Chapter 7: I Want You
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“Know how much it’s worth? What are you gonna use to repay me?” Ling Tianchen didn’t even glance at the wreckage, his icy, fathomless eyes locking onto her wide, furious ones.
“It’s not even broken—put it back together yourself! If not, do whatever—just take what you want from my place and go!” Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head defiantly, bravado masking her nerves.
That phone did look pricey! But she hadn’t broken it—it just stopped working on its own.
She finally realized yesterday must’ve been cursed—crossing paths with this relentless plague of a man!
“Oh?” A predatory glint flashed in Ling Tianchen’s striking eyes. He grabbed her dodging chin, forcing her to face him, a cold smirk revealing he’d seen through her.
“You think anything in this dump could cover your debt?” This woman was practically begging him to take her as payment!
Su Xiaoxiao swallowed hard. Her place had nothing of value—even the house was rented. Then she remembered the stolen wallets from yesterday, yanking the hefty bag in front of her.
“No idea how much is here—take it all, we’re square!”
“Square? Not quite.” His smile deepened as he edged closer, those big eyes trembling before him, betraying her guilt again.
That tiny red speck at her eye caught him. A long finger brushed it gently—a teardrop mole, legend said, marking a lifetime of tears to repay what that old hag owed him!
“Just a busted phone—I wouldn’t take it for free. I’ve offered all my cash, what more do you want?” Su Xiaoxiao braced her hands on the bed, scooting back half a foot.
The danger rolling off this man was overwhelming—those abyss-deep eyes, glinting with piercing light, made her heart pound with dread the longer she looked!
“A busted phone? Even broken, it’s worth 20 million RMB. You think this petty haul covers it?”
His words were harsh, his stare on her face pure aggression.
“Hiss…” She’d balk at a 2,000-yuan phone—this guy used a 20-million-yuan one? Was his head full of hot air, blowing nonsense like that?!
“You said it—broken, still worth 20 million. So picking it up’s no loss—grab it and get out! Why all this crap?”
Ling Tianchen closed in on that eye-rolling little face, one hand shooting out to pin Su Xiaoxiao flat on the bed.
“You took more than that from me. Want me to tally it all up?” Forget the agony her wretched mother had heaped on him—ruining his pristine image alone was a death sentence!
“Get any closer, and I won’t hold back!” Su Xiaoxiao curled her legs, ready to strike his weak spot with a lethal kick!
“Stop scheming—you can’t hurt me. Watch yourself.” Before her slender legs could spring, Ling Tianchen forced them apart, pinning her whole body to the mattress.
His hulking, heavy frame crushed her, his firm chest squeezing the air from her lungs. Su Xiaoxiao groaned, thrashing wildly.
This humiliating pose yanked last night’s memories back—pain and shame exploding her face into a crimson blaze. “You filthy creep, get off! Assault—!”
Her squirming fueled him, oddly thrilling. Ling Tianchen’s eyes darkened, an unexpected surge of desire crashing in.
“Stop moving, or you’ll regret it!” His hand pinned her flailing face, a low warning growled out. One night, and she already knew how to stoke a man—born a vixen!
Su Xiaoxiao saw the heat in his eyes, his ragged breaths scorching her face with an undeniable burn. Her own face ignited, the ache from last night’s frenzy sharpening.
That growing malice pressed against her, pulsing clearly—this man was a beast in a suit, insatiable anytime, anywhere!
But she was outmatched, terrified. Not wanting another bite from this dog, Su Xiaoxiao went limp, softening until she hoped he’d overlook her, blending into the sheets, the covers, the air itself.
“I won’t move—get up. Let’s talk this out,” she pleaded, voice softening into a surrender.
Ling Tianchen savored the scent along her delicate neck, one hand sliding down her curves. Talk? What was there to talk about—she might as well say she wanted to leave with him.
“Kitten, drop the act. Want to please me? Just say it—I might give you a shot.”
“Hands off! Like hell I’d please you…” Su Xiaoxiao tensed, her brief submission forgotten under this violation. She bent her knee, aiming a fierce strike upward.
Ling Tianchen’s long leg slammed down, crushing her pitiful resistance. “Having fun? Or hinting you like it rough?”
Su Xiaoxiao roared, “What do you want?!”
“As you wish—I want you!” His words unleashed worse—why not savor the meat she’d served up after all her efforts?
“No!” Xiaoxiao fought with everything, last night’s coerced torment enough—she couldn’t endure it again!
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