Cheng Yu pulled me into his arms, and whispered through gritted teeth in my ear, "Stepmom, your charm is truly boundless, huh? All wrapped up, and still on someone's mind."
"But now, you can only lie in my bed, and get fucked by me alone."
Those in power always seem to harbor an inexplicable obsession with possession, even if the thing is trivial and hardly worth mentioning. But in their eyes, as long as they haven't let go, it will always belong solely to them.
I had seen this kind of possessiveness before from Zhao Jihui, who demanded loyalty from women. As to whether they were actually loyal, that was beyond his concern.
It didn't matter if a mistress harbored someone else in her heart, as long as she never mentioned it and her legs hadn't spread for anyone else. That was enough.
I raised an eyebrow at Cheng Yu, "What's the matter? Mr. Cheng feeling insecure?"
