More Fun With Matriarch Xia Bingling

Wang Li's hands dipped beneath the flimsy nightgown, sending a jolt through Xia Bingling. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against the taut peaks. A playful pinch sent a gasp escaping her lips, a mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure.

"Enjoying yourself, Matriarch?" he purred, his voice laced with a cruel amusement.

"No," she spat, defiance flickering momentarily in her voice. "This is… degrading."

He chuckled, a dark sound that echoed in the stillness of the room. "Degrading?" he mocked, his fingers circling a nipple. "Your body seems to have a different opinion."

Her moans betrayed her, a low, guttural sound that contradicted her words. Hatred warred with a strange, unfamiliar heat that bloomed within her. She hated his touch, hated the way her body responded despite itself.