Deviant: No Longer Human

"G-Get away!"

Qian Ruixin's voice shook, her delicate hands struggling against Wang Xiao's iron-tight grip. He leaned closer, his shadow casting over her like a stormcloud.

"Not until you kiss me," he murmured, his voice calm, yet filled with a rhythm that made her pulse race.

"!"

Her face flushed, and she glared at him, but her nervous glance darted toward Li Xiaoqing, sleeping peacefully on the bed. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing her mother-in-law in an ethereal glow.

"Xiao Wang, stop joking!" she hissed. "If she wakes up—"

"If she wakes up…" Wang Xiao's lips curled into a dangerous smile,"Then we'll deal with her together."

Her breath hitched. "You're— insane"

"Perhaps," he said without hesitation, his tone as steady as the earth. His eyes flicked to Li Xiaoqing's motionless figure. "But insanity serves me well in a world where I fear no one."

Those words struck her like thunder. Fear no one. Wang Xiao's arrogance was legendary in their family, but this was different.

There was no bravado, no empty boasting. It was a simple, chilling truth.

And why would he fear anyone? She didn't know the full extent of his power, but whispers about his unparalleled strength had spread like wildfire.

Cousin or not, this man standing before her was nothing short of a monster.

"Don't test me, Rui," he added softly, his tone devoid of warmth.

Her mind spun. This wasn't the playful cousin she remembered from childhood.

This man had long since shed the constraints of family bonds. Her mother-in-law, her marriage, her reputation—none of it mattered to him.

"Why are you even here?" she finally demanded, her voice trembling. "You shouldn't be in this house!"

Wang Xiao tilted his head,"Why not? You're here, aren't you?"

Her face burned with indignation. "I'm—"

"And I'm still your man." He leaned closer, "A bond that excuses anything. Or does it?"

Her heart thundered in her chest, a tempest of guilt and confusion warring within her. She turned her gaze away, her thoughts spiraling. When had he become like this? When had his gaze grown so heavy, his presence so suffocating?

Yet, as her resistance crumbled, she felt herself surrendering. Slowly, she rose onto her toes, her trembling lips brushing his.

"Rui," Wang Xiao whispered, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "Why do you look at me like I'm the enemy?"

The intimacy of his words made her heart ache. She hated him, didn't she? Yet his touch—so firm, so resolute—unnerved her in ways she couldn't explain.

His quiet chuckle shattered the fragile moment. "Why do we look like lovers sneaking away?"

Her eyes snapped open, and she quickly slapped her hand over his mouth, her cheeks blazing. "Quiet! Do you 'want' her to wake up?"

He grinned behind her hand, his gaze dropping to her flushed face. "Would it matter?"

The audacity of his words left her speechless. This man truly feared nothing—not her husband, not her mother-in-law, not even the heavens themselves.

For the first time, she wondered if she should fear him.

"Ah—"

Wang Xiao inhaled deeply, the intoxicating fragrance of roses enveloping him. It hugged to her skin, charming and wholly inappropriate for someone of her restrained demeanor. The contrast stirred something primal within him, sharpening his senses.

Without hesitation, he clamped a hand over her mouth, silencing her gasp. His other arm wrapped around her slender waist, dragging her toward the bathroom. Qian Ruixin's hands flailed wildly, like a bird caught in a trap. Her struggles only seemed to excite him further, his touch searing against her skin—hot ice, both scalding and numbing.

CLICK!

The bathroom door slammed shut behind them, a finality that echoed in her racing heart. To her, it felt like the door of fate had closed, trapping her within the inescapable storm that was Wang Xiao.

Half an hour later, the door creaked open.

Wang Xiao emerged, his muscular frame shamelessly exposed. He stretched lazily, completely unbothered by Qian Ruixin's frantic protests muffled within the room.

Ignoring her warnings, he opened the wardrobe, retrieved a towel, and carelessly draped it over his shoulder before sauntering out.

It would be some time before Ruixin dared step out herself. She had pleaded with him to stay hidden, to act discreetly, but discretion was a foreign concept to Wang Xiao.

He strode into Madam Li's bedroom as though he owned it, his footsteps unhurried, his expression as calm as a predator surveying its territory.

Li Xiaoqing, oblivious to the intruder, lay fast asleep on her side.

The silken sheets draped over her shifted slightly as she turned, her back arching just enough to reveal smooth, unblemished skin.

