A Stand-in Bride

Chapter 11

Yibo

I know I'm dreaming when I see her smile at me so innocently, her body pressed against mine. I've been having this exact same dream for years. She's wearing that same red dress that she always wears in this dream, the one she was wearing on Dilraba's 21st birthday.

It's so short that bending her over will expose her tight ass and the fabric strains against her breast, barely containing her beautiful body.

"Yibo," she begs, "please."

It's been years since I last saw her look so shy. "You don't know what you're asking for, Xiao Zhan," I whisper, my hand tangling into her hair. I clench my jaw and ball my fist in her hair as I tilt her face up towards mine.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her pupils slightly dilated. The way she's panting betrays her desire. She looks like she's silently begging me to kiss her, to ruin the red lipstick she's wearing.

"I know exactly what I'm asking for Yibo."

My cock is throbbing inside my jeans as I turn us both over, pushing her against the wall. "You shouldn't even be here, little girl. You're too young. Too innocent. What do you think you're doing huh?"

She smiles at me and slides her hand up my chest slowly, until she's got her arms wrapped around my neck. "I'm not as innocent as you think."

I narrow my eyes at her and take a step closer to her, caging her in, my body pressed against hers. "What does that mean?" The back of my hand trails over her face, my touch possessive. "This isn't the first time you sneaked into a man's bedroom late at night?"

She looks to her left and smiles. "No."

I smirk at her and move my hand back into her hair, needing her with a desperation I can't quantify. All night, she's been looking at me like she wants me to bend her over and fuck her, but I didn't think she'd act on her desire.

"Little liar," I whisper as I lean in further, my hips hovering over hers. "You know I hate it when people lie to me, Xiao Zhan. Don't make me punish you."

She tilts her head a little, her lips brushing over mine hesitantly. "Punish me Yibo. I'm begging you," she whispers back.

I groan as my lips come crashing down on hers roughly. I've been wanting to taste her for longer than I dare to admit and this kiss is everything I thought it'd be and more. Xiao Zhan rises to her tiptoes, her hand hesitantly sliding over the back of my neck until I can feel her fingers thread through my hair. She moans against my mouth and deepen our kiss, forcing her lips apart.

Fuck. She taste like whiskey and sin. Her tongue tangles with mine and the ways she kisses me makes my fucking cock twitch. I need to know whether her tongue is that skilled when I push my cock into that hot little mouth of hers.

"Zhan," I moan, pulling away from her. My head is buzzing and we've both had far too much to drink. I can barely think straight as I trap her lower lip between my teeth, needing more. "We need to stop," I whisper, knowing it's the right thing to do.

My lips move to her neck and she gasps when I kiss her just below her ear. "You're my cousin's best friend," I whisper.

She looks into my eyes, some of the desire in her eyes clearing. "Is that all I am to you?"

I tighten my grip on her and shake my head. "No," I admit. "But I'm 10 years older than you. This is... it's wrong baby. It's too soon."

"No," she murmurs against my lips. "It wouldn't feel so good if it was wrong Yibo."

Her hands slide down my body and my eyes fall closed when her hand slips into the front of my jeans. Her fingers brush against my cock, right over my boxers and I nearly lose my fucking mind. I need to be inside her so fucking badly.