The Overnight Chosen Wife: Darling, Kiss Me Deeper

"Why have you been so naughty?" He asked her with a glare, as he spanked her yet again. 

"I didn't. I had to…I had a lot of work to do." She was utterly speechless. Did he think she was a child? He was seriously… 

Just as she thought about it, she felt his hand rubbing her backside and her face flushed scarlet. What was he doing? Honey, we are still in the car. The chauffeur is still here… 

She was yet to voice this out when his palm landed yet again, making her let out an ambiguous-sounding yelp. She covered her mouth in embarrassment. She had finally understood what he meant this morning when he said that he had doted on her too much. Was this his way of teaching her a lesson? 

At the front, the chauffeur desperately minded his own business and ignored whatever was happening behind him. 

Xiehan looked at the little thing who had finally stopped struggling to leave his lap and swiped her hair off her face. "Will you continue to disregard your health and work overtime?" 

She finally had a chance to explain. "Honey, I'm not disregarding my health. It's just…" 

"Mmh?" She felt his hand rise behind her and closed her eyes. However, what she was waiting for did not arrive. Instead, she heard a sly threat. "If I don't teach you a good lesson tonight, my surname is not Ji." 

They had arrived at her apartment, and he pulled her hand and led her out of the car. He dragged her all the way to her apartment and as soon as the door opened, he pinned her against the wall. 

He pressed a kiss on her lips before she could gather her brains, as his hand circled her small waist. He kissed her demandingly, making her body go limp as he took her tongue in his mouth and sucked on it. 

Just as she wrapped her arms around his neck, he took her small hands and held them above her head, securing both of her wrists with one of his hands.

Looking down at her seductively, his fingers traced her shoulders and found the hem of her short, peach dress. He gently lifted it and caressed her thigh upwards in slow strokes. 

Her skin felt as though it was on fire as his fingers slid against it, and she so badly wanted to touch him too—but her hands had been held too tightly. He caressed her inner thighs upwards but just when he was a tiny inch away from the part she wanted him to touch the most, he stopped. 

Seeing his evil grin, she knew that he was doing it on purpose. 

Her slight disappointment quickly morphed into excitement when he slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. He ripped her bra off and kissed her shoulder, trailing down her b.o.o.b.s. Her breath accelerated as she felt his tongue slide down her skin, igniting a fire under her skin. He sucked on her skin gently, making a gasp escape her lips. He took one of her n.i.p.p.l.es between his thumb and forefinger and took the other in his mouth. Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click <a href="#&apos;t-teach-you-a-good-lesson-my-surname-is-not-ji_52016124073665567">#&apos;t-teach-you-a-good-lesson-my-surname-is-not-ji_52016124073665567</a> for visiting.

Alas, he stopped just as he thought that he was going to suck on it. 

He was totally doing it on purpose! 

He touched and teased her in places she so badly wanted to be touched, but just when she was about to hit the peak of her excitement, he would stop. 

Too weak to move, she leaned in his embrace and tried to pry her wrists out of his grip. 

Kissing her lips, he carried her to her room and threw her onto the bed, trapping her between his body and the bed. 

He tugged on her dress that was halfway undone and pulled it off her body along with her soaking wet panties. His grin was full of mischief when he looked into her eyes, and she was yet to figure out what he was up to when he parted her thighs and held them in place. The words she was about say turned into a m.o.a.n when his tongue suddenly came into contact with her aroused clit. 

Her back arched as she threw her head back, m.o.a.ning and whimpering in immense pleasure. She so badly wanted him… so badly wanted to feel his manhood inside her. 

But just when she was a second close to her climax, he stopped. 

An alluring smirk formed on his thin, s.e.xy lips as he exited the room, leaving her all hot and needy. 

She closed her eyes and finally understood what he meant by teaching her a lesson. This was torture! Moving her body, she wondered whether he was coming back. She waited for a while, but the man seemed to be determined to torture her. 

What was worse, she couldn't stop her mind from running wild. She couldn't get his s.e.xy, masculine body out of her mind, nor could she stop thinking about what would have happened if he didn't leave just now. 

Her right hand unconsciously cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t, her left hand sliding down her body as she recalled the feeling of his touch. Unable to take it anymore, she slid off the bed intending to follow him out. Just as her hand connected with the door knob, the door opened and he walked in. 

Wordlessly, he grabbed her, bent her over the edge of the bed and thrust into her roughly. A sudden m.o.a.n left her lips. 

"I will not be gentle." He pulled her hair out of her face and warned beside her ear, before he picked up his pace and made hard, rough love to her. 

When he hit his climax, she slumped on her stomach, trembling from the innumerable orgasms she had just had. 

He climbed onto the bed and pulled her tired, flushed body into his arms. 

When her heartbeat had slowed down a bit, she looked up at him. "Honey, was that supposed to be punishment? Because if it is, then aren't you luring me into making more mistakes?"