Fell Deeply In Love With My Ex-Husband's Fiancé - Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Possessiveness – “Who do you think you are, opening a room with me…”

This sentence was like a small, slippery snake drilling into Lu Feiran’s ear, making his already cold body tremble.

Lu Feiran angled his head slightly, watching intently as the floor number on the display slid from 1 to -3. Though it took less than a minute, it felt like ages.

Lance’s gaze felt like an invisible large hand clamping down on his neck, making it hard to breathe, and impossible to turn and meet his eyes. During this minute of feigned distraction, Lu Feiran struggled to slow his heart rate, maintaining a look of indifference on his face.

If he could, Lance wanted to directly lick him—to lick Lu Feiran’s delicate chin, his sharp jawline, his soft earlobes, and… those eyes that never looked at him. He wanted to hold those beautiful, cold, obsidian-like eyes in his mouth, warm them up, dissolve them, and see if Lu Feiran was hollow inside!

The elevator doors opened and closed, repeating twice. Lu Feiran said coldly: “It’s just the two of us now. This is a private setting. Don’t follow me anymore, or you’ll be breaking your promise.”

Lu Feiran quickly stepped out of the elevator. The tall figure followed like a shadow, close behind him.

“So what if I break my promise? Will you hate me or ignore me?” Lance said, his excitement barely contained in his voice. “Aren’t you already doing that? It can’t get any worse than this, can it? Listening to you gets me nothing, so I might as well do whatever I want.”

There were few cars on the B3 level. The words “do whatever I want” echoed twice in the air, heavily striking Lu Feiran. He pressed the car key in his pocket and jogged towards his newly purchased car.

The black Mercedes next to a pillar flashed its headlights twice, waiting for its owner. Lu Feiran suddenly sprinted, trying to shake off the person behind him, but his arm was firmly seized and dragged into the shadow behind the pillar. His car keys fell to the ground and were kicked away.

“What are you doing…” A warm current of air was exhaled onto his lips. Lance was suddenly so close that Lu Feiran could only close his mouth.

His thick eyelashes trembled. He struggled to maintain his composure but was flushed red.

Lance chuckled, caressing Lu Feiran’s cheek. He pressed his thumb onto Lu Feiran’s constantly trembling lip, forcing it slightly inward to part his lips, and said, “Baby, why did you forget to breathe? Why are you panicking?”

Lu Feiran’s vision blurred. Lance’s extremely close face made him dizzy. He wanted to bite down hard, but Lance conveniently withdrew his thumb, instead massaging the soft hair near his temple.

Lance’s voice was like a seductive demon, Lu Feiran thought. He was most lovable when he was half-dead with a fever.

“Baby, why would I have the heart to do that to you? To tie you up, lock you away, cut off your fingers, and stop you from wearing another’s ring?” Lance’s tone was teasing. Obsession and excitement brewed together, making him desperate to swallow Lu Feiran whole. He held back, his voice trembling: “I do want to do that, but I won’t hurt you. I’ll just tie you to my side forever, okay?”

A strange light flickered in his green eyes. Lance made the request sincerely. His blood boiled like lava. The desire deep within his heart, which he himself dared not face, was spoken directly for the first time, making the whole world feel bizarre and surreal.

His shoulders hunched. His trembling hand grasped Lu Feiran’s fist. He bowed his head reverently, kissing the cool, pale, protruding knuckles one by one, as if handling a piece of fine jade, then looked up expectantly, hoping Lu Feiran would agree.

Lu Feiran abruptly pulled his hand away and slapped Lance’s chin: “Get lost!”

The anger ignited in his dark eyes instantly sobered Lance. Reason returned, and he stood still.

Lu Feiran pushed him away under Lance’s sticky gaze, picked up the car keys from the ground, and opened the car door.

It was a very low-key, ordinary Mercedes-Benz E-Class. The chassis of the sedan was low. The sudden drop when he was pushed inside was jarring. The rear space, accommodating two adult men, was much narrower than an SUV.

Lu Feiran instantly regretted buying it the moment Lance dragged him inside.

He was trapped in a broad, warm embrace, the force so great it felt like he was about to be pressed into a small piece of paper.

