Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire-Chapter 63: Deal with the devil

YIREN

Damn. He’s set a bar that no one else will ever reach, and I’m not sure how to come back from this.

Yiren! What are you doing? He believes in love and you don’t. Don’t lead him where there’s only heartbreak for him. Don’t do this to him.

With a hand on his naked chest, I stop him. He looks at me with hooded eyes, forehead resting on mine.

I wiggle out of his lap only for him to groan loud and hold me still by my waist, rocking his erection on my core.

Ah fk! I better be dead.

My eyes drops at the bulge. Big. Very big. "You’re..."

"Don’t say it," his chest moves with heavy breaths.

"Hard." Oops i did it. My cheeks flushed. I swivel my hips to get up and his head drops on my shoulder with another loud groan, pinning me further, letting me feel him everywhere. I cannot help but chuckle immediately covering my mouth.

"Oh c’mon. Don’t laugh."

"Is this reaction because of me?" dumb question. Stay silent Yiren.

"No. The lion king Mufasa did it."

"Oh. Today was special or it happens every time you watch the lion king?" I fight the smile.

"It’s been happening often lately as I keep having a fantasy about you sitting on my face."

My jaw drops. I expects him to be brush it off or try to run from me but his blunt response sends heat flooding through me. How can I forget he is Feng Junjie, shameless, the expert in turning tables. I clumsily wiggle off his lap, finally managing to stand, desperate for a way out. But just as I’m about to make my escape, his hand wraps around my wrist, pulling me to a stop.

"You can’t just walk away after all this, Yiren." His voice is low, a bit raspy, and the weight of his gaze holds me captive. His hand slips up my wrist, his thumb brushing over my pulse, which I know he can feel racing under his touch.

Ah this is embarrassing.

"This was just a slip."

"Really? Your moans communicated otherwise."

"I-I— What do want, Jun?"

"What can you offer?"

I glare him.

He glares back.

I’m all too aware of the weight of his gaze, the intensity in his eyes that sees right through me. Thank God Bear is snoring away in the corner, blissfully unaware of how close we were a moment ago to committing acts that would definitely be R18+. I’d have never live it down if he had witnessed our activities.

I swallow hard, "I don’t believe in love,"

His expression doesn’t falter. "Then don’t fall in love with me. No one’s forcing you."

I frown, searching his face for a crack in his resolve. "But you... you believe in love, don’t you?"

"I do," he admits, "but love doesn’t happen overnight. You don’t just snap your fingers and feel it. You find your person, and you walk a path together. Love comes later, in its own time."

I roll my eyes, but my heart clenches. "That’s never going to happen. Not for me." And if it does, I’m going to drown it before it consumes me whole.

"Leave that to destiny, I’m not certain of anything myself."

I huff, frustration mixing with the whirlwind of emotions he’s stirring in me. "Then what exactly do you want?"

He points at the space between us. "Whatever this is that’s been building between us for weeks... it’s not one-sided. The kiss was proof enough. And I’d bet if I bent you over my knee right now and pull those little shorts down, you’d be soaking wet for me."

My face burns, and my thighs clench involuntarily. Damn, he looks hot when he talks dirty. Never been a dirty talk fan but looks like I have a kink for it.

But he’s right, though I’ll never admit I’m going to take a long shower and change underwear once I’m out. And if it was not for us sharing the same room, I’d have used one of my battery boyfriends tonight.

I’m caught between my thoughts and wanting... more.

"I’m tired of this endless tension, Yiren," he says, his voice rough with desire. "I want more. Something to get this out of our systems."

I hold my breath. "What is ’more’?"

He steps closer, eyes locked on mine. "Anything more than a kiss."

I bite my lips, my heart dropping at my next words. "No strings attached?"

He nods. "No strings attached. Just the physical. We both get what we want, and we move on."

My heart sinks, but I know he’s offering exactly what I’ve told myself I want: something casual, uncomplicated. We live under the same roof, and the pull between us is undeniable. Maybe this will help us both.

The man is super-hot, and definitely a pro in bed. And he dirty talks. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Check. Check. Check.

"Okay," I whisper, feeling the weight of this reckless decision settle over me. The only challenge? Protect your heart.

Jun steps into my space, his warm hand cupping my cheekbone, "Okay? As in... okay, okay?"

I slap his hand away, "What now? Already having second thoughts?"

"Never," he says, and in the next second, he grip me by my nape, pulling me into a kiss that’s hard and demanding.

I push against his chest, breaking the kiss, breathless. "Not tonight," I warn, giving him a stern look. "You’re in no condition to do anything."

His nostrils flare, "Oh, baby, you have no idea the things I can manage even like this."

"Charming. But I’m demanding in bed, Jun. Below-average performance won’t cut it for me. Be at your best first."

He stares at me, a dark gleam of desire in his eyes, before he grins mischievous.

And i feel gosebumps run across my body.

Have I signed a deal with the devil?

Hopefully, I’ll be able to hold on to my heart?—or if he’ll end up stealing it, piece by piece?