Chapter 2 Punishing Words
“Zhou Wen, how does it feel to treat me like a dog?”
He’d cleared the room of lackeys.
In the dim interrogation room, it was just us.
Our heavy breathing tangled in the air.
He pinned me against the table.
Damn—that strength nearly sent me straight to the grave.
Neither of us had ever been gentle in bed.
Role play, bondage—we’d done it all.
But never like this.
I felt like I was drowning, no way to beg, no way to surface.
Only in his punishing thrusts did I find air, then lose it again.
When he finally let me speak, my voice was wrecked.
He lifted his hand just enough for light to slip through.
I gasped, forced a grin, and rasped.
“Boss, you’re being too modest. With that stamina, what dog could ever compare?”
His eyes darkened.
He patted my cheek, voice flat.
“Zhou Wen, living is better. Stop running your mouth.”
His dress shirt hung loose, ruined by my hands.
Strands of wet hair stuck to his forehead.
Bite marks scattered across his bare chest.
Looking like that while telling me to behave?
Zero persuasion.
I swallowed hard, hooked my arms around his neck, deliberately clamped my legs around his waist.
“Last time anyway. What’s wrong with me enjoying it?”
Then I frowned, goading him.
“Liang Sheng, don’t tell me you’re spent? Can you even keep up?”
Clearly, the current Liang Sheng wasn’t falling for it.
He smirked coldly, pinned my restless hands.
“You think provoking me works? Want pleasure? I’ll give it. Is this punishment or reward?”
He grabbed his pants, tossed them at me, and got off.
“If you still have energy, get dressed. Uncle Hong wants to see you.”