C5 A Night of Passion

He had a smooth, deep voice.

And although his tone was neutral, it was clear that his words were nothing short of an order.

He reached out and touched her forehead, which was beaded with sweat. His fingers felt cool against her skin.

"You are so beautiful,"

Yanxi sighed at him. "Are you working as an escort in this establishment?"

A hush came over the room as the other men glanced at each other nervously.

This was going to be ugly—

"Yes," their master answered almost immediately, taking them all aback.

"What's more, you've already booked and paid for my services."

What? Who could afford to buy the formidable Tang Zhengxun of the Tang Sect Mafia? His value was immeasurable. More importantly, he was a ruthless and dangerous man, so who would even dare?

"I will be your man tonight."

'This must all be just some absurd dream!' Yanxi thought.

Her sentiments, however alcohol-induced, were echoed internally by Tang Zhengxun' subordinates.

Because that would be the only possible explanation for what they were witnessing at the moment—the Young Master Tang actually being gentle to a strange woman and declaring himself to be hers for the night. He even said something preposterous like being a male escort! These things were not something the great Tang Zhengxun would do.

The next few hours went by in a blur for Yanxi; her mind was in an endless loop of chaos and excitement.

She dreamt of a handsome young god raining kisses and caresses on her body.

She was almost lost to the pleasure, but she clung to the last shred of rationality she had before they could go any further.

"I can't do this," she whispered and pushed against the man's broad chest.

Tears pooled in her eyes. "We can't do this."

This man was not her husband.

She couldn't be intimate with any other man beside Bai Tiancheng.

Never mind the fact that this god was a hundred times more beautiful than her bastard husband.

"Why not?"

The god purred at Yanxi's ear.

"I'm already married!"

Even though he had never slept with her, even though he was about to divorce her, she was still married to Tiancheng.

But the god was undeterred as he flashed her a smile. "So what?"

He didn't care that she was someone else's wife.

"All that matters is that you enjoy my company tonight."

His long fingers traveled down her body as he spoke, sparking fire in their trail. "Please don't," she begged in a throaty voice.

"Your body is much more honest than your pretty little mouth."

His hands continued to explore until they reached the waistband of her pink underwear. Before she could protest, it was yanked off of her hips and pulled over her legs.

She shivered at her sudden nakedness and a second glimmer of reason fought its way through the haze of desire. "Don't do this, please."

The thought of cheating on her husband had never crossed her mind. In fact, she had never considered the possibility of ever betraying her Tiancheng in any way.

And yet here she was, writhing and panting eagerly over such a shameful act.

The man's hand swept over her crotch, teasing, stroking. Then his fingers slid inside her body without mercy.

"Ouch! It hurts..."

Yanxi's face twisted in pain, and tears slipped on the corners of her eyes. But soon enough, she was arching her hips toward his fingers, no longer sure if it was torture she felt or pleasure. Her chest and neck were flushed, and her breathing grew ragged.

Her lashes fluttered helplessly as beads of sweat and tears trickled down her face and settled at the base of her throat. She looked so delicate and fragile, any other man would have been moved with pity.

But Young Master Tang was not like other men, and he wasn't fazed in the slightest.

He took a deep breath, the look in his eyes shifting into something unfathomable.

His fingers continued their relentless assault—in and out, faster, faster...

Something built up inside Yanxi, higher and higher until she felt like she couldn't take anymore. And then it peaked and exploded, and washed over her in a wave of sensations she had never known before. She fainted.

Tang Zhengxun pulled away and settled on the couch by the bed.

He took a tissue from the coffee table and lazily wiped his wet fingers.

A smug smile curved at his lips.

He was very satisfied, indeed. This woman was pure and untouched, even by Bai Tiancheng himself.

He crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it across the room, shooting it accurately into the trash basket.

A streak of viciousness came over his face as he stared at the unconscious woman sprawled on the bed. "It truly is a small world after all," he muttered into the dark. "Qin Yanxi... To think that I would meet you sooner than expected..."

The next day—

Yanxi jolted awake.

A narrow beam of sunlight broke through the windows and spilled into the room. She sat up in bed, a little confused and overwhelmed.

Was it all just a dream, everything that had happened last night?

She looked around the room. No one else was in sight, neither the male escort from the club, nor the god who had embraced her.

Her clothes were still in place, and there didn't seem to be any sign of sex on her body.

She had really gone all out on the booze last night!

The phone in her purse began to ring then, startling her out of her reverie.

"Oh, no!" Something important juggled and clicked in her memory, and she clocked herself in the head in frustration. "Dammit, I messed up!"

The call was, of course, from Jin Xiaolu.