The Typhoon's Dangerous Wife

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"What's taking him so long?" Zhenyi asked herself as it struck her that it had been thirty minutes and there was no news from her husband. She could hear the faint sound of a running shower.

She stood up, she directly walked in the direction of the bathroom, and just as she silently opened the door, she was left frozen, watching the scene unfolding before her eyes. 

She felt her body on fire as she heard another faint growling moan...

Because Long Jie was inside standing below the showerhead, totally naked, water dripping down his chiseled body. 

She gulped as she saw how his thick yet beautiful hands wrapped around the obscene length of his c*ck.

He was jerking off.

She couldn't tear her eyes from him from the obscene scene no matter how much tried. 

When he hissed, she swallowed her moan back. 

As if he could hear her silent moan, his eyes shoot to the door, his hand still working on his hard and uncomfortable c*ck. 

He met her eyes knowingly, daring her to look away, but she couldn't look away. It was as if her eyes would refuse to watch everything else if she didn't see right now how he brought pleasure to himself. 

A pang of jealousy flashed through her. He had no right to bring any kind of pleasure to him. It was her right. Only her. Just as he belongs to him, his orgasms should belong to her too. 

Envious, bewildered, horribly aroused, her feet walked to him. 

He worked faster, harder, and severely as he saw her walking towards him. 

She could feel his whole body vibrating as he orgasmed brutally, with her name on his lips. "Zhenyi." 

The next thing both of them knew, Zhenyi was on her knees, totally uncaring that the water was dripping on their bodies. She took his hardness in her hands, stroking and squeezing it to tease him for a moment, and he groaned to express his discomfort. She gave him small licks before taking him in completely. 

He hadn't expected her to give him a blowjob. She had been sitting on the bed, prim and proper. He didn't want to dirty her earlier but now all he could care about was to dirty her in all the ways possible. 

She gagged as he started moving. 

He climaxed soon after. 

But if she thinks that it was the end, then she had another thing waiting for her. 

He tore her wet red dress and threw it on the bathroom floor. He gave the same treatment to her even more sexy lingerie. 

Zhenyi was lost. She didn't know what was happening to her. All she knew was that she was wet and horribly aroused. She needed him to release her from hell. 

Her hands grabbed the sink as she felt him behind her. No kisses. No licks. No bites. His hardness directly slid inside her. Right now, she was a wet mess. 

She sucked a sharp breath through her teeth when his tempo went erratic, and she called out, "Jie!" 

He moved insanely and she kept on moaning his name in pleasure. 

"Soo good," Long Jie murmured in her ear. 

"You make me go crazy," he said again. 

"Ah!"

His cock thrust one last time before both of them climaxed.

However, it wasn't the last round. It was just the beginning of the passion that was left unbridled today. 

[A/N: Trust me, my mind is still a virgin.]

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A few hours and a dozen and more orgasms after. 

"Cat eyes?" Long Jie gently tried to wake her. She was wrapped in a white satin duvet. A crease formed on her forehead as he called out her name again.

He checked the time again. He decided to let her sleep for an hour more because he knew that she was thoroughly tired. He had gone overboard with her. He shouldn't have lost control today. But what could he do when she would openly seduce him? 

He was aware that she wasn't fragile. She gets what she wants. Apparently, what she wanted was him and she got in her own way. She made him beg for her before. And then, she was on her knees for him. 

Little did she know that even if she was on her knees, she still was the queen. His queen. 

He made arrangements for Zhenyi's dress and stylist before getting ready. She would kill him when she would realize that he had torn that damn dress. Because drunk-on-sex Zhenyi could do anything as long as she was high. He had always known the fact that when he was inside her, she couldn't think about anything else but him. And just this thought was enough to make his chest swell in pride. 

As for the red dress, there was no way in hell he was letting her wear such a dress. She wasn't just proclaiming a battle but was hellbent on torturing him. 

An hour later, Long Jie again went to wake her up. This time, she woke up without any attempts. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw her husband, dressed like an adonis in a dark green three-piece suit. 

She blinked her eyes in the realization that she had been dead for a long time now. 

"How long have I been asleep?" Zhenyi questioned him in a sleepy and hoarse voice. 

"A little over an hour," Long Jie answered him gently. He leaned down to kiss her temple. "Wear a robe. Your stylist is waiting for you outside." 

"What's the need for a robe?" Zhenyi grumbled. "Send the stylist in."

"Zhenyi!" Long Jie called her name in a hard tone. 

"Ugh. You're no fun," Zhenyi couldn't help but groan. 

He yanked the duvet off her body. As the marks he had left on her body became visible to him, he took a step back in panic. 

"They are just marks. Doesn't hurt," Zhenyi said as if she could read his thoughts." Help me wear the robe." 

He kissed her shoulder and helped her with a robe while murmuring a sorry. 

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