The Villain And His Sweet Wife

It seemed that Long Xia had made a miscalculation. 

The miscalculation occurred on the days leading up to the coronation, where things she did not expect happened. 

Yuan Bojing's long form flipped on the bed, winding his arm over her body. Her heart pounded as he collected her in his arms. 

He shifted, seeming to wake as he nibbled on the back of her ear, eliciting a moan deep from her throat. 

It was so wrong, yet everything about Yuan Bojing felt like a magnetic pull. Everything between them was sweet to taste but toxic beneath the depths. She was sure she'd fall into his poison. 

Yuan Bojing had followed her home after they fought the foreign mafia men that attempted the Empress's assassination. Long Xia didn't protest it. 

She remembered him falling behind her in the car, in the hallway, leading up to her apartment. He was quiet the entire time, and she did not shut the door on him. She didn't remember if she shut the door at all. Instead, she let him in. When he entered, he said nothing. She said nothing. 

They were at a loss for words until they become nothing but a clash of mouths and a rip of clothes. 

Long Xia could still feel the shudders when she was pressed beneath him. She could still hear the echoes of his groans and the soft praises against her skin. 

She could still not pinpoint how it ended up like this. Again. 

"Why are you still here?" she asked him. 

He kissed over the spot he nibbled on her. "Why? Are you kicking me out?" he countered. 

"No," she answered. "I am just curious as to why you are still here?"

Yuan Bojing paused, releasing his grasp slightly. He caressed her arm with his finger, watching intently as he dragged his hand across her skin. The hairs on her body stood, hyperaware of how his touch made her feel. 

He met her eyes directly. "I can't bring myself to leave." 

Long Xia hated how his words made her heart skip a beat. But she knew better than to trust what he had to say. Why would he join the selection if it were not to antagonize her? And then he happened to fall into her bed shortly before one of them were to meet their demise. He was messing with her head. But this was a game she would not lose. 

"Fine by me. I needed to cum anyway," she spoke again. 

Yuan Bojing came over her so quickly she had no time to react. He straddled her as he faced her. He looked half-annoyed and half-angry. "If all you need is a quick cum, then I'll happily oblige. I know that your fiancé can't seem to satisfy you when you're so eager to spread your legs for me." 

Long Xia slapped him across the face.

She then gasped, realizing what she'd done. "I'm sorry—"

She grabbed his face to hold gently, but she felt something hard nudge her. She looked down, and her eyes widened. 

"Did that seriously turn you on?" Long Xia questioned, exasperated. 

"Yes," Yuan Bojing answered shamefully, rubbing his face. "But that was soft compared to the times you've punched, kicked, and twisted my limbs in unsightly directions." 

"You're crazy," she accused. 

"You make me crazy," he countered, eyes narrowed. 

"Ditto," she seethed. 

Yuan Bojing and Long Xia stared at each other for so long it became a competition. She didn't want to tear her gaze away, and Yuan Bojing held it with challenge.

Yuan Bojing then leaned in close, and Long Xia's eyes could not help but flutter shut. She felt the brush of his mouth on hers first. He licked her top lip, then the bottom. Long Xia opened her mouth, allowing him to glide his tongue against hers. 

His hand went south, so Long Xia flipped over, pinning him beneath her, straddling him. 

While training, it was almost impossible to flip Yuan Bojing over, but he made it easy in the bedroom. He was weightless. 

Yuan Bojing put his hands on her hips, moving as she rocked against his length with her bare flesh. She ground against him, and he groaned. Long Xia kept moving back and forth in waves until Yuan Bojing slipped inside her, hard. 

Long Xia stilled, biting down her lower lip, adjusting to him. Her hands slipped down his arms, pinning him down, entwining their fingers together. Yuan Bojing looked as if he was desperate to pull out and thrust back inside her, but Long Xia kept his hands locked in place. 

"Xia," he breathed. "I want to move." 

She looked down at him. "Hmm…but I'm the one on top?" she teased. 

"Xia, it's either you fuck me like this right now, or I'll get on top, and I'll do it hard. Very hard. Unforgivingly so." 

Long Xia shivered. She was still sore from the last time he did it. 

She kept her eyes on him as she slid up from his length and sat all the way back down. Yuan Bojing shuddered, his eyes closing shut. "Yes," he hissed, as Long Xia fucked him. 

She rolled her hips, gliding over him. She saw him unravel from his messy, tousled hair to the part of his lips. He watched where they met when she slid him balls-deep inside her. Yuan Bojing called out her name, over and over. Xiatian. Xiatian. 

"Miss Long?" they heard a voice come from the hall. 

Long Xia looked up suddenly. Her eyes shot to the door. "Shit!" she whispered. She had forgotten she was supposed to see Jin Qing today. 

Yuan Bojing looked at her intently. 

"Is everything all right?" Jin Qing questioned. "The door was left ajar, and I was worried someone had broken in." 

"No, I'm all right—!" Long Xia started to speak when Yuan Bojing pulled out, only to thrust back inside her. She whimpered. 

"I'm glad," Jin Qing said from the other side of the door. "But are you unwell?"

Long Xia could hardly speak while Yuan Bojing sat up, grabbing hold of her hips. He tugged on a nipple in his mouth. He looked at her. "He's waiting for an answer," he told her. 

Long Xia glared at him. 

"I am fine. Just tired…" she sighed as Yuan Bojing began to move again. She stifled her moans, trying to find her voice again. "I need to get ready…I will meet with you downstairs." 

"I will wait," Jin Qing said. 

At that, they heard him walk away and head to her living room. 

Long Xia glared at Yuan Bojing again, but he put a hand to her clit, and her anger simmered. He then lifted his hips, pumping inside her until she was a shuddering, breaking mess over him. "Bojing...!" She screamed. 

"I love making you come," he panted, as he came.

Long Xia released a breath, realizing she had let lust take over her. Jin Qing was waiting for her downstairs while Yuan Bojing was still inside her. She felt dirty. She felt so dirty that she was afraid she'd never be clean again. "You're despicable," she told him. "Doing that to me while he was inches away."

"I don't remember you protesting," he countered. "You wanted it." 

"I hate you," she told him. 

Yuan Bojing put a hand to his chest. "Ah, but Xia," he looked at her directly. "I love you."