One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love Chapter 5 - He actually kissed her.

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He couldn't spare a thought for her agony right now, consumed only by his shameless craving for her.

For him, this was merely a heated liaison. No man relishes dragging out foreplay, least of all with a woman who sparks no emotion in his heart!

Showing her mercy?

As her boss, he had already offered her a generous payout. Handling this discomfort was her duty.

Her torment, mingled with the injustices and struggles she swallowed down, spilled forth wildly in her tears.

She let out a single cry of anguish, her eyes flushing crimson, yet she clenched her lower lip defiantly, determined not to expose her vulnerability. Still, the savage thrust proved too much to bear. Gasps wracked her until she could contain it no longer, dissolving into broken sobs.

“Oh... oh...” In the end, she crumbled like an abandoned kitten.

The man acted as a merciless tyrant, stripping her bare with ruthless ferocity.

Her endless suffering crashed over her like ceaseless tidal waves; submerged and adrift, she rose and fell without respite.

Gradually yielding, she slipped into a daze. Her fingers groped blindly for purchase, finding nothing to grip. Darkness shrouded her sight, her thoughts a whirlwind of chaos.

Their forms merged seamlessly.

Sweat scorched their skin. Mu Yazhe wove his fingers through her tresses. A fierce hunger gripped him for even more.

Her muddled senses pleaded with him.

In the heat of passion, a warm dampness brushed his neck suddenly. He raised his gaze faintly and caught her gnawing her lip, whimpering through the excruciating torment.

Mu Yazhe’s expression hardened. Staring at her strained little face holding on, he instinctively dipped his head, sealing her lips with his own. His tongue tip breached her mouth, ensnaring the timid one inside. He coiled it with his, swallowing every muffled cry.

To him, a kiss was utterly forbidden!

Kissing implied deep mutual affection!

He had never kissed any woman, viewing their lips as unclean. The females circling him were socialites, heiresses of rich clans, or stars, and he shunned those fluttering moths entirely. Yet inexplicably, he kissed this one.

Truth be told, she claimed his first kiss. He never imagined its taste could be so intoxicating.

Mu Yazhe narrowed his eyes faintly and thrust deeper. Amid choking restraint, he slaked his burning desire with this venomous elixir.

Tender passions bloomed across the bed.

They plunged into rapture....

…

In the enveloping gloom, Yun Shishi's eyes fluttered open. The red blindfold over them dripped with icy perspiration.

Shower water echoed from the bathroom.

She shifted slightly, only for piercing pain to shoot from her fingertips. It stemmed from their fervent union; her fingers had gripped the bed's edge so fiercely that her nails splintered, embedding into her skin.

Forcing composure to soothe herself, she reflected that it was finished. All done... With luck, this single encounter would suffice for conception.

She needed only to bear his baby. Then, she could claim the funds, depart, and reclaim her everyday existence.

Midnight had long passed.

Mu Yazhe showered and donned fresh attire. His imposing stature dominated the chamber. His gaze stayed icy. Bathed in moonlight, the woman huddled amid the white linens, breaths ragged. Marks of his ferocity scarred her flawless form.

The bloodstain on the sheets unfurled like a gruesome blossom. A chilling spectacle.

Yun Shishi remained rigid in the bed, turned away from him. Her huddled frame quivered, unyielding as rock. He observed her—her lustrous tresses, sweat-soaked and tangled, spilling haphazardly over the pillow's rim.

He shot her an icy look, lingered statue-still for a beat, then pivoted and departed.