Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu froze.

She knelt on the edge of the coffee table, her hands still frozen in mid-air, her fingertips just an inch away from his tie, but she dared not move forward any further.

Xu Yuanjia didn't urge her. He didn't even look at her, sipped the remaining wine in his glass, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

That nonchalance is more suffocating than any urging.

Shi Luyu closed her eyes and slowly leaned forward.

She dared not use her hands.

He said to use his mouth, so he meant to use his mouth.

She parted her lips slightly, leaned close to the knot of his black tie, and gently bit a corner with her teeth.

The silky texture brushed against his lips, carrying his cold, woody scent, so close it felt like it seeped directly into his breath.

She couldn't bite firmly, her teeth hitting the tie knot, one or two times, unable to find a foothold. Her nose almost brushed against his neck, her warm breath spraying onto his skin.

Xu Yuanjia didn't move, and his breathing remained perfectly steady.

Shi Luyu's eyes stung with anxiety, and her tongue unconsciously pressed against the bow tie, trying to loosen it by biting it.

The moment the soft tip of his tongue touched her through the silk of the tie, Xu Yuanjia's fingers finally moved. He tapped the glass lightly with his fingertips, a sound that was not loud, but it made Shi Luyu tremble all over.

She finally bit one end of the tie, her teeth clenched, and slowly loosened the knot.

The feeling of silk gliding over her lips and teeth was strange, like biting a snake's tail, and she had no idea when the snake would turn around and bite her.

My tie is loose.

Xu Yuanjia raised his hand and pulled it from his neck. The dark fabric slid down his collar like a shadow being peeled off.

Xu Yuanjia stood up and slowly walked towards the French windows.

Outside the glass, the streetlights shone, and people moved about, their blurry outlines obscured by a thin, gauze-like curtain.

He tied the other end of his tie to the brass ring on the window latch, tying it casually with a slipknot.

"Well done." He turned around, his voice carrying a menacing tone. "But unfortunately, I'm not going to let you off the hook yet."

Shi Luyu knelt on the cold ground in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The slightest movement would tighten her tie, pulling at her teeth and the corners of her mouth, reminding her of her current identity.

"Don't look at me, face the window." The man's black eagle mask remained cold and ruthless, and he raised his chin slightly towards the glass.

Shi Luyu dared not disobey.

She slowly turned around, facing the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The entire luxury tour was reflected in the glass...

The loose back ties of the skirt draped to the ground, the skirt hanging loosely on her body, half-concealing and half-revealing.

The light from outside shone through the curtains, and anyone outside could see a disheveled girl kneeling by the window with just a slight tilt of their head.

Her face turned uncontrollably pale.

Shi Luyu saw in the reflection of the glass that the man wearing a black and gold mask squatted down very close to her, his sharp eagle beak almost grazing her neck.

Then, his fingertips fell.

From top to bottom, along her beautiful back groove, starting from the first cervical vertebra, the fingertips gently traced the indented line, pressing lightly against her skin.

His fingertips were cold, but the places they touched felt like they were on fire, burning all the way to his tailbone.

Shi Luyu shrank back, her shoulder blades clenched tightly, her back arched warily but dared not move away, she could only stand frozen in place, her breathing forgotten.

The hand stopped at her waist, and the thumb slowly drew circles on the skin of her lower back.

"He escaped death right under my nose."

His voice came from behind her ear, low and soft, like a snake's tongue licking her earlobe, "How dare you show your face in front of me again? Hmm?"

Shi Luyu was trembling all over. Her lips were numb from the tie, her jaw was sore, and saliva dripped down the corners of her mouth, landing on her collarbone, where it felt cold.

Looking at his mask so close to her through the reflection in the glass, she was suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of despair, as if she had nothing left to lose.

"Do you think I want to see you?" The girl's voice was muffled, because she was biting her tie, but every word was filled with a reckless grievance and hatred.

She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth. Her life was still in his hands; how could she dare speak to him like that?

But Xu Yuanjia was not displeased.

Instead, he chuckled softly.

The laughter was low and resonant, emanating from a vibration in the chest, containing a strange kind of pleasure.

He leaned down, the eagle beak of the mask pressing directly against the skin on the side of her neck, the sharp edge leaving a shallow mark.

"You sharp-tongued little cat." His voice was like honey laced with poison. "You weren't showing this side of yourself when you were begging me to take you away."

Shi Luyu dared not respond.

She stared at her reflection in the glass, her face pale and disheveled, with a mixture of tears and saliva still clinging to the corners of her mouth.

But she quickly realized: maybe... he didn't seem to intend to kill her right away.

She spoke tentatively, her voice trembling, "Master Jia... if I behave well, could you please go easy on me this time?"

"Also?" He seized on the word, the last syllable rising slightly.

Shi Luyu mustered her courage and said, "I just saw you shoot an arrow through a tiger's head at the night meeting. If you hadn't shown mercy, I definitely wouldn't have survived that night in the mountains."

The room fell silent.

It was so quiet that she could hear her own heartbeat, the faint sounds of cars outside, and his extremely light and slow breathing beneath his mask.

Then Xu Yuanjia laughed, a laugh that made Shi Luyu's hair stand on end.

Because it was a damp, viscous pleasure, seeping from the very core of one's being, the excitement of a hunter discovering their prey is more interesting than expected. He lowered his head, his lips almost touching her earlobe, his voice as soft as a whisper in a dream:

"I was going to let you go. But you're so smart and so interesting."

He paused for a moment:

"I suddenly don't want to let you go anymore."

Shi Luyu's pupils contracted sharply. How could she forget how cruel this man was!

Treating living people as prey, his mindset is far from normal! He's definitely not someone you can negotiate with.

She thought she was negotiating, but in reality she was just proving that she was more deserving to be kept and tortured.

Before she could finish thinking, a large hand suddenly and irresistibly grabbed her.