Owned by Mr. Lan

Chapter 18

Xiao Zhan

It’s been 2 weeks since I was kidnapped. 2 weeks of staying in bed has bored me out of my mind. I just might die if I watch another T.V. show or read another book. I throw off the covers and as if Yibo can hear the rustle of blankets from the kitchen, he zips into the bedroom quicker than I can take my next breath.

“Bunny, you know you need to be in bed.” He comes around the corner and sets a water bottle down on the nightstand.

“No, I don’t. The doctor cleared me a week ago, Yibo. It wasn’t even needed. Whatever that guy injected me with is out of my system. The baby is okay. We’re healthy.” I place my palm on his chest and smile. “I want to feel the sun. I want to take my test, graduate and attend medical school. I have to live my life. We have to live our lives. We can’t do that if we’re stuck in the house. There’s an entire world to see out there.”

“I can bring the medical school to you,” he offers, as he rubs his hands up and down my arms. “I need you near me.”

“I need to be near you too, but I can’t be afraid. You and the guys have been on the lookout, right? Has Wen made a peep?” I ask, dipping my chin as he looks away. “Has he?”

“No.” He grits his teeth. “It’s as if they have gone underground. Coward. He knows I’m going to kill him and he can’t show his face.” Yibo’s fingers drag across my flat stomach and I lean my weight against him enjoying his touch. He’s made it a habit. He always finds a way to touch my stomach. It’s as if it’s his way of protecting me, protecting our baby.

“So, let’s go. I’ve only seen Jiang Cheng, Ziyi, and Sehun —”

Yibo growls when he hears Sehun’s name and I slap him on the shoulder.

“Really? I’m married to you and pregnant with your child. Yet, you still have it out for Sehun?”

“He loves you.”

“And I love you.” I step close to him, sliding my fingers under his shirt. “Sehun doesn’t love me. He’s a good friend. Nothing more.”

“Silly woman.” He backs me against the bed. His eyes close for a moment as I skim the waistband of his pants with the tip of my finger.

“You’re you. Of course, he loves you.”

“I don’t want him, Yibo. I’m yours.” I reach into his pants and wrap my hand around his cock, giving it a firm stroke. He is already hard and straining against his sweatpants. He hasn’t touched me sexually since he found me. I appreciate his concern, but I’m not made of glass. I stand on my tiptoes and delicately speak against his lips as I stroke him. “My thigh is better. It doesn’t hurt anymore. The stitches are gone. I’m all better now, Yibo. What are you going to do about it?” I stand on my tiptoes and delicately speak against his lips as I stroke him.

“Xiao Zhan.” My name is a rumble of warning, sending a sliver of fear down my spine.

“What?” I flick out my tongue and lick his bottom lip. “What are you going to do, Yibo? Anything?” I pull the strap of my tank top down my shoulder and his nostrils flare. I squeeze the base of his cock harder and he groans, flexing the muscle in his jaw as he tries to deny me.

I stroke him faster and he grips the bedpost, catching himself as he falls forward. And he still doesn’t break, but I need him to. I need him to erase all the bad off my skin and remind me I’m his. I need him to do this without me saying the words.

“You’re so big, Yibo. So hard, long, and thick. I miss having you inside me, stretching me.” I nibble his earlobe and the post creaks. I look up to see that his knuckles are white from his grip. “Fuck me,” I beg him, licking up the shell of his ear.