Chapter 170 Feng Ye's Revenge on Her
A strong, unique, and chilling aura instantly enveloped her completely!
This aura is domineering, aggressive, and carries a scorching heat and an undeniable possessiveness.
Josie's hair stood on end, and her pupils suddenly contracted.
Before she could even react, a large, powerful hand with thick calluses from a gun wrapped around her slender waist like an iron clamp.
His movements were forceful and unyielding, as he abruptly pulled her into his arms.
"Hmm!"
Josie's gasp was instantly covered by his hand, and his body staggered backward uncontrollably, his back hitting the cold wall.
The cold wall, penetrating her thin clothing, sent a shiver down her spine.
However, what made her tremble even more than the coldness on her back was the body that suddenly pressed down on her front, as hot as molten lava!
Feng Ye's tall figure was like a cage, completely imprisoning her between the cold wall and his burning chest, leaving no gap.
His leg forcefully squeezed between her legs, completely depriving her of any space to resist.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and she could clearly feel his heart pounding like a war drum beneath his chest, as well as the explosive power contained beneath his hard muscles.
His hot breath, heavy and labored, was like a gust of wind carrying sparks, fiercely spraying onto her sensitive earlobes and neck.
The next second, a hot and domineering kiss, with a punishing plundering force, pressed down on him.
His tongue, like a battering ram, forcefully pried open her slightly parted teeth in surprise, and plunged in, conquering her territory with undeniable force, biting and nibbling wantonly.
His teeth even deliberately ground heavily against her lower lip, bringing a stinging pain and a strange tingling sensation.
A faint taste of blood lingered on his lips, indistinguishable from its source, which only fueled his primal urge to plunder.
Josie was forced to endure this torrential onslaught, her mind going completely blank.
The initial shock and anger melted away like ice and snow under the intense aura of masculine hormones that she knew so well, reaching the very depths of her soul.
A long-dormant heat and desire, stemming from the body's instincts, was instantly ignited by this rough and aggressive kiss.
Her body reacted before her reason.
The stiff, tense back softened involuntarily under the burning heat of Feng Ye's chest.
His hands, which had been held captive at his sides, unconsciously rose up, his fingertips trembling, and finally clung to his broad, muscular shoulders and back.
The hard, iron-like touch traveled through her combat suit to her palm, making her fingertips go numb.
She even responded enthusiastically without realizing it, tentatively entangled with him, and a faint sob escaped from deep in her throat, which she herself did not even notice.
The longing she had been hiding found a frantic outlet in this predatory kiss.
In the confined space, the temperature rose sharply, and the air became thick and scalding.
Heavy breathing and ambiguous sounds replaced the howling of the cold wind.
Feng Ye clearly sensed the softening and response of her body.
He tightened his grip on her waist, almost crushing her and embedding her into his body.
His hand slid down her graceful neck, his rough fingertips caressing her sensitive collarbone, then moving downwards...
Josie shuddered, tilting her head back as he continued his plundering.
Her eyes were glazed over, and her cheeks were flushed, as if she were drunk.
The hand seemed to have its own consciousness, no longer content with clinging, but sliding down his strong, taut back, past his lean and powerful waistline, and finally trembling as it rested on the tight belt of his combat trousers.
Just as she slightly tightened her fingertips, trying to hook open the cold metal clasp,
My wrist was suddenly grabbed!
Feng Ye abruptly ended the almost suffocating deep kiss.
The two were extremely close, their noses almost touching.
His panting hooked at her heart like a snare.
The scorching heat blew onto Josie's face like flames.
His deep, cold eyes churned with an intense, lingering desire, like burning black flames that threatened to consume her completely.
However, beneath this almost out-of-control flame, a colder, sharper light condensed, like a poisoned ice blade, piercing straight into Josie's eyes, which were clouded by emotion.
He stared intently at her current appearance; her swollen lips were slightly parted, her cheeks were flushed with an alluring blush, and her hazy eyes still held lingering passion. Her body trembled slightly under his control, exuding a vulnerability that seemed to invite his touch and a fatal attraction.
Feng Ye's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the flames in his eyes clashed fiercely with the ice blades.
His voice, hoarse like sandpaper scraping, carried a chilling sarcasm and a naked scrutiny, each word striking the silent air:
“Josie,” his voice was low and dangerous, like a viper's hiss, “want it?”
Feng Ye's voice, like a cold blade, hovered over Qiao Xi's burning desire.
Before he could finish speaking, his tall figure suddenly pulled back, and looking into her watery but bewildered eyes, he said cruelly, "Then we'll talk about it after you've thought it through."
The intense, masculine aura vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.
His movements were incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the thick darkness at the end of the corridor, leaving only the faint air currents stirred by the rapid movement and Josie's heart pounding as she suddenly lost her balance.
Silence returned to the cold washroom.
Josie stood quietly in place, the blush on her fair skin, ignited by desire, had not yet faded;
A few seconds later, a surge of immense shame and a sense of being fooled overwhelmed her.
She bit her lower lip hard, tasting a faint metallic flavor of blood—it was from the cut he had just made.
She knew he was doing it on purpose, using this brutal yet seductive method to arouse her desire, make her lose control and succumb, and then withdraw when she craved it most.
This was his revenge for his previous "starting a relationship and then abandoning it".
“Xixi…”
Just then, Shen Han's voice, tinged with doubt and worry, came from the corridor outside, growing louder as it approached.
Josie snapped out of her turmoil, took a few deep breaths of the cold air, and tried to make her voice sound calm and natural: "I'm still showering, it'll be ready soon!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Chen Han's figure appeared at the doorway.
The dim light in the corridor outlined his tall and straight figure, and his gaze immediately fell on Josie.
Josie turned to look at him casually, forcing a smile: "What could possibly happen? There are only zombies and us here."
However, she did not know, or rather underestimated, the impact of her appearance on Shen Han at that moment.
Those eyes, still glistening with desire, even when forcibly suppressed, retained a hint of shimmering moisture and a subtle, almost imperceptible haze. The corners of their eyes were tinged with an alluring blush, like ripe peaches.
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