Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
In fact, it looked like he wanted to bite me.
His breaths grew shallow.
There was an animalistic edge to this transformation, a primal energy that was both intimidating and alluring.
Warmth spread through me.
Leo’s puppeting or not, we are going to fuck. That can’t be helped.
Lei licked his lips again. “The moment when I tasted you.”
A tremble of lust ran through me. I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes?”
“Tasting you has changed a lot of things.”
A flash of his bloodied face in the tent came to me. I blinked. “Yes. I remember you telling me that.”
“I also want more nights of tasting you between tangled silken sheets and hearing you moan.”
“If—”
“There’s no if.”
Chen loudly cleared his throat, drawing both of our attention to him. “I don’t mean to interrupt—”
“I doubt that.” Lei snapped his view to Chen and scowled. “You’ve been constantly interrupting for these past days.”
“Mountain Master, I would like to have a conversation with you in private.”
Lei groaned in annoyance. “About what?”
“This. . .” Chen glanced my way and then returned his view to Lei. “About this new dilemma.”
Chapter fifteen
Under the Table
Monique
Lei shook his head at Chen. “It’s not a new dilemma. We had a feeling this is what my father was doing. Now, it is confirmed.”
“Yes. But it is on a grander scale.”
“Grand or not, we don’t need to leave the table to discuss this.”
Chen doubled down. “I believe we do, Mountain Master.”
The line on Lei’s jaw twitched. “If I leave the table right now, it will be to take Monique back to the tent to. . .rest.”
Duck snorted.
“Oh no.” Chen waved both hands. “You can’t leave so suddenly after Yan’s abrupt exit and let’s not forget Meatball Gate and how we must show unity to all—”
“I am here. Be happy,” Lei spoke through clenched teeth. “And I will remain here for twenty minutes and no longer.”
“That is fine, Mountain Master.”
"Thank you but leave me alone." Lei's words held an edge, cold and sharp. He turned back to me, his gaze intense, voice dropping to a near whisper. “Now back to that moment you brought up in our tent where you—”
“However, Mountain Master.” Chen loudly cleared his throat again.
Turning his head, Lei looked like he was close to killing Chen. “What now?”
“It would just be a five-to-ten-minute private discussion about the new information—”
“There is no need for privacy. This is about Monique. Therefore, she should know.” Lei turned my way and his eyes bore into mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken.
“Yes.” Chen bobbed his head. “But other things should be considered, and perhaps she may not like my. . .suggestions.”
I quirked my brows. “What suggestions?”
Chuckling, Duck loudly slurped his soup.
Chen scowled at him. “Can you help me with this, Red Pole?”
Duck swallowed and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Help with what?”
“This matter. The one that is absolutely urgent.”
“It isn’t, Chen.” Duck rolled his eyes. “It doesn’t matter if Marcelo himself delivered Monique to Lei to intercept the Four Aces. Do you see Lei right now? Look at him.”
With that, we all turned back to Lei.
His smoldering gaze was locked onto mine, and the weight of his attention was almost tangible, like a gentle caress that brushed against the surface of my skin, awakening every nerve ending.
I blushed.
Stop looking at me that way.
His lips, slightly parted in anticipation, curled into a slow, sultry smile, as if he knew exactly the effect he was having on me.
My heartbeat picked right back up.
God, I want him to fuck me.
Under the table, Lei’s fingers slipped to the top of my gown’s split.
I moved his hand.
Lei brought it back and gripped my thigh.
I blinked.
Lei’s grip on my thigh tightened, ensuring I was rooted in place as everyone else remained oblivious to our shared secret.
Duck continued, “We know how Lei gets, so all we can do is let this work itself out and see if he messes it all up or not.”
“That’s exactly what we should not do. That is falling right into Uncle Leo’s plans.” Chen waved his hand. “Therefore, I think we should do everything opposite of what Leo wants.”
“And what does that mean?” Lei placed his gaze back on Chen.
Chen shrugged. “It is time for Monique to leave.”
What?
The whole table went quiet.
Lei glared at Chen with a murderous rage.
Duck froze. His chopsticks were mid-air. Sauce dripped from the tips.
Hu remained stiff too.
Chen gulped. “Or. . .Monique can remain with us and we can think of an alternative plan.”
“Or you can enjoy this feast and leave me alone.” Under the table, Lei pushed the gown’s fabric aside and exposed more of my thigh.
I stiffened.
Chen lifted one finger. “I still believe a discussion away from the table is necessary—”
Lei leaned back on his throne yet kept his hand on my thigh. “We are done talking about it.”
“Please, just a little bit more, Mountain Master. And can we discuss this in privacy?”