Wang Xiao's gaze darkened, a dangerous gleam flickering in his eyes.

Without a word, he sat beside her, his weight sinking into the mattress. His hand moved with deliberate slowness, sliding beneath the hem of her deep purple gown.

The fabric was soft against his fingertips, but it was her skin—velvety, warm, and impossibly smooth—that truly captivated him.

For a moment, he paused, caught off guard. How could her skin be so flawless, even at her age?

His arm circled around her, pulling her closer, his chest pressing against her back as his arousal throbbed against her. The heat between them growing like his hot libido, his breath grazing her neck as he whispered to himself.

"Dangerous… so dangerous," he murmured, almost as if chastising her.

His hand ghosted across her hot rosy lips, careful yet penetrating, his fingers brushing the softness of her mouth. He whispered a spell under his breath, a gentle incantation to keep her asleep, her breathing even and undisturbed.

"Enchanting," Wang Xiao thought, his gaze roaming over her. The mature charm of a woman like Li Xiaoqing was impossible to resist. The temptation was a crime waiting to happen, yet he convinced himself it was nothing more than curiosity—an inspection of the goods, as he so boldly justified.

"X-Xiao Wang?!"

Qian Ruixin's trembling voice pierced the air as she stepped out of the bathroom, her damp skin glowing beautifully in the sunlight. Nervousness flickered in her wide eyes, her posture tense as she clutched the towel tightly around her curves. She froze in place, her gaze locking onto the scene before her.

Her mother-in-law, Li Xiaoqing, lay sprawled on the bed beneath Wang Xiao. Her smooth, fleshy legs were parted in a shameless display, his powerful hips pressing firmly against hers. His 'hot rod' was buried deep inside her, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that left no question of his intentions.

Oh heavens…

Qian Ruixin's mind went blank, her thoughts derailing into a haze of disbelief and horror. She could only stand there, frozen, as Wang Xiao lowered his head, his lips closing around Li Xiaoqing's hardened nipple.

His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, earning a faint, unconscious moan from the mature woman beneath him.

"Sweet," Wang Xiao remarked inwardly, savoring her taste. Her body responded so beautifully, so eagerly, even in her slumber. His movements quickened for a moment, his lust driving him as he lost himself in the heady scent of her skin and the fiery warmth enveloping him.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he remembered Murong Shan—the pathetic fool who had dared to challenge him.

That man had schemed to steal what was his.

Now, Wang Xiao had taken everything: his wife, his 'real' mother, and now his stepmother.

'What a victory,' he thought darkly, his grin widening.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

His thrusts grew deeper, more primal. With a low growl, he spilled his seed inside her, marking her as his in the most intimate way possible.

Spurt, Spurt, Spurt!

Li Xiaoqing's legs twitched involuntarily, her body quivering as the last waves of pleasure coursed through her. Wang Xiao pulled her closer, kissing her swollen lips with an intensity that left her moaning even in her unconscious state.

The mature taste of her ignited something untamable within him, but he forced himself to stop. She would wake to this 'gift' soon enough.

Satisfied, Wang Xiao straightened, adjusting his posture as if the act had been nothing more than routine.

He turned, his sharp gaze falling on Qian Ruixin, who still stood frozen in the doorway.

Her face was ghostly pale, her lips parted in silent shock. Her knees gave out, and before he could say a word, she collapsed to the floor in a faint.

"Tch," Wang Xiao clicked his tongue, walking over to her. He crouched down, his strong arms scooping her up with ease.

Holding her limp body close, he shook his head, though his smirk betrayed his amusement.

"I may have gone a little overboard," he muttered, carrying her toward the bed. His gaze flicked briefly back to Li Xiaoqing, who remained splayed out on the mattress, her gown disheveled, her flushed body still glistening with a faint sheen of sweat.

The sight stirred some thing in him once more, but he pushed it aside—for now.

Laying Qian Ruixin down gently, he brushed a damp strand of hair from her face.

She looked so innocent, so fragile in her unconscious state. He chuckled softly, the sound low and almost menacing.

"Sometimes," he murmured to himself, his voice rich with satisfaction, "evil is necessary to fight evil."

His gaze lingered on the two women for a moment longer before he turned, stretching lazily. 'It was all worth it,' he thought, his smirk widening as he left the room, the lingering scent of lust and roses gently drifting in the air.