Spellbound Hearts - Chapter 100 - He Was Bad to the Bone

The streetlights cast a dim, jaundiced glow. On this midsummer night, the evening breeze offered no relief, carrying only a dry heat.

Ji Xuan’s gaze was fixed on Song Zhaoli’s silhouette, her limpid eyes narrowing slightly.

A moment later, she spoke, her voice calm. “Mr. Song.”

Song Zhaoli froze. As their eyes met, the tip of his tongue darted against the inside of his cheek.

He had expected her to lash out, but to his surprise, she simply offered a faint smile. “Out shopping, Mr. Song?”

The object in his hand suddenly felt scorching hot. “Mm.”

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Ji Xuan asked.

Lying through his teeth, Song Zhaoli said, “No.”

Ji Xuan nodded. “It’s too late now. You can get it tomorrow.”

With that, she turned and headed toward the apartment complex.

Ji Xuan walked in front, Song Zhaoli followed. Inside the elevator, they retreated to opposite corners.

After a moment, the doors slid open. Ji Xuan stepped out first and unlocked her apartment.

The instant the door swung open, before she could even reach for the light, an arm snaked around her slender waist from behind. Song Zhaoli pinned her against the adjacent wall.

Ji Xuan’s breath hitched. She looked up to see his thin lips curve into a wicked smirk. “You saw, didn’t you?”

She pursed her lips, her expression unreadable. “Saw what?”

“What do you think?” he countered, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Her hands, hanging at her sides, clenched into fists. It wasn’t feigned; her composure was real. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Song Zhaoli leaned in, his face hovering mere inches from hers. He tilted his head, his voice a low growl in her ear. “The condoms.”

Her lips thinned into a hard line. “Shameless.”

“Who?”

“You.”

He chuckled softly. “Just a moment ago, you were clearly feeling sorry for me.”

Ji Xuan turned her head away, slowly lifting her gaze to meet his. “That’s because I was blind…”

Before she could finish her sentence, he leaned down and captured the corner of her mouth with his.

She struggled instinctively. He seized her wrist, tossing the things she was holding onto the floor and lacing his fingers through hers.

She fought him for as long as the kiss lasted.

Finally, he rested his chin on her shoulder, his voice a low, amused rumble. “Alright, I was wrong.”

Ji Xuan took a deep breath, her chest heaving with fury.

He pressed his body against hers, sliding a leg between her own as his hand roamed, caressing the small of her back. “Ji Xuan.”

Her voice was ice. “You broke your promise.”

“Which promise was that?” he asked languidly.

She inhaled sharply. “In Yancheng, you promised we would only be colleagues.”

“That’s what you said,” he teased. “Not me.”

Ji Xuan was speechless. He was right. He had never actually agreed, only gone along with what she’d said.

Seeing her prolonged silence, he leaned down and nipped at her collarbone. “Ji Xuan, you’re too smart. I don’t believe for a second you haven’t noticed how I feel about you. You were just making a bet—betting that I’d be too concerned with my pride to touch you.”

Her secret laid bare, a deep blush flooded her cheeks.

His hand, which had been resting on her waist, slipped beneath the hem of her shirt. “Want to play?”

Her lips parted, trembling. “Song Zhaoli, could you be any more shameless?”

“I could,” he replied. “It all depends on whether you’re willing.”

“And if I’m not?” she said, her voice cold.

He let out a soft laugh. “I don’t believe you.”

As Song Zhaoli carried her to the bed, Ji Xuan sank her teeth into his shoulder.

He braced his hands on either side of her, his gaze deep and dark.

Song Zhaoli was bad to the bone. Not just bad—he had a vicious streak.

He had so many tricks up his sleeve, and each time, Ji Xuan found herself drowning, unable to take it.

There were three in the box. For the fourth round, his large hand gripped the back of her knee, pressing it down as he lowered himself, burying his face between her legs.

As a fierce wave of pleasure washed over her, Ji Xuan’s body arched, her fingers curling into the bedsheets.

Song Zhaoli gripped the base of her thigh, his voice hoarse. “You like this?”

Her legs trembled, leaving her speechless.

It wasn’t that she liked it, nor that she disliked it. It was the sheer visual shock of it all, making her acutely aware of her senses being magnified to an infinite degree.

Every wave he sent through her made her entire body sh…shudder.

In the early hours of the morning, Song Zhaoli carried her into the bathroom to clean up.

Ji Xuan leaned against the wall, the corners of her eyes flushed red. Song Zhaoli looked down at her, his expression a mix of wicked and languid. “Enjoyed yourself and now you won’t admit it?”