Lu Feiran frowned, his gaze darting between various gaps, refusing to land on Lance. Unable to resist, he let Lance hold him tightly, while simultaneously wondering if Lance had skin hunger, as he loved clinging and hugging so much.

With a mix of resistance and compliance, his lips were bitten—carefully ground by teeth, then firmly pressed by a tongue. The defenses were breached with little effort. A familiar, damp scent spread. Lu Feiran’s eyelashes fluttered. He closed his eyes, letting Lance cup his face and rub against him intimately.

The intense soreness swelling in his heart burst like a pin-pricked balloon, endlessly leaking out. Lu Feiran was terribly sad. Large tears dripped down one by one. He cried until he couldn’t open his eyes or close his mouth, his soft tongue sucked until it was red, and saliva ran down his chin.

His entire face became wet, looking pitiful.

Lance panicked. He stopped, took off his coat, and wiped Lu Feiran dry. While kissing away the tears, he lowered his voice and said softly, “I’m sorry, I kissed you without your permission, but I was enduring so much…”

Though he said this, Lance didn’t believe Lu Feiran truly wanted to refuse him. He knew Lu Feiran’s temper. If he genuinely disliked or didn’t want to do something, Lu Feiran absolutely wouldn’t do it. Under duress, slapping him ten times would be considered mild.

The next second, seeing Lu Feiran frown, Lance immediately swore solemnly: “I am your possession. I am yours alone, from beginning to end. Don’t worry, even if you don’t want me, I won’t be taken by anyone else.”

Lance knelt humbly on Lu Feiran’s lap, intently but impatiently waiting for a response. Lu Feiran just lay there, lifting a hand to cover his eyes. The back of his hand was damp, weeping profusely.

He thought he was strong enough, but the moment the long-missed embrace returned, memories surged before his eyes like a tide.

It was Lance who accompanied him when he was vulnerable, piecing his broken self together little by little. But it was also Lance who stepped on him, leaving behind only scattered fragments.

Things had escalated this far. Every line had been crossed. Lance continued to act as he pleased. If he wanted something, Lance would do anything.

So why couldn’t Lu Feiran do the same? It was unfair!

“Hug me.” If he wanted it, he would command it.

This command was like a lightning strike igniting a barren field full of dry grass. Lance flipped over, positioning Lu Feiran to sit on his lap. First, as if confirming it wasn’t an illusion, he traced Lu Feiran’s face piece by piece—forehead, nose, lips, chin—savoring the contour of his lover. Then, he unbuttoned his own shirt, but not wanting him to get cold, he immediately slipped his fingers directly under the hem of Lu Feiran’s shirt.

“That’s right, baby. Admit it, you’re possessive of me. Command me, use me, treat me like your possession. If you want me to kiss, I’ll kiss. If you want me to hug, I’ll hug. Anything you want, I’ll do it. I’ll lick you clean…”

Lance was dizzy with excitement, fireworks exploding in his brain. He felt he had lowered his stance to the absolute minimum, yet his underlying desire for control still slipped out.

He was demanding Lu Feiran to use him.

Lu Feiran was deeply dissatisfied. When they first met, Lance wasn’t this talkative. Some words even had a slight trill. Where was that now? Smooth-talking, slippery, saying so many nonsensical things. Truly shameless.

He didn’t want to listen anymore. He unfastened his own tie and stuffed it into Lance’s mouth: “Hold this well. Don’t let it drop.”

His golden hair, sweaty, was pulled back off his forehead. A lock fell, hanging over his emerald eyes. His entire handsome face was exposed. He nodded, holding the tie well, like an Afghan Hound holding a leash.

Looking up at his lover sitting on him, he expertly unbuckled Lu Feiran’s belt.

The line of decency was breached. Lu Feiran finally understood what was meant by “unrestrained.” What his mind wanted to forget, his body would remember.

Remembering the pressure of Lance’s hand on his lower abdomen, and the curve touched by his fingertips…

Lu Feiran adjusted his posture. The car roof was low; he hit his head. He let out a small “Ah,” and saw Lance remove the tie, saying, “It’s too small here. Let’s go up and get a room…”

“Who do you think you are, opening a room with me?” Lu Feiran interrupted impatiently. “It’s a new car. Be careful not to dirty it, or you can get out!”

