Chapter 44: Jin Rui Takes What’s Left
The soft, honeyed atmosphere of the bedchamber had not yet faded when the door was thrust open, a gust of cooler air spilling across the heated room as Jin Rui stepped inside with the force of a storm barely held in check. His chest rose and fell in tight, controlled breaths, each one sharpened by jealousy, frustration, and arousal so intense it blurred into rage.
His gaze landed instantly on the bed.
And froze.
Xue Lan was still riding Zhao Wei.
She sat upon him with a lover's grace, her thighs wrapped around his hips, her spine a fluid curve of satisfaction. Her breasts pressed against his chest as her arms encircled his shoulders, her body undulating with slow, tender movements that whispered of affection more than urgency. Her eyes were half-lidded in serene pleasure. Her hips rocked forward and back in a rhythmic wave that sent wet, obscene squelches echoing through the stillness.
Zhao Wei lay beneath her, one hand stroking up and down her spine, the other resting gently on the curve of her ass. His expression was unreadable—calm, deep, as if they were sharing something far more than sex.
Lin Mu was kneeling at the threshold of the room. His head was bowed slightly, eyes wide and fixed on the scene before him, mouth parted, the taste of shame and the scent of sex thick on his tongue. His cock ached, leaking into the silk of his robe, but he dared not move.
Jin Rui took two heavy steps forward, fists clenched.
"You said you were ready for me."
His voice was rough, tight, hoarse with disbelief.
Xue Lan turned her head slowly.