Secret Wife Is A Crazy Beast

Shen was like a greedy tiger with his prey trapped underneath him, trembling in excitement and anxiety.

Leaning close to her, he whispered gently in her ear.

"Angel, trust your instincts. Once we begin...you won't want to stop."

Lina blushed even harder.

Her husband really was the devil. Why did he have to make her heart pound so hard. She would pass out from the stimuli running through her body right now.

He was tempting and alluring, yet intimidating. But she wanted more and more.

Shen was like an undeniable addiction.

She calmed herself by drinking in his strong, spicy scent. The scent that marked her as his territory.

As if entranced by his words, she began undoing the buttons on his shirt, still pinned beneath him.

The devil's s.e.xy lips twisted up in a subtle smile, gazing at the beauty of the angel underneath his body.

His hands skilfully undid her blouse, revealing the rest of her pillowy, white c.h.e.s.t.

Lina gasped at the sudden chill her body felt.

The large window to their bedroom was open, the white curtains flying in the slight breeze.

Moonlight brightened the dim bedroom, washing over Lina's half n.a.k.e.d body, making her skin glow and her eyes sparkle, revealing the d.e.s.i.r.e within.

Shen's eyes never once left her face, despite the allure of her body.

He wanted his wife to see him. He wanted her to remember his eyes pouring into her forever...through every separation, and every accident.

She was his and he was hers.

Lina suddenly felt another headache come on.

"Ahh..oww...that hurts.." she cried softly.

Shen immediately took her in his arms.

"Baby, what's wrong? What is it?"

But the headache suddenly subsided.

As she continued to look at Shen, her body in his arms, both in a state of undress, another memory came rushing back to her.

No, more than just one memory.

Tens and thousands of nights played themselves over and over in her head. These were nights spent with Shen, their bodies intertwined as a physical manifestation of the love they shared.

Like an endless wave washing over her, she remembered her husband.

She remembered the devil she married.

The devil she so greatly loved.

The devil in whose arms she laid in right now.

She looked up at him, staring at his perfectly sculpted face with the wide doe-eyes he fell in love with at first sight.

She didn't have to tell him.

He just knew.

He knew he'd finally got his wife back.

"Shen..." she whispered softly, her face just centimetres away from his.

"Angel..." he whispered back.

RRRRRIIIINNNGGG

A crude, loud cellphone ringing brought them both crashing down to reality, destroying the surreal, intimate moment the couple long deserved.

"Ugh, sorry angel, that's mine..." Shen mumbled in complete irritation.

How untimely!

Who could be calling now?

Shen glanced at his phone. The number was a private one.

Something gave him the feeling that this call could not be avoided.

He looked at his wife apologetically, like a whipped puppy of a husband, begging her forgiveness. But Lina understood better than anyone that duty called, and nobody could replace Shen's position at work.

He had to attend to certain things himself. She would never be the one to hold him back.

That's why, she knew, their relationship was strong and everlasting.

She nodded at him sweetly, assuring him that she wouldn't be upset that he had to work now.

Turning away, Shen picked up the call.

"Hello?"

"Young master Moshi..." a smooth, somewhat playful voice teased at the other end of the line.

"Who is this?"

"I'm offended you have to ask" came the cheeky response.

"Young master Lim, I'm guessing?" Shen asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Very good, master Moshi. I'm suddenly flattered. It's been a while since we've met, so I don't blame you for not instantly recognising my voice."

There was something unpredictable and condescending about his tone that made Shen uneasy.

He had never been to keen on the Lim heir, but speaking to him always brought back this distinct edginess and discomfort.

He was a wild horse, always acting like he had nothing to lose.

That made for a dangerous business partner. Especially one with too many secrets.

"I assume you're calling regarding my invitation for dinner, then, master Lim?" Shen asked.

"That's correct. It's been a while since I've gone out to play. I was delighted to receive your invitation!"

Shen grimaced. He didn't sound very serious at all. This was supposed to an invitation to discuss an extremely important collaboration that affected various areas of trade for the Lim clan as well as the Moshi family.

"Ah, I'd love to play, master Lim. But our collaborations on the Country A trading front is at the top of my agenda." Shen wanted to be perfectly clear with his business partner.

There would be no fooling around.

"All work and no play makes a man dull, master Moshi..." there was sneer in his voice, but Shen ignored it.

"I'd rather be dull, than be sorry. So, shall we say, 7pm this Saturday evening?"

There was a short laugh from the Lim heir at the other end of the line.

"I'll look forward to it, then."

After Shen hung up, he let out a long sigh.

That man was a handful to deal with. Saturday was only four days away, and there was a lot to prepare for.

He'd have to start tonight itself.

He turned around to pacify and cuddle his angel wife before he would have to abandon her for his study, but he found her peacefully asleep under the blanket already.

Looking at her slim, still half undressed figure bathed in the gentle moonlight, he sighed.

"Why does time never stop for us..." he whispered longingly, standing above their bed.

He reached down to stroke her hair, laying a gentle kiss on her soft lips before latching the windows.

The chilly breeze would make her sick.

He wouldn't let anything hurt her again.