Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Shi Luyu stood there, tears still on her face, and a little blood seeping through the gauze on her hand.

Xu Yuanjia stood up and walked towards her, the wound on his chest that had not yet completely stopped bleeding was faintly visible under his shirt.

As her back slammed against the wall, his hand was already braced against her ear, and his other hand gripped her waist, lifting her up and pressing her against the wall.

Her toes left the ground, dangling in mid-air, and he lowered his head to kiss her.

"You bastard..." her voice was muffled, "You're threatening me with my parents—uh—"

His kiss deepened, as if silencing all the curses she hadn't yet uttered.

Her fingers slid down his collar, and she struggled twice in his arms, but couldn't break free. She buried her face in his shoulder and smelled the blood emanating from the wound on his chest, mixed with aftershave and the coolness of the night wind.

He put her on the bed.

The mattress sank in, and she kept backing away, but he held her shoulders to stop her.

The moonlight shone in, and some more blood seeped from his chest, staining the edges of the gauze red.

Her fingernails dug into the back of his hand, leaving a crescent-shaped red mark.

She cursed him, every word a barb, but he ignored her.

Her body betrayed her at a certain moment.

She bit her lower lip.

She swallowed back her last sob. His breath fell on her ear, carrying a muffled chuckle:

"Sweetie, I know you're holding back."

After it was over, he lay down next to her, the gauze on his chest completely soaked with blood.

She lay on her side, her back to him, the blanket pulled up to her chin, and remained motionless.

Xu Yuanjia reached out and touched the wound on his chest, glancing down at the blood on his fingertips, completely unconcerned.

In the following days, Xu Yuanjia's surveillance of her became a form of punishment.

If she stood in the corridor for more than two minutes, or if her gaze lingered on a window for more than three seconds, he would put down the documents in his hand and scoop her up from behind.

She would lean against the window and watch the sparrow in the garden fly back for the third time, and he would come up from behind and press her against the windowpane.

The glass was cold, and she was enveloped by his presence, making it hard to breathe.

"What are you doing!" She turned her head away. "I was just watching the birds, I wasn't trying to run away!"

"Hmm, watching the birds." His voice was low and husky, close to her ear. "Finished watching?"

"I've finished watching it."

"Then look at your brother's; it misses you so much."

She later learned her lesson and would always hold a book in her hand when standing by the window, pretending to be engrossed in something.

But she read a page of the book for twenty minutes without turning the page, so he came over again, took the book from her hand, closed it, and placed it on the table.

He picked her up, sat her on the edge of the desk, and leaned down to kiss her.

"Xu Yuanjia, if you keep doing this—" she yelled at him between kisses, "Are you even human?!"

"No." His lips slid down her chin to the side of her neck. "Brother is just a bastard who wants to sleep with you day and night."

"Now, whatever I do, you think I'm trying to run away!" She pushed his face away and glared at him.

"Even my breathing is wrong?"

"Of course you're not wrong, my dear." He glanced down at her chest, which was heaving violently with anger. "But you're breathing too fast; you might be short of breath. Let me help you adjust."

She was so angry that she threw a book at him. He caught the book, picked her up from the table, threw her onto the middle of the bed, and then covered her with his body.

……

When she took a shower afterwards, she noticed that the bathroom faucet was a bit loose. She squatted down and twisted it a couple of times to see if she could remove it.

He leaned against the doorway, watching her back as she squatted on the bathroom floor.

He walked over, pulled her up from the ground, and turned her around so she was facing the sink.

She saw her own face in the mirror and his shadow as he pressed against her from behind, and said as he lowered his head to kiss the back of her neck:

"Xu Yuanjia, are you sick? If you still have the energy, go fix the faucet."

"Let's fix this 'good boy' first. He gets out of control whenever his brother kisses him. Is he broken?"

"You... madman... Waaah!" She couldn't help but cry when things got really out of hand.

"Tsk, it's getting worse with each repair." He lowered his eyes without a trace of pity. "The eyes are starting to leak too."

She could barely hold it in any longer: "Stop... I need to use the restroom."

"Right here," he said lazily.

"Xu Yuanjia!" she finally exploded. "You're filthy! You have absolutely no bottom line!"

"Then why don't you just hold her up, brother?" He grabbed her by the knees and lifted her up.

"Aaaaaah!!"

She reached out and pinched his arm hard in despair.

……

Although her body always defied her will and would take her to unwanted heights of ecstasy.

