CEO Vengeful Wife Chapter 162: Stepping into the Devil's trap

Chapter 162: Stepping into the Devil's trap

Warning: Mature Content Below
'Crash'
The stack of documents Heng Bingwen had in his hands landed loudly on the floor.
Papers scattered everywhere.
At the sudden intrusion, Li Zhiqiang paused. Jing Lihua finally being free from his firm hold quickly looked up. Her eyes widened when she saw a Heng Bingwen with a white face. It was as if a chilly wind had blown away all the color from his youthful face.
He looked like he had been struck with an electric shock.
A moment later, the color on his face returned.
Much brighter and redder than before.
A face that had turned to a paper white a moment ago turned to a crimson red the next second.
"I-I-I am... sorry... I-I will..." He took a couple of steps back, staggering.
"Heng Bingwen... wait... it's not like this! I can explain!"
However, Heng Bingwen fled away like a little sheep being chased by a hungry tiger.
Poor young lad obviously suffered major psychological trauma.
"This is not good! I must explain to him!"
It had been fine if Li Zhiqiang had just pecked her lightly. But the way he had her pinned down and kissing furiously, it must be too much for the naive and innocent mind of Heng Bingwen...
However before Jing Lihua could even take a couple of steps, strong arms circled around her waist and picked her up.
"Who said you are allowed to leave." She heard a dangerous voice beside her ear. His heated breath fell upon her neck making her shudder.
Li Zhiqiang looked obviously dissatisfied at the interruption. As for the psychological trauma, the youth might have suffered, he didn't care.
What he cared for was to teach that woman a lesson!
"Li Zhiqiang! Let me go! Heng Bingwen is just a child. I need to explain things to him. Umph..." Her words died down when another kiss assaulted her.
This Li Zhiqiang...
Today, he was surely in the heat...
...
Halfway through the running, Heng Bingwen stopped.
His little face was blushing but suddenly, he seemed to notice an anomaly.
"Wait a minute... That man... He seemed a bit familiar..."
He paused, reluctantly turned around.
In quiet steps, he walked back towards the office. Luckily there was no staff outside the President's office so it was convenient. The door to the office was still slightly opened.
Being as noiseless as possible, he peeked inside.
His President was being kissed furiously.
That very graphic and erotic scene made him gulp nervously. His body trembled slightly.
However when Heng Bingwen's eyes fell upon the man's face, he almost screamed.
Placing a hand over his mouth, he retreated.
'My God! This is indeed the great Devil! The great Devil of the prestigious 'Li' family! President Li! Just h-how... What in the seven hells President...'
...
Inside the office, Jing Lihua finally had enough of him. <
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Grabbing his collar, she treated him even more roughly. Forcefully pushing him over the sofa, she placed her leg over the sofa. The buttons of the front of his shirt were all broken, exposing his well-toned chest.
Grabbing his collar, Jing Lihua pushed her lips onto his.
Hah! I finally have the top position!
However Jing Lihua's happiness was short-lived because soon, she was flipped over. With Li Zhiqiang being on the top, she found herself restricted.
Being in disadvantaged, she glared at Li Zhiqiang. "President Li, be a little gentle."
"Were you being gentle when you had me under you just a minute ago?" Li Zhiqiang said between kisses,
Dammit!
Jing Lihua could only curse because being under such a strong and powerful man, she didn't have any hope with struggling. If her martial arts were top lists, then he was the true master!
Her breath caught in her throat when, all of sudden, she felt the top button of her shirt being opened.
"President... Li... you..." Jing Lihua couldn't finish her words because soon afterward, the second button on her shirt was opened revealing her cleavage and a glimpse of her baby pink undergarments.
Her face burned red in embarrassment.
However, the man on top of her had no intention of stopping. On the contrary, his lip moved to her neck. Biting over her skin, he left a trail of hickories along her neck and moved downwards.
"...Shameless!" Jing Lihua suddenly blurted.
At her words, she heard a deep chuckle from Li Zhiqiang.
His face moved up and he looked directly into Jing Lihua's eyes. His lip had reddened slightly, the heated desire was prominent in his eyes making Jing Lihua heart thump louder.
"My little JingJing..." He whispered. "If you think this is shameless, what would you think of the things I fantasize about doing to you every night?"
'the things I fantasize about doing to you every night'
Those words reverberated in her mind, making her shudder.
Being pierced by his heated gaze, Jing Lihua's heart started pounding at an insane speed. With all the blood rushing to her brain, she could not think straight.
She was having a hard time to keep her breathing calm and steady.
That Li Zhiqiang was calm as ice!
She definitely didn't want him to give him the satisfaction of victory!
She tried to sound as firm as possible and maintain her composure. "D-Do you think you can scare me?" But still ended up stuttering.
"Sweetheart, do you want to try me?" Li Zhiqiang's eyes darkened to a deeper shade. It was as if his eyes could devour her whole.
"D-Don't be overconfident!"
"Haha!" Li Zhiqiang laughed heartily. Glancing down at the woman under him, he smirked. "Since you think I am overconfident, I will have no choice but give you a taste of what I am capable of."
Jing Lihua's heart shuddered.
Playing into his words, she felt like she had just stepped into his trap!
"President Li! If you dare to go overboard!"
"Don't worry. I won't take you fully today. What fun would there be
if it ends all in once?" Li Zhiqiang lightly stroked Jing Lihua's cheeks. "I would torture you thoroughly first. I will have you begging for me."
"You wish!"
"We will see." Saying so, Li Zhiqing once again buried his face into her neck. His fingers swiftly unbuttoned Jing Lihua's shirt until they reached her skirt.
All the while Jing Lihua fists were clutching Li Zhiqiang already half torn shirt forcefully. Once his fingers brushed the sensitive skin at her waistline, she let out a low gasp. Her toe curled as a pleasant shiver ran down her spine, making her close her legs.
The memories from that night in the car resurfaced.