Forbidden Game: Ruthless CEO, Please Set Me Free
Chapter 92 Can’t Wait? (4)

Chapter 92: Chapter 92 Can’t Wait? (4)

Hearing the sound, Qiao Mo froze, not daring to move anymore.

After all, she could clearly sense his desire, and if he really wanted to do something to her, she had no choice but to take it.

Seeing her calm down, Fu Nancheng also kept silent.

Leaning in his arms, she inexplicably felt warmer than on countless nights before.

She could even hear his heartbeat, domineering and strong like the person he was.

Qiao Mo lowered her eyes again, suddenly feeling a sense of guilt.

She had just broken up with Jing Hao, and here she was starting to crave the embrace of another man, it was truly shameful to the extreme.

Qiao Mo tried hard not to overthink it, yet the heat radiating from his body showed no sign of subsiding, so she moved slightly, trying to distance herself.

"Don’t move." Fu Nancheng frowned, his underlying desires clamoring almost beyond his control.

He really wanted to roll over and pin her beneath him, to claim her fiercely!

Then watch her in pain, see her despair!

Yet, whenever he thought of the resistance and rejection in her eyes, his resolve wavered.

On the other hand, Qiao Mo wasn’t thinking as complicatedly as he was, after waiting for more than ten minutes, seeing no improvement in the situation.

Her face flushed as she said, "Why... why is it taking so long?"

Fu Nancheng slowly opened his eyes, his chin resting on her cheek, and said slowly, "How can I satisfy you if it’s not long?"

His voice was hoarse and deep, the warm breath falling onto her ear, instantly tinting her delicate white earlobe with a blush.

Qiao Mo’s already flushed face became hotter, and she tightly closed her eyes, not daring to make a sound...

This was truly maddening!

He hugged her even tighter, his chin resting on the top of her head, whispering, "Can’t wait any longer?"

"Uh... uh?"

Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, completely unsure how to respond, her long lashes quivered with unease.

Before she could speak, a large hand moved along her waist, gently holding her small hand, he spoke almost biting her delicate earlobe, "Can’t wait... you can help it."

Qiao Mo’s palms were sweaty, struggling to escape from his large hand.

Yet at this moment, inexplicably, her whole body was so limp that she had no strength at all.

Her throat felt like it was on fire, and several times she tried to withdraw her hand, but it was still tightly held by him.

Fu Nancheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, a sheen of sweat appearing on the tip of his nose, holding Qiao Mo’s damp little hand, laying it on his lower abdomen.

Qiao Mo’s little hand formed a tight fist, her heart was pounding so wildly it almost leapt out of her throat.

As he led her into his loungewear, her little hand clenching into a fist, landing on his tight abs, Qiao Mo’s breathing became heavier.

His skin was burning hot, scorching like flames.

She wanted to escape, but he pressed her hand, not allowing her to flee.

"Fu... Mr. Fu..."

Touching his well-defined muscles, Qiao Mo spoke softly, feeling both an emptiness and an inexplicable anxiety, her voice tinged with a hint of a sob.

"Weren’t you the one who couldn’t wait?" he said hoarsely.

Qiao Mo’s heart trembled violently, "No..."

He fixed his gaze on her red lips, a deep desire in his eyes, blazing and scorching, like two raging tongues of fire, almost about to burst forth.

At this moment, Qiao Mo dared not meet his eyes, swallowing lightly, the air beginning to thin.

His gaze was so heated it made her feel as if she couldn’t escape her fate today.