The water in the courtyard pond rippled violently, waves lapping against the stone edges, disturbed not by the wind, but by the sudden, aggressive movements of the predator and his prey.
Wang Jian didn't bother with any more gentle words or slow seduction. The time for the "reluctant gentleman" act was over. Right now, he was playing the role of a man pushed to the brink, a man whose frustrations—supposedly caused by Ruyan's teasing—needed an immediate, violent outlet. And Lianhua, trapped between his hard body and the rough stone wall of the enclosure, was the only vessel available.
He grabbed her by her slim, wet waist, his fingers digging into her flesh with bruising force. With a single, powerful motion, he spun her around, slamming her front-first against the cold, rough stone wall.