Lance looked at Lu Feiran’s demanding demeanor, his whole body shaking with laughter: “If it gets dirty, I’ll buy you a new one, but you’ll be uncomfortable here.”

Lu Feiran ferociously squeezed Lance’s neck. The usually flat corners of his eyes curved up in a distinct arc: “If you’re no good, then get out. I’ll find someone else to make me comfortable.”

He stuffed the tie, which had dropped to his chest, back into Lance’s mouth, saying, “If you drop it one more time, you’re finished.”

…

Lu Feiran nearly hit the roof several times, and Lance didn’t block him once; he kept tossing him higher and higher. He ground his teeth in frustration, wanting to say something, but the words dissolved into foam on wave after wave of pleasure.

Helplessly, he could only bend his waist lower, sitting lower, burying his head in Lance’s neck.

Lance seized the opportunity to hold the back of his neck and lower back, firmly embedding him on his body, intimate and seamless, their breath and gazes relentlessly intertwined, like water dissolving into water.

Lance’s jacket was dirty. Fortunately, the car wasn’t. Otherwise, Lu Feiran would definitely have made a fuss.

Both men’s shirts were still properly worn, aside from some wrinkles and sweat. At first glance, they looked extremely respectable. As for where they weren’t respectable, one shouldn’t ask.

“Baby, you can bite me when you feel good. Bite hard.” Lance tossed the tie aside, gently pinched Lu Feiran’s chin to make him turn his head, saw his blurry eyes, and kissed him unexpectedly.

Lu Feiran bit down hard, ferociously. He cracked Lance’s lower lip, and the taste of blood spread. He pushed Lance’s chin to distance him: “It’s over. You can go!”

In the post-coital clarity, he felt like a devout monk on a pilgrimage who had been seduced by a demon that appeared from nowhere.

He truly shouldn’t have done this. Indulging in temporary pleasure would only bring endless trouble. Lance was a hyena that wouldn’t let go of the meat. Giving him a taste of sweetness meant there would be no end to it!

He had agreed to a year of no private meetings, yet he was the one who broke the agreement first!

While his mouth said he wanted Lance to forget him and keep their distance, upon learning of Lu Xingli’s different feelings for Lance, the armored shell of Lu Feiran’s resolve cracked slightly. Malicious lies came easily to his tongue, sparing no effort to slander Lance and thoroughly shatter Lu Xingli’s fearless fantasy.

He loathed having things snatched by Lu Xingli, even though anything that could be snatched wasn’t worth much to begin with.

But… he still did it. Eagerly verifying, possessing…

Lu Feiran pinched the bridge of his nose. He grabbed Lance’s sweaty jacket and threw it out the window. He kicked Lance’s thigh, leaving a gray shoe print.

“You didn’t hold the tie. Unacceptable. Get out.”

He desperately wanted to drive Lance away, like a mischievous child.

Lance paused. He desperately wanted to stay and take care of Lu Feiran, from head to toe. He squeezed Lu Feiran’s cheek, used his own tie to wipe the sweat off him, and said reluctantly, “Mr. Lu, I will serve you until you are satisfied. Let me stay.”

His eyes were clear and innocent. An uninformed observer might think he was a university student who had been cruelly abandoned after sex.

Lu Feiran sneered. Here we go again. He was putting on an act again. I was fooled by this pretense.

He took the spare cash from the car, pulled out a bill, and tucked it into Lance’s waistband, adopting the demeanor of a scoundrel who disavows his partner after sex: “Take your fee and scram.”

His voice was cold, clearly giving the final order to leave.

Lance rubbed his fingers, deciding to quit while he was ahead. Lu Feiran wouldn’t let him follow him back tonight.

A beast whose appetite has been satisfied is usually disinterested in small fish and shrimp. He got out of the car, watched Lu Feiran’s car drive away, and then dialed a number.

“I have new evidence to submit that can prove Mr. Jin Zhan is innocent.”

After hanging up, the red hundred-yuan bill was neatly folded and put into his pocket.