Chapter 61 The Fall of Rose
He had waited for seventeen years, and finally his light appeared. And she did not hesitate, did not retreat, and gave herself completely to him.
Inside Mo Xiaohan's private suite on the top floor of the cruise ship, the floor-to-ceiling windows framed a view of the dark sea and a sky filled with stars. The waves gently swayed, and moonlight filtered through the windows, casting a silver glow across the dark sheets.
Ruan Xingchen stood in front of the mirror, Mo Xiaohan's suit jacket still draped over her shoulders, lingering with the smell of absinthe and gunpowder.
"Regret it?"
The man approached from behind and hooked his fingertips around the tie wrapped around her wrist - the same one she had pulled off in the casino.
The mirror reflected their overlapping figures. He was tall and straight, while she was completely shrouded in shadow, like prey trapped by a wild beast.
"I was just wondering..." She tilted her head back and kissed his Adam's apple, "How long have you been holding back?"
Her answer was a sudden dizziness.
The moment his back sank into the soft mattress, Mo Xiaohan had already torn open his shirt with one hand, revealing the old scars on his muscular chest.
"Since you handed me that cookie when you were five." He bit open the ribbon of her skirt, his breath hot. "Seventeen years, six months, and nine days."
Every number was so hot that she shuddered.
When they finally let down all their guard, Ruan Xingchen suddenly smiled.
"Mo Xiaohan." She ran her fingertips over his taut abdominal muscles. "Didn't you say you're not interested in women?"
The man's breathing hitched, a dangerous look swirling in his eyes. "Where do you think those rumors came from?"
"Because..." She nudged him deliberately, "They all failed?"
"Because I'm waiting." He bit her earlobe, "Waiting for a clueless kitten to show up at my door."
His movements were awkward but powerful, like a beast that had been suppressed for years and finally tore free from its cage. Ruan Xingchen could feel the tension in his muscles and even hear his uncontrolled heartbeat.
It turns out that this man who controls life and death in Southeast Asia can also be nervous.
When the pain hit her, she raised her head and bit his Adam's apple, tasting the blood. Mo Xiaohan groaned and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but he refused to slow down his conquest.
"It hurts..." She arched her body, scratching bloody marks on his back with her nails.
"I know." Mo Xiaohan held her waist tightly, his voice hoarse, "But I want you to always remember——"
"Who hurt you?"
"Who made you cry?"
"Who... completely possesses you."
The waves hit the boat, and her sobs were crushed in the wind.
It was not a matter of perdition, but a choice. From then on, his sins and blood were half hers.
His darkness became her willing destination.
When the morning light shone through the gauze curtains, Ruan Xingchen woke up with aches all over her body and found herself locked in Mo Xiaohan's arms.
The man's sleeping face was peaceful, and his sharp features looked particularly young in the sunlight, even revealing a bit of boyishness - just like the boy from the slums in his memory.
She couldn't help but reach out to touch his eyelashes, and the next second, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Mo Xiaohan opened his eyes, not even a hint of sleep in them: "Spying on me?"
"Who's peeping..." She turned her face away, her ears burning, but he pinched her chin and turned her back.
In the morning light, he carefully examined the kiss mark on her collarbone and suddenly asked, "Does it hurt?"
Ruan Xingchen was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "So Mr. Mo also regrets it?"
"No." He turned over and pressed her down, his fingertips sliding across the bruises on her waist, "I'm afraid you can't stand it a second time."
Her exclamation was muffled by the kiss.
The silver ring on the finger sparkled in the morning light, just like the promise the two children made when they made a pinky promise seventeen years ago.
Three days later, when the "Emerald Queen" docked, Ruan Xingchen was carried off the ship by Mo Xiaohan.
She was wrapped in his suit jacket, and her exposed neck was covered with marks of intimacy.
The bodyguards following behind were all watching closely - no one dared to say that the noise in the top floor suite over the past three days had caused sleeplessness for everyone on the ship.
"Does it still hurt?" Mo Xiaohan asked with his head down.
Ruan Xingchen lazily nestled in his arms: "Guess?"
The man chuckled and suddenly bit her ear in public: "Continue guessing tonight."
Artest's hands shook and he almost dropped his luggage.
＊＊＊
For the rest of his life, darkness was no longer the cross he carried alone, but the breath that lingered between them as they embraced each other.
Not redemption, but complicity.
Not falling, but running.
The beginning of evil is often wrapped in honey.
Recommended BGM:
"Take Me to Church" - Hozier (sacrificial sense of fate)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com