Gu Jingchen's private elevator rose smoothly toward the top floors of the Gu Corporation headquarters tower. Lin Xia stood beside him, still wearing the torn remnants of last night's velvet gown wrapped in one of his oversized dress shirts. The white fabric swallowed her frame, the hem brushing mid-thigh, sleeves rolled up several times. It smelled like him—clean cedar, warm skin, and the faint musk of sex that lingered on both of them.
He hadn't allowed her to go back to her old apartment.
A team of assistants had already been dispatched with instructions to pack everything and deliver it to the penthouse. Her old life was being erased with ruthless efficiency.
Gu Jingchen's hand rested possessively on the small of her back, thumb stroking slow circles over the shirt fabric. Every few seconds his fingers would dip lower, brushing the curve of her bare ass, reminding her she wore nothing underneath.
"You're quiet," he observed, voice low.
"Processing," she replied honestly. "Yesterday I was a disposable secretary. Today I'm… this."
His grip tightened. "You were never disposable. Not to me. Not anymore."
The elevator doors opened directly into the sprawling penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city skyline. Modern minimalist design dominated—black marble, white leather, strategic pops of deep emerald. A grand piano sat in one corner; a private infinity pool shimmered on the terrace outside.
Gu Jingchen guided her inside, then turned her to face him.
"Rules," he said simply.
Lin Xia raised an eyebrow, amused despite the flutter in her stomach.
"You live here now. You sleep in my bed. You eat what I provide. You go nowhere without security or me." His phoenix eyes darkened. "And when I want you, you come to me. Immediately."
She stepped closer, placing her palms on his chest. "And what do I get in return?"
"Everything." He leaned down, lips brushing her ear. "My name. My protection. My cock whenever that pretty pussy gets wet for me."
Heat bloomed low in her belly. Even sore, her body responded to the crude promise.
Before she could answer, he kissed her—slow, deep, claiming. His tongue stroked hers lazily, tasting, owning. When he pulled back, his voice was rougher.
"Shower. Then we're going to the office. Together."
He didn't wait for agreement. He simply scooped her up and carried her to the master bathroom—a marble sanctuary with a rainfall shower large enough for ten people.
Clothes hit the floor. Steam filled the space.
Under the hot spray, Gu Jingchen dropped to his knees.
Water cascaded over his broad shoulders as he parted her thighs with gentle but insistent hands. He looked up at her, eyes black with hunger.
"Let me take care of you," he murmured.
Then his mouth was on her again.
This time he was worshipful—slow, thorough, savoring. His tongue traced every fold with deliberate care, licking away the remnants of last night's passion before focusing on her clit. He circled it lazily, then sucked gently, humming in approval when her fingers tangled in his wet hair.
Lin Xia's head fell back against the marble wall. The contrast of hot water and his hotter mouth made her dizzy. He slid two fingers inside her—slow, scissoring gently to ease the lingering soreness while his tongue flicked faster.
Pleasure built in unhurried waves. He brought her to the edge repeatedly, backing off each time until she was whimpering, hips rocking shamelessly against his face.
Only when she was trembling, begging in broken whispers—"Jingchen, please, I need—" did he finally let her come.
He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard while his fingers curled deep, stroking that perfect spot.
She shattered with a cry that echoed off the tiles—soft, rolling waves of pleasure that left her knees weak. He licked her through every aftershock, gentle now, cleaning her with long, soothing strokes of his tongue until she was oversensitive and panting.
When he finally stood, his cock was rock-hard, flushed dark and leaking. He didn't push for more. Instead he washed her hair with surprising tenderness, soaping her body with slow, possessive strokes—palms gliding over her breasts, down her waist, between her thighs again until she was clean and flushed.
Only after they were both rinsed did he press her against the wall and slide into her from behind—slow, deep, careful of her soreness.
He didn't chase his own release. He simply rocked inside her, one hand between her legs rubbing gentle circles on her clit while the other pinched her nipples, murmuring filthy praise against her ear.
"You feel like heaven. So tight even after I fucked you raw last night. This pussy was made to take me."
She came again—smaller, sweeter—clenching around him until he groaned and spilled deep inside her with a low curse, hips jerking.
He stayed buried until the water ran cold.
Later, dressed in a new emerald silk dress he'd had delivered (perfect fit, modest enough for office but clinging in all the right places), they descended to the underground garage.
A sleek black Maybach waited. Gu Jingchen held the door for her, then slid in beside her. His hand immediately found her thigh, sliding under the hem to rest possessively high.
At Gu Corporation headquarters, the lobby fell silent the moment they stepped through the revolving doors together.
Heads turned.
Gasps rippled.
Phones were discreetly raised.
Gu Jingchen ignored them all. He kept his hand on the small of her back as they walked to the private executive elevator, his expression cold and unreadable to everyone except her.
Inside the elevator he pulled her close, kissing her temple.
"Mine," he whispered.
The doors opened on the executive floor.
Bai Yue was waiting near the secretary station, face pale, eyes red-rimmed. She had clearly heard the rumors already.
"President Gu," Bai Yue began, voice trembling as she stepped forward. "There's been a misunderstanding about last night—"
Gu Jingchen's gaze cut through her like ice. "You're fired. Effective immediately. Security will escort you out. Any attempt to contact Lin Xia or spread rumors will result in legal action."
Bai Yue's mouth opened, closed. Her eyes darted to Lin Xia, filled with venom and disbelief. "You… you bitch. You stole my plan—"
"Enough." Gu Jingchen's voice was quiet, deadly. Two security guards appeared instantly.
As Bai Yue was led away still protesting, Lin Xia felt the full weight of his protection settle around her like armor.
He turned to the stunned executive team gathered nearby.
"Miss Lin Xia is now my personal assistant and will occupy the office adjacent to mine. Any disrespect toward her will be considered disrespect toward me."
No one dared argue.
Later, in the privacy of his vast CEO office with the door locked, Gu Jingchen pulled her onto his lap behind the massive desk.
His hand slid under her dress again, fingers tracing lazy patterns on her inner thigh.
"Tonight," he murmured against her neck, "I'm going to spread you out on this desk and eat you until you scream my name loud enough for the entire floor to hear."
Lin Xia shivered, already growing wet at the promise.
But she smiled secretly.
No pregnancy yet.
The probability had dropped again after the shower.
She still had time to deepen his obsession—time to make him so addicted that when the moment finally came, he would move heaven and earth to keep her and their child.