Chapter 442 - Mental Asylum (1/2)

A/N: Mature content ahead. 18+

His fingers played with her white panties and a redness crept up her neck, her cheeks turned red.

''You are blushing,'' he remarked.

''You are blind,'' she whispered, biting her bottom lips as she felt his fingers play with the edge of her panties.

''I bet I am not,'' his palm slid inside her panties without any warning and her back arched, ''You are wet,'' he smirked.

She closed her eyes, feeling his finger drawing circles on her clit. Her fingers curled into fists as she grasped the material of the couch in her hand even though it kept slipping from her grip, ''Please…'' she moaned.

''Please what?” he teased her.

''I want you,'' she had zero resistance in front of this man and she admitted defeat. She couldn't play hard to get when every inch of her body craved his touch.

She couldn't leave him when every part of her soul craved his existence.

As she said that, one of his fingers slid inside her wet entrance while his thumb played with her clit.

Her breathing turned ragged and her neck arched. One of her hands gripped the arm of the couch and a gasp escaped her mouth when his left palm cupped her exposed breast, kneading and playing with it. The roughness of his skin was contrasting to her soft breast and it intensified the pleasure that she felt.

He thrust another finger inside her entrance and she moaned, her insides clenching around his fingers.

It felt like he had multiple hands, touching her at all her sensitive spots, pleasuring her in indescribable ways and all she could do was give in to the temptation.

Her eyes rolled back and just as she felt like she was about to come, it was as if someone threw her down from the peak and a sudden emptiness greeted her body at the lack of his touch.

She glanced at him, almost glared at him because of the torture that he inflicted on her.

''You thought you were going to have it easy after trying to run away from me?'' His eyes were darkening with desire and his breathing was ragged as well…

But hell, he was still holding a grudge, ''I am sorry,'' Mia pouted. She licked her bottom lips, ''I was wrong.''

He gulped, restraining himself from taking her right there and then.

He pushed himself to his feet, picking her up in his arms. Her hair came forward by the sudden movement, forming a curtain over his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

Han Jian Yu's hand settled on her bottom while his other hand tucked her hair behind her ear. He looked into her eyes for a few seconds before capturing her lips once again, sucking and biting her lips alternatively as he carried her upstairs.

Mia panted, her breasts rubbed against his hard chest and she could feel his erection through the layers of his pant. She instinctively moved closer to him, rubbing herself against his hardness while he kissed her passionately.

As they reached upstairs, he threw her onto the bed and stepped back, discarding his pants and she admired the sight of his toned legs before her gaze settled on his erection through which she could see through his boxers.