The moment her eyes fluttered open revealed a strange sharpness in them that was but only a dull light before. An indomitable will her weaker counterpart certainly didn't have. Huang Yifei indeed possessed a logical mind; the wiser between them; the reasonable one. She-- well, she was less wise and more dangerous. Predominantly driven by her emotions. And, oh, how unstable those were.
With a hardened heart, the pleas of her 'sister' fell on deaf ears as she slithered her way to the master's bedroom, and as soon as the man on the bed once again came to view her back arched, muscles taught as a bowstring as though set to loose an arrow with a deathly purpose. Seeing his closed eyes, she allowed herself to reimagine the pair of slate orbs from the night before, dancing with life and mirth as he whispered the most inappropriate things into her ear.
Niccolo Amorelli was, for all intents and purposes, a very handsome man. His features evoked something in women, and men judging by some appreciative eyes from the reception, that made them want to tear each other apart in hopes to obtain him for themselves. His string of mistresses might as well have been the Imperial Harem of ancient China with how they attempt to outdo each other before the eyes of the public. It would have been embarrassing if it wasn't too sad.
A deep groan reverberated within the otherwise silent bedroom, causing it to echo louder than it was, evidently waking even the billionaire himself as he begun to shift on the bed. This sound, however, only spurned the heiress to lunge at him, fingers curling around his throat with more strength than one might assume given their rather dainty appearance. She took advantage of his momentary shock by getting on top of him, astride his chest with her legs unflinchingly against his arms to limit his movements as much as she could. Niccolo was of heavier built and could easily overpower her if she allowed even a smidge of underestimation.
Only a groan and an expletive escaped him as anything else came to a stop at his throat. This damn woman was stronger than he gave her credit for. There was confusion in his eyes at first; questions and betrayal; then came understanding. Everything suddenly made sense. How she could kill Giovanni DiNardo with only a strip of silk. How peacefully she slept after committing such a crime. How resolute she looked before him now as she choked his every breathe. Once these things settled, Niccolo was then able to clear his mind and think to make use of his own training by lifting his lower body to arch his legs over her head. He felt her flip herself over to the side more than he really saw her with his eyes despite having trained them unmovingly at her. Such a speed was almost inhuman.
As soon as he was free of her, he swiftly rolled to the other side of the bed and got on his feet to stand defensively, "Ah, tesoro," the endearment came out in a voice both equally coarse and purring, "...what an enticing sight that was." If looks could kill, Niccolo Amorelli would be six feet under her feet. "I see I have made a mistake in calling you gattina. You are more of a leonessa." The corner of his lips curved in a smirk, head tilted ever so slightly to the side.
"Do not trouble yourself, bastard, for you are not the first one to do so." She hated how adorable she found his smirk despite recognising how mocking it was.
"For your information, leonessa mio, my parents were married when they had me." When she moved, he moved. Depending on which eyes you saw them, they were both the predator and the prey, "If you wanted to play rough, I would have been all too happy to oblige. Though, I admit, I do love surprises."
"Shut up! You will die tonight."
"In pleasure? Because--"
Well and thoroughly annoyed by his disarming words, Yifei moved to strike him with a clawed fist that left four bleeding swipes on his pectoral, then a mighty swing of her leg hit him square on the chest and sent him stumbling back against his dresser. The fight seemed one-sided at first, but when she made to throw another kick, with doubled the strength, Niccolo caught her feet in both hands and abruptly hauled her towards him.
The shame she felt, that this pampered gigolo managed to suspend her, a trained martial artist, was indescribable.
The billionaire combined both his strength and weight into one single move and practically threw himself onto her, sending them both tumbling onto his floor with him on top of her. He made good use of the element of surprise and trapped her wrists in his hands before forcing them above her head. "Now now, I apologise for teasing." and yet his voice held no sincerity, "but, there is no need to be so spiteful, tesoro."
The heiress growled and snarled, squirming under him in an attempt to escape his grip. This was what she feared; giving him the chance to utilise his considerably stronger strength. "Unhand me, you brute!"
"Oh, yes, I'm the brute." He mocked drily, "My chest still hurt from that kick." He watched her huff and puff for a while before she resigned herself, teeth clenched and lips pursed. A pout, really.
"What now, bastard?"
A contemplating silence fell between them, two pair of calculative eyes trained on one another.
Then...
"Mwah!"
The heiress found herself staring at the other with widened eyes, mouth falling open to form a small 'o'. What the actual fuck...
"Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!" Niccolo dropped very audible kisses all over her face. The first one started on her nose; then on both cheeks; forehead; chin. "I find, as much as I enjoy your strength, tesoro, I do not like fighting with you. Let's make up, okay?"