Chapter 214: Despair Casino (11)
"Forced?" Yan Qiao scoffed, turning back to stare fixedly at Ji Ning. "You tell me, did I force you?"
"No, no." Ji Ning's hair stood on end under his gaze.
You're softer when you've taken someone's food and money; she'd eaten his and taken his today, so she couldn't very well go back on her word now and make him lose face.
Ji Ning turned to soothe Song Weiyang. "Yan Qiao didn't force me, it's really fine. I'm trading with him willingly."
Yan Qiao cast a dismissive glance at Song Weiyang. "You heard her. Let go."
Song Weiyang wasn't afraid of Yan Qiao, nor did he care about him. He only looked at Ji Ning, searching her eyes to see if she was truly alright.
Ji Ning met his gaze, knowing he was worried and concerned about her, and flashed him a smile. "Alright, isn't this kind of thing normal here? Right? Don't worry."
Only then did Song Weiyang release her, watching helplessly as Yan Qiao led Ji Ning away.
Her plan to earn extra money had been interrupted. Before Ji Ning's mind could even process any shame about the money-for-sex transaction, after agonizing over it for a long time, she decided she had to ask Yan Qiao for a promise before anything happened. She couldn't wait until after.
She stopped walking and struggled hard against his grip.
Yan Qiao frowned and looked back at her, thinking she was having second thoughts. His expression was deeply displeased.
"Um…" Ji Ning was momentarily tongue-tied. Because her hand was already aching from Yan Qiao's grip, she couldn't move it and could only tug him into swaying slightly. Then she pleaded in a small voice, "I still need four hundred chips. Can you gamble with me one more time later?"
Yan Qiao was so exasperated he laughed. "You can't even look after yourself, and you're still thinking about raising money for that guy Song? Put away your charity, great philanthropist. You still have the mind to think about other things now? I think you've never tasted hardship and don't know what fear is."
"Ding—"
The elevator arrived. Yan Qiao simply yanked Ji Ning inside, pushing her face-first against the mirrored wall of the elevator car.
There were other people in the elevator, but Yan Qiao acted as if he saw nothing. His body pressed Ji Ning so she couldn't move at all. He leaned close to her ear and said darkly, "Did you really think I'd be tender and gentle?"
Pinned down, Ji Ning was forced to lift her head, her chin pressed against the cold wall.
Through the mirror, she could see Yan Qiao's face was frighteningly grim, the hand braced beside her ear bulging with veins. He looked like he wanted to devour her.
"Then what will you do?" she managed to get out a complete sentence with difficulty.
Yan Qiao thrust his lower body forward, slamming heavily against Ji Ning's backside, and ground out a vicious sentence. "I'll teach you the meaning of regret."
Ji Ning clicked her tongue inwardly. Wasn't his line reeking of a cover-up?
He looked terrifying, but really, he was just a twisted, tsundere man.
She turned her head, coming face-to-face with Yan Qiao, and looked into his eyes. "I already know the meaning of regret, but I won't regret this."
Yan Qiao's temple throbbed, his breathing growing ragged. The moment the elevator doors opened on his floor, he dragged Ji Ning out, striding straight toward his rented room under a barrage of curious stares.
He was tall, long-legged, and strong; Ji Ning was practically towed along by him.
Once inside the room, he threw her onto the bed. Her box flew from her hand, the unlatched clasp popping open on impact, chips scattering across the floor.
Yan Qiao's own box was also tossed aside, landing with a heavy, muffled thud.
Without blinking, he undid his belt in a few swift motions and bound Ji Ning's hands together, securing them to the carved, openwork headboard.
Ji Ning's shoes were all over the bedsheets, but she had no time to worry about that now.
"This room, 539, you were here yesterday too?" Yesterday, she and Song Weiyang had been in 538, right next door.
Yan Qiao was rolling up his sleeves. He lifted his eyelids to glance at her. "Yes. You were so loud last night. If you're not louder than that in a moment, don't even think about leaving this room."
Although the moment seemed dangerous, now that they were on the bed, Ji Ning was instead completely fearless, even daring to joke with him. She blurted out, "How loud I am still depends on how good you are, doesn't it?"
Livestream comments:
"Hahahahaha Ji Ning just broke Yan Qiao."
"When it comes to handling Yan Qiao, it's gotta be our Ning-Ning."
"Hahahahahaha laughing so hard I'm pounding the table."
Yan Qiao's hands, in the middle of rolling his sleeves, froze. His face cycled through shades of blue and white, a truly spectacular sight.
He straddled Ji Ning's body, pinched her face, and said through gritted teeth, "How dare you say anything? Aren't you afraid I'll really hurt you?"
Ji Ning thought to herself silently: her aunt had said that training a dog can't rely solely on love and education; you have to establish the owner's authority.
Given Yan Qiao's personality, if she was always meek and obedient, she probably wouldn't be able to truly get close to him.
Now that they were entangled and about to have a physical relationship, Ji Ning was even more certain of her desire to tame him and connect with his heart.
What she was about to do was an attempt she had never made before.
Ji Ning faced the difficulty head-on, lifting her chin to look directly into Yan Qiao's eyes, her gaze actively entangling with his. "We're already in bed. Other than hurting me with your cock, how else could you hurt me?"
Yan Qiao was amused by her. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I could bite you with my teeth, finger you, hang you up and spank your cunt and your ass until you're crying pitifully and begging me."
Then he caught the tender flesh of Ji Ning's neck in his mouth, baring his canine teeth and biting down.
Half of Ji Ning's body went numb, but with her hands tied, she couldn't move. She could only moan out to relieve the unbearable sensation. "Mmph… are you a puppy? Why are you biting?" Her voice was soft and pliant, turning into an aphrodisiac coquettish complaint.
"Yeah, I'm a dog, a horny male dog in heat. Want to get fucked to death by a horny dog?" Yan Qiao asked in a low voice.
Tied up, Ji Ning felt no sense of security, yet at the same time, a powerful desire was stirred within her.
She rubbed her leg against Yan Qiao's calf, nestling against the crook of his neck and swallowing hard. "Have you wanted to fuck me for a long time? Otherwise, how could you bear to spend seven million just to get me into bed?"
Yan Qiao hadn't expected her to guess that too. He admitted it openly. "I had my eye on you from the leaderboard. And you know Song Weiyang. I had to have a taste no matter what."
"I'm just afraid that once you've tasted the marrow, you'll never be able to forget me." Ji Ning lifted her head and kissed Yan Qiao on the lips. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, gliding over his teeth, meticulously licking that wicked, coldly gleaming canine tooth of his. She even licked from the outside to the inside, scraping against the sensitive roof of his mouth.
Yan Qiao's eyes widened, a jolt like electricity shooting through his entire body, intensely stimulating.
He rarely felt such powerful anticipation for sex. At this moment, his lower body felt like it was about to burst, and every complex emotion in his mind was instantly forgotten, wiped completely clean.
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