Criminal Love

58. Disturbing Chat

A few months later

Dylan and Yue have been working together for a little over a year. In about two months they will celebrate their first wedding anniversary, though Yue still does not fully remember getting married. She has had a few dreams about that day, but she doesn't know if they're real recollections of the facts or reenactments created by her brain based on the pictures they have and the tale that Dylan has told her many times.

Today is Sunday morning, and Yue and Dylan are still in bed at the penthouse. Dylan woke Yue up with a delightful painting session and afterwards she fell asleep again on his chest. She has now taken him hostage - her body is on top of his, flesh touching flesh, his warmth and his breathing are lulling her, his protective arms encircling her, and he kisses her hair and forehead every now and then as he waits for her to get up.

The room is quiet and dark because the curtains are still closed despite it being 9 am. However, out of the blue, a phone chimes.

Dylan makes an annoyed face. Phones are not allowed during the weekends at the penthouse because Yue was getting too distracted by the device. For a while, he confiscated the disruptive item, but lately she has been hiding it from him to prevent that from happening.

As of this moment, Dylan is considering reinstating the martial law about phones because there goes the sound again, making his ears bleed, not for being loud, but because it reminds him that there's a world outside the heavenly penthouse.

The noise is coming from Yue's nightstand, inside the drawer.

"Cookie!" Dylan shouts on purpose, shaking her body. "Is your phone on?!"

Oops. Yue pretends to be asleep, but Dylan can sense the change of rhythm in her breathing.

"I know you're awake!" he exclaims, his voice raspy and frustrated.

"Um..."

Since Yue is not taking responsibility for her actions, Dylan rolls them on the bed and traps her under his body. He intertwines his hands with hers and holds them at the sides of her head.

"You are not supposed to keep your phone on when we're here," he states, his eyes wide and serious.

Still, Yue cannot help but laugh at his exasperation. "You're so possessive! Let me go!"

"Oh, no. You're not going anywhere. I am possessive, and jealous. And you're expected to be mine all weekend. You're not allowed to chat with other people and get distracted. You're mine and only mine while we're here. That was the deal, but you seem to break it often."

Seeing him riled up about this is kind of arousing for Yue. She involuntarily bites her lower lip in a suggestive way and her face becomes warm and mottled. She knows there is no way to escape these feelings.

"We are so dysfunctional," she says in a vulnerable tone. "Here you are, domineering and overwhelming, and all I can think of is how much I love you and how I never want you to stop being like this, obsessive and greedy towards me."

Man, it is incredibly difficult to act indifferent after hearing those words.

Dylan crashes his mouth on Yue's and leads the impetuous kiss. He bites her lips and sucks the air out of her, and Yue yields to his desires. When he breaks the kiss, both catch a breath.

Dylan keeps their noses and lips still brushing, lingering over her, making her realize how eager he is to paint her again after this, and Yue grins mischievously. His skin against hers prickles her cells and sends jolts through her nervous system.

The painter is inspired, and the canvas is willing. Perfect combination.

Without any delay, the coloring begins. Profound strokes, covetous and authoritarian, incite wails of unbearable pleasure. There is nowhere to hide, there is no salvation. The painter will persist in the artwork until he is completely satisfied with the outcome.