"The Blossoming Flowers" - Chapter Eight: A Bloodstained Kiss

N City is a small city outside the third or fourth tier. It has a small population and underdeveloped commerce. The local economy is mainly based on agriculture.
The only few ten-story buildings in the city are where commuters gather. The elevators here are often out of order, and if you're unlucky, you have to climb the stairs. Luo Rongjing slowly walked down the stairs and out the door. She saw a crowd gathered on the street outside, pointing and commenting on something.
She lowered her head and walked away, uninterested, a strange sense of unease creeping into her heart. Since running away from the Chu residence that day, she hadn't dared buy a plane or train ticket, simply hopping on a bus to get here. She had considered reporting it to the police, but then she thought about how the Chu family practically controlled everything in S City; she might be taken home by Chu Shuyang before she could even explain herself. She had also considered leaking information to the Chu family's rivals, saying that the chairman of the Chu Group was a madman, a pervert. But in the business world, there are no absolute enemies; it's all about whether you offer enough incentive to entice them.
She's no longer an eighteen or nineteen-year-old child, so naive and inexperienced. If these things were to get out, they would only make her more the subject of gossip and ridicule, causing a slight fluctuation in Chu's stock price, but it wouldn't affect Chu Shuyang in the slightest. In fact, he might even turn around and bite her.
She didn't believe she possessed any real charm to arouse Chu Shuyang's interest. Perhaps his actions last time were merely a momentary thrill of incest; or perhaps he was too drunk that night and mistook her for someone else; whatever the reason, it had nothing to do with her. She'd just consider it a dog bite; she had always intended to leave the Chu family anyway.
She walked with her head down, lost in thought, not noticing the person approaching, or perhaps the person who had been standing there the whole time. She quickly stopped and apologized, "I'm sorry, are you alright?" When she looked up, she froze in surprise, her hand gripping her handbag tightly.
Yuan Shuo seemed oblivious to the surprise and pallor on her face, and said softly, "Young Madam, the boss is waiting for you in the car."
She swallowed hard, her voice seeming to come from a very distant place, "I... I'm fine here, I don't want to go back."
Yuan Shuo smiled faintly. "Young Madam, you know I can't make that decision myself. You have to tell the boss this yourself. I don't think you want him to come and pick you up personally."
She sighed, slowly loosened her clenched hands, and looked across the street. A black, extended Bentley sat there quietly, surrounded by a crowd of onlookers. It felt as if a piercing gaze had been fixed on her from inside the car, and the unease that had been weighing on her finally subsided.
She seemed to smile and began to walk slowly towards the other side. Yuan Shuo followed behind her, and she could hear surprised sounds from those around her, as if some of her current colleagues were among them.
The car door opened from the inside as she approached, and Chu Shuyang's dark, deep eyes swept over her, his rugged face filled with cold gloom. He commanded, "Get in."
She took a breath, got into the car, and the black car drove off smoothly.
The houses outside the car window gradually decreased, while the lush trees increased. The car was driven to an unknown location.
"Get out of the car." A cold command snapped Luo Rongjing out of her reverie. She watched helplessly as the driver, Uncle Yang, and Yuan Shuo got out of the car. She frantically tried to pry open the car door, only to find it locked.
A cold, hoarse male voice came from behind, "I haven't met anyone as bold as you in a long time."
After he finished speaking, he dragged her over, pinned her down, and restrained her body. He violently tore open her skirt, unbuckled her belt and trousers, and fiercely thrust his burning heat inside her.
"Um."
He was gripped in a state of both pain and pleasure, the dryness of her passage making it difficult for him to move. He stared at the pale face beneath him, her furrowed brows, her tightly clenched lips. The rage within him almost consumed him; she was still so stubborn. If it had been anyone else like this before, he would have killed them long ago. But she, she was different after all.
He ripped open her shirt, took her breasts into his mouth, and gnawed at her nipples until they were hard and shiny. His hand reached to their genitals, playing with her clitoris, and he began to thrust forcefully. Slowly, fluid seeped out, becoming increasingly lubricated. He thrust faster and faster, almost throwing her off balance, yet he held her slender waist, pinning her down, his juices flying everywhere, the whole car shaking violently.
She lay on the leather car seat, being penetrated relentlessly by him, her body swaying with his hips. Her hands could barely hold onto the edge of the car, constantly groping and scratching. Suddenly, the enormous thing inside her swelled even more, as if it would pierce through her.
He gripped her thighs, pressing her down between his legs and ejaculating repeatedly, wave after wave as if he wanted to spray into her throat. She jerked up uncomfortably, tilting her head back, only to be jolted by the waves of heat, before slowly falling back onto the car seat.
His breathing was labored, his veined face twitched, and he let out a satisfied sigh. He closed his eyes briefly. Suddenly, a flash of silver light appeared. Before his thoughts could even register it, his body had already reacted. She pulled back, her penis sliding out more than halfway; she moved forward, and it plunged back in; the greedy root of her penis greedily darted into her flower-like opening, where it was tightly gripped, slowing her movements.
The sharp, cold paper cutter pierced his hard chest, and blood slowly seeped out. She tried to let go and back away, but he grabbed her. He seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing his relentless thrusting. She gasped in shock, staring at his bloodshot eyes and bloodstained chest.
Chu Shuyang laughed heartily, his eyes devoid of anger. After their earlier exertion, his penis swelled even larger and thicker, writhing greedily inside her. He nonchalantly pulled out the paper cutter and held it in his hand, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his full pectoral muscles, seemingly oblivious to the bleeding wound. His firm abdominal muscles appeared even more sexy and alluring with each thrust of his hips.
He picked up the knife, licking its cold surface a few times with the tip of his tongue. Under her terrified gaze, he passionately kissed her lips, the blood staining her pale lips a vibrant, alluring red. He continued to lightly kiss and lick her ear, drops of blood landing on her delicate earlobe, glistening with a seductive allure. He spoke with a hint of regret...
“You should have inserted it deeper, or pointed the gun at him here.” He took her bloodied finger and pointed it at his blood-soaked chest.
"However, I don't want to die by your hand."
He paused for a moment, then thrust his lower body forward forcefully, nibbling her earlobe and whispering like a lover, "I'd rather die on you." He then casually tossed the knife onto the front seat, pulled her close, and let her lean against his broad chest.
She spread her legs like a child urinating as he fucked her from below, his wicked voice falling behind her ear, "Look, Old Yang and Yuan Shuo are watching you."
She was still reeling from his bloody kiss and frantic words, and then she was thrown into a daze by his thrusting. She genuinely thought there was someone in front of her, and her lower body tightened in fear, tears welling in her eyes.
He endured the constant squeezing and pushing of his penis against her inner walls, gripping her waist and continuing his powerful thrusts. The bulge of his glans rubbed against her insides, driving her to madness with itchiness, and the constant flow of her vaginal fluids made his penetration even smoother. He rewarded her with accelerated thrusts, causing her entire body to sway wildly.
From that day on, she truly became Chu Shuyang's woman, her initial resistance and helplessness giving way to indifference. Chu Shuyang's libido was always strangely strong; she couldn't understand where a man in his forties got such abundant energy, as if he had never tasted meat before. But she knew that Chu Shuyang had had many mistresses, although he hadn't gone out recently. He was always finding places to make love to her; traces of their pleasure were scattered throughout the Chu family villa, and he even kept her intimate clothing in safes at home and at the company.
She couldn't understand Chu Shuyang's intentions, nor did she want to. She could only wait patiently, believing that an opportunity would eventually come. Until Chu Heng returned from the United States.

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