back, gently pulling her close.

The man's palms were scorching as a furnace.

Sheng Mumu's cheeks were just as fiery.

In her dazed state, Sheng Mumu even thought that if she struck a match now, her face could probably catch fire.

Her body was limp, a tremendous sense of weightlessness.

As if only by clinging to his broad shoulders could she keep from falling.

Her mind was in turmoil, yet her thoughts had never been clearer.

She was acutely aware that this was the moment.

The moment she was willing to throw all caution to the wind and be with him.

The moment she willingly submitted to his overbearing kiss, giving her no chance to shrink back.

The moment he finally lost control despite his restraint.

A long time passed.

Qi Mo slowly pulled back from the kiss, cradling her face in his hands to force her to look at him directly.

His obsidian eyes were like stars embedded in the night sky, flickering lights.

Because of his arousal, they also held a trace of barely discernible desire, flashing on and off.

Indescribably seductive.

His voice was low and hoarse as he asked,

"Have I caught you yet?"

A belated question—his obtuse attempt at expressing himself.

Unsure, he wanted to hear the answer from her own lips.

The air in the room was stifling, a thin sheen of sweat beading Sheng Mumu's forehead.

Wisps of hair curled alluringly onto her elegant, curved collarbones.

Long lashes fluttered lightly, her eyes filled with rippling waves.

A blush spread from her earlobes to her ears, reddening her fair face.

Breaths coming unevenly, her lips were unnaturally flushed, moist and soft.

She didn't know how utterly bewitching she looked in his eyes just then.

Making him unable to resist the urge to torment her a little.

Light glimmered in Qi Mo's deep, murky eyes.

His Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed tightly, breathing growing ragged as he watched her intently.

Waiting for her answer.

Sheng Mumu gazed into those pitch-black eyes.

She could clearly hear the pounding of her own heart, each beat shattering what remained of her heart's walls.

Over ten seconds ticked by.

But it felt like a century.

She softly exhaled, then steadfastly met his scorching eyes.

Her lids slowly closed, then opened again.

Her chin dipped ever so slightly, the corners of her lips curving up in tacit consent.

Meaning, yes.

Let's be together.