The Devil's Secretary

Chapter 288: How do you know my preferences?

Lu Xian looked at her questioningly when she turned to look at him.

’’What were you doing just now?"

’’Teaching you how to paint,’’ he said, almost with certainty despite questioning himself inwardly. What was he doing just now?

She laughed, seemingly almost in disbelief as she shook her head, ’’I had my fair share of classes of art and poetry when I was young. All of those who came to teach me ran away with their tails tucked in between their legs.’’

’’That’s because they were not me. I won’t run away.’’ freёwebnovel.com

She paused, and chuckled again, ’’They were all few of the finest people in this field. But they told me I was a hopeless case when it came to art, painting or poetry. Even my best friend who was an equal lost case in art did it better than me. While she was not outstanding at it, she still was much better. I just had no sense of colors, no idea about strokes, drawings, anything.’’

She sighed, "They just all gave up on me seeing that I was a hopeless case.’’

Lu Xian’s hand that had raised towards her palm to urge her again, halted before he put it down.

’’How did you like the breakfast?"

He narrowed his eyes.

"You can’t stare like that at a woman you have bedded, Mr. Lu. Normal women will be scared shitless and afraid to approach you in the future if you do that. And that... will hamper your future prospects.’’

’’Only if you were normal.’’

She clutched her heart and moved away from him, looking almost heartbroken, ’’So what if I am not? Are you going to be fond of me any less because of that?"

’’Tell me, have you been stalking me?"

’’Hmm? Why do you say so?"

’’You knew, right?’’ Lu Xian picked up the paintbrush and dipped it in the red color, shifting his hand towards the canvas, ’’You knew that I would leave right away. Then, they served the breakfast right as I was about leave and that held me bad, made me curious till the point that I stayed back just so I could ask you...’’

The paintbrush glided across the canvas smoothly as he uttered coldly, ’’How do you know my preferences so well?"

And when he said too well, he meant too well. She did not just know about one of his favorite dishes which could have been passed off as something she had observed or discovered in passing. She knew his preferences to the extent of knowing that he liked his omelette without yolk, that he preferred something subtly sweet on his plate, she knew things that even he would not pay attention to if he was eating at Lu Mansion.

Because the cooks were accustomed to his preferences, the food was prepared according to them. If he dined outside in hotels, his secretary would make the necessary arrangements in advance.

’’You can say I was just trying my luck with that,’’ she stepped to the side and peeked at the painting the catch a glimpse of what he was doing with the hasty handprint she had left there, ’’And I got lucky since it made you stay...’’

She had yet to finish her words when he grabbed her wrist, spun her around and pressed her to the canvas. Her back faced towards him and her palm pressed on that exact spot where she had left the handprint.

’’Come on, do you want to fuck me in broad daylight? Am I that intoxicating, hmm?" she did not resist, her voice was teasing as she spoke.

He unzipped her dress, ’’Since you can’t paint, let me do it,’’ the dress pooled around her heels and a gust of cold hair caressed her body, making the small hairs stand across her skin.

He discarded every bit of remaining clothing from her body till she stood there, just in her heels. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her back into his arms.

In the next moment, she felt something wet gliding across her skin. She lowered her head and glanced at his fingers, dipped in red as they caressed her waist before reaching out to cup her breasts, squeezing it. As if unsatisfied, he mixed some black color to the red and the shade got darker by the next time he reached out to caress her skin.

In the silence, they could hear the sound of each other’s breathing and she lowered her head, a lingering darkness in them that was not prominent in her words when she spoke, ’’Is that all you can do?" she arched her hips till her bottom stroked his pants, ’’Hmm?"

And then, she heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled, his zipper pulled down as he pressed his throbbing heat against the crack of her ass.

Lu Xian actually did not understand her actions initially. Then he stopped comprehending his actions at some point too. He could not decipher why they were doing what they were doing.

But now, in moments like this, it started sinking in him their depravity, this debauchery was all an outcome of their desperation. Like the howls of two beasts that had been trapped in darkness for an eternity finding each other and recognizing that they were two kindred spirits.

It was already evening by the time Si Yena got a chance to breathe. The room was enshrouded in darkness. When they had moved from the canvas to the bed, she had remembered to draw the blinds shut. She was far too in it to keep control of her veil at that moment.

As she touched her face, she realized that the flimsy piece of cloth had long fallen somewhere. In the darkness, a weight pressed on her as Lu Sian swung his arm over, draping it over her waist. His fingers slowly moved up, drawing circles on her breast before they moved to her neck and then her chin.

He held her chin between his thumb and index finger as he swung his face over to his side and captured her lips in a searing kiss, letting go of her only when she was hot and breathless.