Page 98 of Cruel Devotion

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Chen’s phone buzzed.

Groaning in annoyance, Lei began to rub my soaking wet clit faster.

The pleasure was too much.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips.

Duck turned my way. His eyes filled with questions and curiosity.

Embarrassed, I averted my gaze.

Yet, Lei was relentless. Focusing on the center of my pleasure, he manipulated my core with a skill that had my nerves singing songs of joy.

Shit. I’m going to cum in front of everyone.

Every fiber of my being wanted to cry out, to let the world know the rapture Lei was gifting me.

“Yan did what?!” Chen yelled on the other side of the table.

Lei paused.

That gave me a chance to catch my breath.

“Goddamn it.” Chen ran his fingers through his hair. “Get people after her now. I’m coming down there with more of my men.”

Lei slowly slipped his fingers away.

The sensation—or the sudden lack of it—left me both relieved and yearning.

Lei let out a long breath. “What did Yan do?”

Frowning, Chen put up his phone. “I-I can h-handle it.”

I raised my brows in surprise, noticing the underlying tension in Chen's posture. What could possibly have him this rattled?

With a suddenness that caught everyone off guard, Chen swiftly rose from his seated position and offered Lei a hasty half bow. “E-excuse me, M-mountain Master.”

Lei's intense eyes tracked every movement of Chen's, his expression unreadable. “What did she do?”

Chen, attempting to regain some semblance of control. “I can handle it.”

He then turned to address the audience, specifically gesturing towards a nearby table of men laden with food and drink.

The impact was instantaneous. Some halted mid-bite, while others scrambled to wipe any remnants of their meal from their faces. Yet, without exception, every man at that designated tablesprang into action, their hands instinctively reaching for their concealed weapons.

Lei's voice sliced through the tension like a blade, cold and sharp. “As you know, I never ask the same question three times. The third time, well, my sword tends to do the talking.” He tilted his head with a sinister elegance, eyes piercing. “Should I bring it out?”

Chen's face contorted with a mix of anger and frustration. “Yan took Chanel’s body.”

Lei's reaction was electric. “What?!”

Then, he rose fast from the throne.

His sudden movement startled everyone present, including me, prompting us to rise swiftly from our seats in alarm.

We tilted our heads forward and waited.

Lei left his throne. “How did this happen?!”

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