The Tycoon's Daring Wife

"Madam, there is a letter addressed to you." The housekeeper said the next morning when she caught Zhao Lifei walking down the large, double staircase leading to the entrance. She was dressed plainly, and even so, the clothes didn't do her beauty justice.

"It appears to be from Matriarch Ge Yafan." The housekeeper added on when Zhao Lifei gingerly took the crisp white envelope. There was a vintage wax seal upon it, with the symbol of "Ge." ;

Opening the letter, Zhao Lifei found herself faced with a maroon-colored invitation rimmed with shimmery silver. Her eyebrows raised at each sentence:

'Sweet child,

Do younglings even send letters these days? Well, nevermind that response, I still enjoy sending out letters like this. I would love to formally invite you to a small banquet on Saturday afternoon. It would bring me the greatest happiness if you could come. You do not have to respond to this invitation or RSVP. ;

With warm regards,

Ge Yafan'

"Please place this on my vanity for safe-keeping." Zhao Lifei placed the invitation back into the envelope and passed it to the housekeeper.

"Right away, Madam." The housekeeper nodded her head, her small curls bouncing with the tiny movement. She bowed a bit and retreated up the stairs.

"Where are you heading to so early in the morning?" Yang Feng mused from the top of the staircase, adjusting his suit tie. He had finished dressing and expected for her to still be lounging in the bedroom, but when he came out, she was nowhere to be found. ;

Zhao Lifei turned around slow enough for him to walk down the stairs. "I was hoping to check in on Lu Minhong and then head to work today." ;

Yang Feng was standing close enough for her to grab him, but far enough to maintain a safe distance. "Were you planning on leaving without a goodbye kiss?" He asked her with a serious tone. ;

The corners of her lips tug upwards at his words as she stepped closer to him. Her hands reached up and adjusted his tie to perfection. ;

Yang Feng prepared himself for a sweet kiss from his adoring wife. She already had something to grab onto and tug him down. He easily allowed her to bring his face down to her.

"Close your eyes." She whispered, her minty breath fanning his face. He easily obliged as her hands slowly detached themselves from his tie. A second passed, then two, and a small breeze of air passed by him.

Yang Feng's brows tugged together impatiently when he felt the small pressure on his body disappearing with a gust of wind. By the time his eyes opened, she was already at the front doors of the entrance with a teasing smile. ;

"Where's my kiss?" He shamelessly demanded again, storming to her, his long legs easily maneuvering to her. But she was quicker and had slammed the door right on his face. He opened it without hesitation, fast enough to rip the door off of his hinges. It was already too late and his daring wife had escaped down the stairs and was speed-walking to the car.

She thought she was fast enough to avoid him and did a small dance without realizing how close he was to grabbing her arms. Sliding into the car, she was prepared to close it only for a hand to rudely grab the top of it.

Zhao Lifei jumped at the forceful prying and it happened all too quickly for her to comprehend. She blinked once and the devilishly handsome face of the demon king popped into her vision. Shivering at the heat in his eyes, ignited by her senseless teasing, she felt herself trapped.

His thumb and forefinger pinched her small chin when he drew her face closer to his. His voice, soft like summer rain, send shivers down her spine. "Do you truly think you can outrun me, my sweet?" He taunted, slowly leaning forward.

"I wasn't--"

"I've yet to punish you for your teasing last time." Yang Feng murmured, his lips only a breath away from her. ;

Through her wide eyes, she could see the darkening of his eyes when she nervously licked her lips. His eyes swiftly followed the motion, as she swallowed. His temptation was too hard to resist. Being so close to him, she was flooded with his signature scent of citrus ocean mixed with hints of spice and earthiness. His scent was enticing her to draw closer to him. ;

Courage rushed through her, prompting her mouth to say, "What are you going to do about it?"

The second these words left her mouth, she found herself pinned beneath him, her back stretching over the car. The door slammed shut and she was completely trapped inside. Her head snapped to the driver's seat and found it was empty. Without a doubt, the chauffeur left them a long time ago.

Zhao Lifei attempted to squirm away from him, but he grabbed both of her hands and pinned it above her. His legs pinned hers down while his other hand began to teasingly trail up her right hip. "I've never done it in a car before." His voice, dangerously seductive, forced her toes to curl in anticipation. ;

"W-we have work." She tried to reason with him when his face drew closer to her. Her body betrayed her words when it heated from the slightest teasing of his hand. She didn't think his rough hands could be so soft and ticklish until one of them was creeping closer to the edges of her bra.

"I think you should be more concerned about your ability to walk after this." He responded, bending his head. Her eyes fluttered shut, thinking he would kiss her. But his sweet lips never came close to it, instead, it opted for her exposed neck. He pressed a small, open-mouthed kiss upon it, suckling on the sensitive skin. She angled her face to the side to give him better access, as sparks tingled from the simple kiss. She thought he would give her more, and when he didn't, she let out a sound of frustration.

"Don't tease me."

"This doesn't equate to a fraction of what you do to me." His husky voice forced her to open her eyes and she wished she didn't. Coming face to face with the burning fire of his eyes, she found herself inclined to let him do as he pleased with her. Slowly, he released her hands while one of it reached behind her, inching closer to the clasp of her bra as one of his hands skimmed her thin underwear. Her heart raced, but the rationality in her brain terrorized her frozen body. If the car was parked elsewhere, perhaps she wouldn't have minded doing it inside. But it was parked right in front of their house, in broad daylight where the servants could easily see a shaking vehicle.

"I'll be good." She blurted out, her words freezing his actions. He bit down on his lips, his hands determined in stripping her undergarments.

"You tend to lie about these things." He teased her, his fingers grasping onto the thin materials of her lace underwear. Testing her waters, he began to tug it down, his actions sending her into a frenzy of panic.

His eyes briefly widened when she placed a hand behind his neck and brought his face down to hers. She locked their lips together in a feverous kiss that reminded them of the passionate nights they shared. A flash of an image went through her mind, where his hands and mouth were sweetly tormenting her body, unrelenting to her pleas. ;

Zhao Lifei greedily kissed him, as if she was hungry for more of him. Their lips never ceased as he leaned down to press their bodies together. One of his hands cupped her face and the other angled her face, deepening their kiss. He licked her bottom lip and she granted him easy access to her mouth. She quivered upon the stroke of his tongue. He broke away to give her space to breath, but his lips continued attacking her. He kissed the side of her neck, earning a breathless moan from her. Finding her most sensitive spot, he began to suckle upon the area, biting and licking the spot, sending a slight tremor of pain, only to relieve it with his reassuring kiss. It didn't take long for her to doubt the idea of not doing it in the car. Her body hummed in reply to his traveling hands that had snuck underneath her skirt and wandered around her thighs. Her breath hitched when his thumb grazed her inner thigh, so close to the pool of heat. Her heart picked up in beats, waiting for him to do something.

And then it all ceased, forcing her eyes to snap open.

"What--"

"Have a good day at work, my love." He let out a dark, taunting chuckle before exiting the car, leaving her hot and bothered on the seats. ;