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AFTER THE INCIDENT in the library, Dean's head was a mess.
He could not forget the fiery sensation of someone's full lips, nor the ecstasy that was gradually built up at that moment. It felt good, as if he was released from imprisonment.
Passion can be likened to love, and sometimes, it can be difficult to discern.
However, Dean was also aware that he did not resist a certain someone's advancement. He understood what he was getting himself into once he allowed a particular someone's mouth dominate him.
Dean stared at his laptop's screen that had lines of codes, but his mind was always drifting to the man who was languidly laying on the spare bed in his room. The man refused to leave him alone after leaving the library.
"Hey, why exactly are you here?" Dean's hoarse voice questioned.
Denise propped up himself to gently gaze at Dean and said, "Because you are here of course.."
"You need to earn your keep. Stop bothering me will you? You are troubling me." Dean's eyes shifted, his thin lips pursed. He looked like he was indeed getting affected by Denise's allure.
After being pestered constantly, Dean didn't expect that his heart would soften for someone like Denise. The man didn't seem keen to the real world, but rather, someone who was otherworldly and may disappear before you know it.
Unsuspectingly, Dean was not far from the truth.
Denise sat himself up at the edge of the bed, still burning holes on Dean's face, briefly glancing down to his broad shoulders and toned arms. The young man was indeed impeccable. He unconsciously licked his upper lip, which had caught Dean's eyes by chance.
The tension in the room grew intense at that brief eye contact, while Dean's mind relieved the sensual moment in the library once again, blush creeping onto his ears and to his cheeks.
After all, he had never been touched, nor was he perverse enough to explore his own. He unconsciously begun tapping his foot on the floor as the silence stretched.
Denise smirked, resting his chin on his palm, its elbow resting atop his knee. His gaze was intensely exploring Dean from head to toe, his thoughts spiraling on how he'd love to ravage the aloof young man.
One may call him perverse but he couldn't help feeling hot after experiencing the sexual tension once. It was more than he had imagined, and a naughty claw kept clawing at his heart, telling him to reach out, to touch and to ravage the beautiful creature.
But there was more to his feelings than physical touch, and he intended to devour the beauty... inside out.
"You are lovely..." Denise whispered in the silence. It was clear and raspy, and it rammed Dean's chest. Thump—
Dean refused to look, lest he'd find himself acting strange.
He was no fool, and he knew he was slowly being lured by the incubus that hovered by his side almost all the time. And he sensed danger.
Unfortunate for Dean, he was already targeted by an individual that nobody can just escape from. Even Shi Bai did not know what kind of person Denise truly was, but they both had similar interests and got along very well.
"When you are shy, your eyes shift downwards. If you didn't know, you look utterly adorable looking like that." Denise reminded, clearly maximizing his flirting abilities.
He had seen changes, and he didn't want to let go of the opportunity so soon, just to allow Dean reason himself of the undeniable connection they had. He was afraid the young man would step back if he left.
He took another shot as he trudged towards Dean's table, ignoring the latter's tensing muscles and tightening jaws. Was Dean nervous? He smiled at the thought.
"I won't ask for your permission from now on." Although he never ever asked for permission from Dean whenever he did anything inappropriate.
His large hands grabbed Dean's wrists and held them in one. Dean could no longer continue to ignore Denise's presence, the man was already forcing him to look his way.
Was this some sort of torture? He hadn't organized his thoughts at all and was still stressing at the direction of their relationship. Were they even friends? No. At most, Denise was a fly who never left his sight.
Someone who always asked him if he had eaten or if he properly rested.
Someone who always gave him cream when the weather was getting colder, or fly-repellent cream for when summer arrived.
It was him always coming in and out of his room as if he owned the place, bringing with him materials he'd rather not have lying around.
But it was this same thoughtful man who bothered to care for him. How can such a person change schools for a mere love interest?
How can such a person have a never seen before persistence?
Same person who couldn't accept no, replying with the same dimpled smile, as if he knew everything in his mind. It was supposed to be a disconcerting thought, but instead, it made him feel a little comforted that someone understood him and still look him in the eye.
A lonewolf may think they were different from the crowd, but their heart can still soften when touched by an honest and determined soul.