But Shi Luyu never gave up resisting.

She would kick and punch him fiercely every day, resisting vehemently, but to no avail. Instead, she would bite Xu Yuanjia until he was covered in wounds.

That evening, Xu Yuanjia suddenly stopped midway, seemingly losing patience, and casually grabbed a robe to wrap her up.

Then, with bloody teeth marks all over his neck, he dragged her, who was still crying and panting, out of bed, took her hand, and led her through the villa's long corridor toward the side hall where he usually handled his affairs.

Shi Luyu was half-dragged, half-carried by him, struggling several times: "Where are you taking me? What are we going to do?"

He didn't answer, but kicked open the door to the side hall.

The side hall was brightly lit, and two rows of men in black uniforms stood straight on either side, heads bowed in solemn silence.

In the center of the room, two people were forced to kneel on the ground.

Xu Wenzhou's hair was disheveled, his chin was raised, and there was a bruise on the corner of his mouth.

Xu Qining knelt beside him, her face pale and her eyes red.

Xu Yuanjia led her to the main seat, sat down in the chair himself, and then reached out to hold her waist, letting her sit sideways on his lap.

His palm rested on her lower back, his thumb slowly rubbing against her side.

"Last time," he began, his voice languid and neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for everyone in the side hall to hear clearly.

"Which of you helped my little darling escape?"

Shi Luyu tensed up suddenly.

She struggled to break free from his legs, but his arms tightened, preventing her from moving.

Her heart pounded as she looked at Xu Wenzhou and Xu Qining kneeling on the ground.

"I don't know them! I have nothing to do with them—Xu Yuanjia, what are you doing!"

Xu Yuanjia took out his phone from his pocket, tapped it a few times, and a photo lit up on the screen.

The surveillance footage shows Xu Qining bending down to part withered vines in the night, revealing a hole in the wall.

A figure was standing next to him; it was Shi Luyu.

The photos are very clear; you can even see the folds in Xu Qining's skirt.

Xu Wenzhou's Adam's apple bobbed, and he said in a low voice, "It was me. I helped her run away; it has nothing to do with Qining."

"Brother, don't take the blame for me!" Xu Qining suddenly raised her head, her voice trembling but clearly enunciated, "I did it, I wanted to help her! I'll take responsibility for my own actions!"

Xu Yuanjia smiled and placed his phone on the armrest.

His fingers rested on Shi Luyu's waist, tapping it intermittently.

"They both want to die, so who should I grant their wish to?" He spoke as if he were considering what to eat for dinner.

Shi Luyu suddenly grabbed his wrist, her voice urgent and loud:

"Xu Yuanjia! They're your family! You won't even spare your own younger siblings?"

Xu Yuanjia looked down at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Family?"

He repeated the two words, as if savoring an unfamiliar term.

"Ask those two if I, Xu Yuanjia, would kill my own family."

There was a moment of silence in the side hall.

Xu Wenzhou clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Xu Qining's tears finally fell, landing on the floor in front of her knees.

Xu Yuanjia glanced at Shi Luyu, his sexy voice full of nonchalance:

"More than a month has passed, and now we're settling scores—sweetie, aren't you eager to ask why?"

Shi Luyu stared at him, clenching her teeth in resentment.

Xu Yuanjia's hand moved from her waist to her face, his thumb brushing against the corner of her mouth: "A month ago, I could tolerate Guai Guai running away."

"If you come back to me, if you love me, I can forgive everything."

He tilted his head slightly. "But I'm sorry, brother overestimated his patience."

"My sweetheart doesn't kiss me, and she doesn't want to make love to me. I can't stand it. So, I'll just kill two people to vent my anger today."

His gaze shifted from her face to the two people kneeling on the ground, and he said calmly.

"Come, let's watch it together."

Shi Luyu was so anxious that her blood rushed to her head, and she suddenly reached out and cupped Xu Yuanjia's face in her hands.

Her palm rested on his cheekbone, her thumb pressed against his jawline, and with a slight pressure, she turned his face back, bringing his gaze back to hers.

"elder brother!"

She lowered her head and kissed him on the lips. "Let's do it."

It was very light and quick, like a feather falling on the water.

"I'm willing to do it with my brother. But it's such a downer with so many outsiders around."

Her thumb slid from his cheekbone to the corner of his mouth and pressed lightly. "It's such a beautiful night, don't let it bleed, it'll spoil the mood."