Mr. Tycoon's Daring Wife

Zhao Lifei shut her eyes. She shuffled her feet while waiting for his lips. She waited. And waited. Then waited longer, until she was becoming impatient, her soft brows drawing together to form creases on her forehead.

"I believe we should get ready for our day."

Her eyes flew open at his words. He was at the other side of the room, his towel gone and replaced with one of his well-fitted black slacks.

He...He...Did he really just do that?!

Angrily, she took off one sandal and chucked it at him, only for him to easily catch it without looking. He turned around, a prominent smirk on his smug face.

'Why, that little devil!' She fumed inside of her head.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He provoked her, watching the little kitty extend her claws. He made a grand show of putting on his black button ups whilst flexing his muscles at the same time, continuing to tease her.

"You tricked me!" She adorably stomped her foot like the cute, but incredibly spoiled child that she was.

"If you want a kiss, you have to come and get it yourself." He repeated his previous words, taking the sweetest time buttoning his cuffs. He turned around to grab his tie and right when he was about to place it on and button his clothes, something soft collided against his back.

Without warning, she swiveled his body to face her and then yanked his neck down, her lips sealing over his.

Her lips moved hesitatingly against his before she became a bit more confident by nipping his bottom lip, licking it and asking for entrance. He did not give it to her. Angry at this, she forcibly pried it open and thrust her tongue into his enticing and heavenly sweet mouth.

Yang Feng kept his lips shut, even when he wanted to kiss her back with equal passion. His fingers itched to touch her, to pull her body against his, but he did not act upon his desires yet. He remained silent while blissfully enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm lips against his. She was doing wonders to his body without even trying to.

Zhao Lifei saw he was holding back and intentionally not responding to her kisses. She smirked a bit. 'We'll see about that.'

She took him by complete surprise when her hand brushed against his intimate area before she pressed her hand close to his v-line sliding her way up, feeling every crevice of his muscles, her finger running along his abs.

His entire body shuddered at the cold sensation against his overly-warm body.

Zhao Lifei could feel his muscles clench and tighten beneath her hands, hardening in the same way his member did. Her hand continued to explore his body, teasing him whilst testing his limits and control.

Yang Feng could not hold himself back anymore.

His arms snaked around her waist, dragging her to him just as she pulled back to breathe before her lips latched onto his again. When he was about to respond to her lips, ready to kiss the daylights out of her, enough to toss her onto the bed and have his way with her body, until she was writhing beneath him, begging for mercy, everything stopped. She literally stopped.

Zhao Lifei pulled back from the kiss and pushed his hands away.

Yang Feng's mind could not register what had just happened. One minute she was kissing him, driving him to the brink of sanity, and the next, she was gone.

He was frustrated, his member was frustrated, every inch of him was burning with passion — ready to take their relationship to a whole new level. But it didn't happen. And that bothered him more than he thought it would.

"Where are you going?" He rushed towards her, ready to hungrily kiss her and finally respond to her lips.

"To finish getting dressed. Why do you ask?" She innocently questioned him as she opened her jewelry box.

Yang Feng became silent.

"I...You…" He was at a loss for words. His eyes became dark and without warning, he yanked her to him, slamming her back against his chest.

"Aw, what's wrong, sweetheart?" She laughed while placing her hand upon his flexed arms.

"You know exactly what's wrong." He growled as he pulled her entire body even closer to his so that she could feel the obvious tent in his pants. She could feel it pressing into her derriere.

"Hm, I don't know what you're talking about."

Two could play this game. Yang Feng bent his head to hotly whisper in her ears, "Are you sure?"

His hands began to travel around her body the same way hers had. Her entire body stiffened, entering into a pleasant shock when he suddenly placed a hand over her intimate area, then began to grind his hips against hers. A gasp left her mouth just as her entire body began to heat up, starting from where he touched her.

He turned her around and then pressed a kiss upon her jugular, her eyes fluttering shut. He lavished her neck and the valley of her chest with his kisses, sucking and nibbling on some areas until there were visible marks. He quite liked this shirt on her, it revealed the dip of her chest and hugged her at the right places. Too bad he did not like her wearing it in public.

"More." She quietly whispered when he suddenly pulled back, stopping his assault.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He taunted, using her own words against her. Her eyes opened as she glowered at him.

"You know exactly—"

"Oh and my dear, don't forget to change your shirt." He winked and without looking back, left the room.

Zhao Lifei was confused by what he meant until she turned around and her eyes became as wide as saucers. That...That perverted, sex-hungry brute! There were love bites all around her collarbone and the area above her breast. There was even one at the spot where her neck met her shoulders.

"Bastard!" She hissed, slamming her hands on the table which caused one of her perfumes to roll off the surface.

Yang Feng was buttoning his shirt outside when he heard the sound of something crashing upon the floor, a smirk making its way to his lips. She had seen his marks.

That was the only reaction he needed to hear before making his way downstairs.

Zhao Lifei huffed and puffed all she wanted before finally stomping her way into the closet to pick out a different shirt. She did not think he would be this conniving to trick her into wearing something else.

She had to meet Wei Hantao for lunch today. She'd rather die than let him see the bites on her body. It would be too embarrassing.

Zhao Lifei was forced to wear a white turtle-neck shirt that reached the middle of her neck. She decided to anger him even more by wearing a khaki-plaid tight skirt that stopped on her mid-thigh then paired it with a blazer that was the same length as the skirt. Her legs were revealed and when she grabbed the stilettos, she knew her legs would look even longer in them.

She walked to the staircase, buckled her heels and made her way downstairs.

The sound of her heels against the dazzling and shimmering marble-tiled floor with gold linings was soothing but loud at the same time. It was like tiny firecrackers. The closer she came to him, the more his heart sped up in anticipation.

And when his eyes finally landed upon her, his gaze sharpened. Daring little thing. She was provoking him. Her beautiful legs, stretching for miles, pale and silky smooth, were exposed. He wanted to do nothing but run his hands upon them.

She made eye-contact with him, her golden flames clashing against his obsidian ones. She could see the fury in his eyes, the way his defined eyebrows twitched and his fingers curl into fists. His face was fierce, his nostrils flaring. She watched him clench and unclench his fists while his jaw tightened.

Zhao Lifei winked.

Yang Feng scowled.

She had the audacity to wink at a time like this?! He abruptly stood up, causing her to open the door and like the teasing little kitty she was, she blew him a kiss.

"Have a good day, Mr. Yang~"

And then she walked out of the door.

By the time he stormed his way to the entrance, she was gone, leaving a puff of dust behind. His eyes squinted upon the ruby-red car flying off into the distance, mocking him.