Denise was a riddle Dean cannot figure out, and he could sense he was dangerous in some way. The man had power behind him, able to influence greater things, but he was always reluctant to find out. For if he did, he knew it meant he was already captured.
But what to do, Dean was already in Denise's cage, never to escape.
An evil sneer played in Denise's lips. "...I especially like your intelligent eyes. And yes, one might consider me no ordinary. After all, I simply hold an underground Mafia of a whole nation."
"...Then you have too many men to choose from, why must you stay in one of D City's measly University?" Dean felt there was more to Denise other than being a Mafia boss, but he did not know what other secrets were they.
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"You know already, beautiful..." Denise's face was very close to Dean's now, but the latter continued to grasp for whatever composure he could. He was not moved, not moved. He chanted to himself.
When Dean opened his mouth to say something, Denise dived in for a kiss, his hot tongue attacked Dean's and he went deeper and deeper, causing Dean to breath in and out harshly.
Unlike the passive Dean in the library, he was resisting a bit more this time, attempting to close his mouth or bite Denise' only to be kissed even harder.
Their saliva mixed, the sensation spiraling, erotic sounds of their mouth clashing rung in the silence, amplifying their effect.
Dean was spiraling towards a world Denise made for him.
His hand was still restrained, his legs were now locked, and Denise's hand was touching his...
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Denise unzipped Dean's pants and lowered it just enough for his aroused cock to sprang up. It was already big, giving away the big hint that Dean was feeling hot just from Denise's touch.
Denise did not hesitate to grab for it and pistoned with his large hand, causing Dean's breathing labored. He felt so hot, hot... and he reached his climax, shooting his white cream on Denise's face.
Denise wiped some of the cream on his face and licked them with his tongue from his thumb as his burning gaze locked into Dean's baffled eyes.
"Haha... Damn... Hot." Was all Denise whispered as he dived into Dean's mouth once again.
Sounds of panting and groaning were the only sounds exchanged.
Dean was helpless. He was gasping for air so bad that his eyes had turned glossy, tears threatening to escape from his almond-shaped eyes. His face was flushed, and his lips red and swollen from Denise's ravaging kisses.
Even when Denise moved his attention to kissing Dean's ear, the fire kept growing.
Denise nibbled his ear, licked it with his tongue and teasingly bit his earlobe, shooting electricity into Dean's racing heart.
His kisses were gentle and amorous, from Dean's neck to the exposed collarbone. Then he went back to kissing Dean deeply, not neglecting his pair of seductive lips.
Denise always returned to Dean's lips no matter when, but his free hand was wandering all over Dean's body, unlocking his wolf within.
There was a groan, and Dean fought back Denise's domination.
His locked legs were released, immediately kicking Denise away. Even his hands were now no longer held together, and he was free to savagely glare at Denise.
Dean did not bother to pull up his pants that had been unknowingly unbuckled as well, and even took them off completely.
With his slender fingers, he pulled up his shirt that had been wrinkled. He was glaring at Denise's smirk, who was provoking him quietly.
A moment later, hard muscles clashed against each other, with Dean trying to dominate Denise who had been so cocky with his oozing sex appeal.
They were both naked and sweating. With one trying to fight domination, the other resisting and fighting back.
As Dean bit and kissed Denise's shoulder blade, the latter was making so much smooching sounds from kissing the former's neck. Their hands roamed about, one reaching out for the other's cock, while the other grabbed for the other's buttcheek. They were both practically sticking against each other, causing lines of red and blush.
Denise muffled a sound when Dean rubbed his crock. He teased the tip and caressed the body, slowly and then fast. He pleasured Denise greatly as their hearts become one.
"Ugn..." Denise reached his climax, but he was vigorous for another round, his evil hand grabbed Dean's waist and positioned him lying on his front.
Dean felt ominous and tried to flip himself over, but it was too late. Denise took hold of his sensitive cock and pleasured him like crazy, he couldn't register what was going on. He was at his mercy.
Denise did not make him come, but pushed a wet finger into his butt hole, slowly stretching it from gently pulling in and out, then adding two fingers in while hitting the sensitive area Dean did not think was possible.
He was so aroused and he wanted to climax, but Denise wouldn't let him. He tried to plead by turning his head around, only to be met with Denise's burning gaze that silently told him... 'Wait for me.' His heart burned, and endured.
