FRGNM -Chapter 49 Got Taken

The kiss was different from before—not as wild, yet imbued with his unmistakable masculine aura, utterly captivating. The scent of ambergris lingered in her mouth, so familiar.

The searing kiss felt as if it could ignite every fire in her body. Her hands were bound behind her back; she couldn’t even push him away, and his weight pressed her arms painfully. Ling Ruoxi cried out from the discomfort.

Luo Mingyu raised his sword-like brows, grasped her bound hands, and lifted them above her head. Their bodies pressed tightly together—her softness almost melting in his grasp.

“Mm…” Ling Ruoxi’s face flushed crimson. She nearly fainted from the kiss; her upward-slanting eyes were glazed, her breathing shallow, and her dazed expression made one ache with pity. The strands of silver at her lips were almost irresistible.

Kissing her snowy neck, feeling her trembling body, Luo Mingyu grinned. His wandering hands pressed on her peaks, flicking forward. She was so tense that her legs locked around his waist, making it hard for him to breathe.

“Relax a little,” he said, patting her small behind with a faint smile.

Her whole body felt as if millions of ants were biting her, and Ling Ruoxi was on the verge of collapse. She trembled, fighting against the unbearable sensations, her bound hands powerless.

Sweat poured down her body. Ling Ruoxi thought she was dying. Waves of electric-like heat coursed through her, surging out uncontrollably. The stimulation was too intense to endure.

“Please… please don’t torture me…” Her voice had become soft and weak, while the man beneath her continued to pant.

Yet Luo Mingyu’s eyes closed slightly. The alluring voice nearly made him surrender on the spot. It hadn’t even started, and it almost ended. If anyone else heard, how could he still act as a man?

Still, the temptation before him was overwhelming. Her seductive aura erupted completely—beyond what any ordinary woman could rival.

Smirking, Luo Mingyu watched her struggle, tracing his tongue around her ear. His long fingers circled her lower abdomen. “What did you say? I can’t hear you. Your body… it’s really sensitive. So eager for me already?”

“Get lost, Luo Mingyu! You might as well kill me!” Her words were fierce, but her tone was soft and weak. She was completely subdued, her dazed eyes staring ahead, unaware of anything else.

Luo Mingyu had long been accustomed to this kind of pain. He suppressed his desire and lowered his head to lick the crimson thread, while his other hand moved toward the mysterious triangular area. Her body, six years later, had only changed through childbirth and breastfeeding. Still, she was utterly untouched by another man. She was like a small, tender cabbage.

And this man was a battle-hardened veteran, unmoved by her reactions.

“No! Stop! Don’t!” she shouted, trembling in desperation. She squeezed her legs tightly, twisting on the bed, trying to escape this torment.

But the difference in physical strength was too great. No matter how she struggled, she was no match for Luo Mingyu. The unfamiliar fingers entered, and the pain made her grit her teeth, continuously resisting.

“So tight… have you really had children?” Luo Mingyu smirked, pressing his lips to hers. “Don’t worry. I’ll give it to you soon. Don’t be so eager—there’s an even bigger surprise coming.”

“Luo Mingyu! You bastard, idiot, get away!” She moved upward on the bed, trying to shake free from this demon, choking on her words, wanting to bite him.

Why was this man so shameless? His earlier cold, domineering, almost holy demeanor was long gone. She had been foolish to think he was a gentleman. He had sneaked into her room, and now this happened. Everything she thought was cursed luck.

“I’m a bastard, an idiot… so why should I get away?” Luo Mingyu’s lips curved upward. He withdrew his fingers, pressing against her arms. His burning hardness hovered at her entrance, ready to enter.

Her whole body trembled violently. Ling Ruoxi’s face drained of color, feeling his heat. She struggled wildly. “No! Luo Mingyu! I beg you… don’t! I’ll die!”

“Pleasure… and near death. Don’t worry, this time it won’t hurt much.” He smiled faintly, holding her waist, lifting her slightly. A mischievous grin played at his lips as he bent down, pressing gently.

Her body tensed completely, even her breathing changed. Ling Ruoxi gripped her arms tightly, staring at him. She could feel him at the threshold, every muscle coiled, terrified.

“Ruoxi! Where are you, Ruoxi?” A voice called from outside, like a savior.

Ling Ruoxi clutched at this last straw. Never had she needed him more. She shouted, “Nan Gong Mo! I’m here! Save me, Nan Gong Mo!”

“Heh… still thinking of Nan Gong Mo now? I’ll tell you, the room is sealed with a formation. He can’t come in, can’t hear you!” Luo Mingyu’s eyes darkened with anger. He no longer cared about her feelings. He pressed down sharply, entering her.

The place untouched for six years was now filled. It felt like being torn alive, the pain sharper than her first time. Ling Ruoxi curled up, unable to even speak.

Her pink face turned pale, trembling. “It hurts… it kills… it hurts…”

“Since it hurts, obey. Stop thinking about outsiders, or I’ll make it worse!” Luo Mingyu moved instinctively, cold-faced. She was a beauty beyond words, and the sensations nearly made him surrender. He forced himself to endure.

The pain was like being struck by a bullet—the world collapsing around her. She forgot to breathe. Eyes fixed ahead, hands clenched, she finally regained some awareness, her pale face void of color. “It… it… please… get out…”

“Get out? Isn’t that what you wanted?” Luo Mingyu’s shameless smile deepened. He moved into her slowly, letting her adjust.

Her pale face gradually regained some color. Ling Ruoxi gasped, looking at her hands. “Let go… I can’t take it…”

“Beg me?”

“I… I beg you, let me go…”

A surge of dominance filled Luo Mingyu. He pressed her fragile wrists, untying her hands.

Her hands felt as if they were about to break. Ling Ruoxi massaged them, glaring at him. She yanked her hand to his chest and pulled a silver hairpin from her hair, stabbing at the acupuncture point on his back!

“Mm!” Luo Mingyu’s face darkened. The sudden pleasure made his whole body shiver. He looked down, more sullen than ever.

This woman… she had dared to stab him with a silver pin!

“Who taught you that?!” Luo Mingyu’s face turned even grimmer. He quickly withdrew the pin, grabbed her hands. “You’ll never understand until I teach you a lesson!”

“Let go! Luo Mingyu! You force women… what kind of man are you? I don’t need you!” Ling Ruoxi was frightened; she knew she had no chance against his strength.

Arching his brows, Luo Mingyu sneered. “Force you? Now it’s you who needs me!”

“Shameless!” Ling Ruoxi glared. Her hands trapped, her screams ignored, he moved like a wild stallion inside her.

That night, her voice grew hoarse, tears dried, and outside, people frantically searched but never opened the door. She could only cry silently.

The man on top unleashed six years of pent-up desire. She fainted, yet he continued, over and over. She lost track of time, feeling her body shatter, bruises everywhere.

When she awoke, dawn had arrived. Reaching for the clothes by the bed, she felt sore all over. Her eyes were blank. She didn’t know what to say.

Her legs felt broken, her waist like a snapped willow branch. Her clothes were shredded, leaving only scraps.

Yet the man had at least prepared her clothes neatly on the bed, even undergarments ready.

Enduring the pain, Ling Ruoxi showered, trying to wash away every trace of him—the marks of his bites and kisses. Every movement felt like thousands of knives tearing her flesh. She put on her clothes, staring at the crimson stains on the bed, nearly vomiting. How hard had he been last night?

“Mommy!” As she stepped out, Yizhu bounced over, laughing. “Uncle was right! He found you. Mommy, Uncle said you went drinking yesterday. He didn’t want to disturb us, so you slept in his room. In the morning, I saw Uncle at the door!”