Denise slowly inserted his hot cock, causing both of them to shiver in ecstasy. The sensation was crazy.
He completely filled Dean with his hot and throbbing manhood. As he pulled it out, Dean climaxed and so did he, white cream spread all over the white bedding, while some continued to drip out of Dean's delectable hole.
After their simultaneous climax, Denise entered Dean once again, this time, much slippery due to all the white cream. And as he continued to thrust, erotic sounds can be heard of skin slapping against one another and of the slushy sounds each of his powerful thrust made.
With one hand, Denise embraced Dean's waist, holding him close to his crotch as he continued to pound. His other hand pistoned Dean's cock wildly, pleasuring Dean to a new height.
Dean was blanking out, his ass giving him so much pleasure while his cock was throbbing towards another release. Denise was humping fast and hard.
"..Uh.. Ha.." Due to the deep pleasure, Dean couldn't hold back his moans and even begun to utter inaudible sounds, which only made Denise arouse even more, if he wasn't already.
He drew himself closer to Dean's ears and whispered dirty, causing both of them to go even wilder.
"...Dean... You're so fucking tight... Move your hips harder for me, yea.."
"That's right.. You are doing great... Oh... You feel so good..."
"Dean.. Ah... Uh... Fuck..."
With Denise whispering into his ears like an incubus that he was, Dean climaxed so many times, but the other still did not let him go.
After all, Denise was just starting.
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By the time they were done, both of them were completely exhausted but content.
Denise wrapped his thick arms around Dean like a possessive lover.
After all, he got the beauty, he would never let him go out of his sight henceforth. Although he never did leave Dean alone since the very first day of their meeting.
He was totally captivated by the pure heart of a wolf. As he thought this, he nestled his face in the crook of Dean's neck, breathing in the smell of sweat and nectar.
On the other hand, Dean was no longer confused. What happened just clarified the storm in his head. But he would never admit to the person sticking close to him that he gave in!
Too bad for Dean, even if he refused to admit, the Mafia Boss will never let him go. It's either he gave in, or submit. No difference, and that was what Denise wanted.
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Fei Long was just leaving Dragons Enterprises' main lobby when a voluptuous woman suddenly straddled his arm. His first reaction was to push the woman away, but the woman was like a leech, pushing her soft big breasts against his arm.
With a pouty face and lips painted with bloody red, the sexy woman seductively whispered, "...Handsome... Can you help me?"
Fei Long pushed and pushed, his face darkening. He pried her hands that curled their way around his arm. He was acting like he was being bitten by a zombie.
Seeing this, the sexy woman was slightly hurt. But she did not let go, because her experiences had taught her that as long as she fought with her sex appeal, the man will eventually give in. After all, many men had their head on their crotch.
"Please, handsome~ I just need you to sit in a cafe with me, okay?" Her voice was soft, as if given by god to pleasure any men or women (cough) in private.
But Fei Long did not give a wit about her at all. He was pale now as he scrambled to get away. He looked around to find his assistant but he was nowhere to be found. How can a woman have a strong death grip?
"LET GO!!" He angrily shouted, his electric blue eyes in a blaze.
If anyone had seen him like this, they would have scurried to get away. He looked like a demon as his jaws tensed in anger. However, the woman seemed to be far shameless than anyone he had ever seen.
The woman was not fazed. She cutely frowned, wiggled her hips and said, "Handsome, please! Just a moment of your time..."
People were beginning to turn their head, realizing it was the Emperor with a strange woman. Gossip spread like wildfire.
Fei Long was sweating so bad now, his heart beating hard. He shook off his arm over and over, pushed the woman again and again. But she never let go!
"....Do you not want to help me at all..? I just want to have a nice talk with you... Your eyes are really beautiful, you know..." She seductively mumbled.
If it was any other men, they would have agreed already.
But Fei Long couldn't even hear what she had been saying at all, more focused on getting away from her tight clutches.
He was about to use his feet to pound her foot when a clear, cold and cutting voice questioned behind his back. It was a voice he would never forget, nor mistaken for anyone else. The voice was not loud, but it shut off everything else in Fei Long's surroundings.
"My... I just took my eyes off of you for 2 hours and a beauty is already in your embrace. Really, Fei Long, do you not want to see the light of day for a week?"
His heart stopped, along with everyone's whispering.