Enticing Kiss: The Cold CEO's Ultimate Trapping

Midsummer in New York, the air was thick with a sweltering heat.

Elena Lu dragged her suitcase, standing before the heavy carved iron gates of the Qin family mansion, her palms damp with a thin layer of sweat.

After three years, she was finally back.

"Miss Elena, you're finally back. The old lady has been talking about you every day." Uncle Chen, the butler, smiled as he took her luggage and led her inside.

Passing through the corridor, the cool air of the main hall hit her face.

Elena immediately saw the man sitting in the primary seat.

Julian Qin wore a sophisticated dark gray suit, his tie fastened perfectly, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, adding a touch of coldness that kept people at a distance. He held a white porcelain teacup, his eyes lowered as he listened to Old Mrs. Qin speak. His profile was deep and picturesque, so noble that one dared not look directly at him.

He was the youngest patriarch of the Qin family and Elena's nominal uncle.

Elena's heart skipped a beat, and her fingertips instinctively curled into her palms.

"Grandma, I'm back," she spoke softly, her voice still carrying a hint of hoarseness from her long journey.

Old Mrs. Qin beamed with joy, beckoning her over. "Elena, come here quickly. Let Grandma see if you've suffered abroad. Why have you lost so much weight?"

Only then did Julian Qin look up, his gaze falling on Elena.

Three years had passed, and the timid little girl who used to follow him and call him "Uncle" had blossomed. She wore a simple white shirt and a pleated skirt. Her skin was fair, and her features were clear and ethereal, exuding a purity untouched by dust. Yet, her eyes were captivating; when they moved, they seemed to have invisible hooks.

"Julian, you're her uncle; why don't you say hello?" the old lady chided.

Julian put down his teacup, his cold gaze lingering on Elena's face for a moment before he spoke indifferently, "Welcome back."

His voice was deep and pleasant, like the strings of a cello sweeping across the heart.

Elena lowered her head slightly, hiding the five-year-old turmoil in her eyes. "Uncle, long time no see."

In the evening, the Qin family held a welcome banquet.

Elena sat opposite Julian, almost afraid to look up. She could feel the man's gaze occasionally sweeping over her, carrying a scrutinizing, highly oppressive power.

After the banquet, Elena went to the kitchen to pour some water. Passing the study, she saw light leaking from the crack in the door.

She stopped in her tracks and, as if possessed, walked over.

In the study, Julian had taken off his suit jacket and was wearing only a white shirt, his sleeves rolled up casually to reveal his firm forearms. He was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, his tie slightly loose, exuding a captivating decadence amidst his abstinence.

Elena watched, somewhat entranced.

"Have you seen enough?" the man's low, raspy voice suddenly sounded.

Elena was startled and was about to turn and run, but the study door was opened from the inside.

Julian stood at the door, his tall figure completely enveloping her in shadow. He looked down at her, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses as deep as ink.

"You left so decisively three years ago. Now that you're back, you don't even dare to look at your uncle?"

He leaned in slightly, and the cold, woody scent with a hint of tobacco instantly invaded all of Elena's senses.

Elena's heart pounded like a drum, and she forced a smile. "How could that be... I was just afraid of disturbing your work, Uncle."

"Is that so?" Julian's long fingers reached out, seemingly brushing past the tips of her hair, creating a faint current of electricity. "Elena, you've grown up."

His tone was ambiguous, and his gaze fell on her earlobes, which had turned slightly red from tension. His eyes darkened.

This forbidden game called "Uncle" seemed to have truly begun the moment she returned.

Julian Qin was an extremely self-disciplined person.

In New York's elite circles, he was famous as the "flower on the high ridge"—cold and abstinent, with no woman ever by his side. Some even whispered that the Qin family's patriarch was born without emotions.

Elena Lu, however, knew that it was just a perfect mask.

On the third day after her return, because Elena needed to prepare a gown for her university's graduation party, Old Mrs. Qin arranged for her to go pick one out with Julian.

In a top-tier haute couture shop, Elena changed into a dark green backless gown.

This color was extremely difficult to pull off, yet it complemented her skin, making it look as fair as congealed fat. The design of the dress was bold, with the back almost entirely bare, save for a few slender black silk ribbons crossing over each other—it was incredibly seductive.

Elena walked out somewhat uneasily, standing before the fitting mirror.

Julian was sitting on a single sofa not far away, flipping through a financial report. Hearing the movement, he slowly looked up.

At that moment, his fingers paused on the page.

The dark green silk fabric hugged the girl's graceful curves, rippling as she moved. She stood under the lights, her pure face and the enchanting gown forming an ultimate visual conflict.

Julian's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably, and a hidden layer of dark desire flickered in his eyes.

"Uncle, is this one okay?" Elena turned around cautiously, showing that smooth and delicate back to him.

Julian stood up, approaching her step by step.

He stopped behind her, his long fingers resting on her bare shoulder. His fingertips were slightly cool, and as they brushed against her skin, Elena couldn't help but develop a layer of tiny goosebumps.

"The back is too exposed," Julian's voice was pressed very low, carrying a hint of unnoticeable hoarseness.

He reached out, slowly and methodically helping her adjust those silk ribbons, his fingertips seemingly brushing against her spine. That tingling sensation traveled up from her tailbone to the top of her head, making Elena's legs feel a bit weak.

"But... the shop assistant said this one suits me best," Elena bit her lower lip, her voice soft and sweet, as if she were acting spoiled.

Julian suddenly pressed against her from behind, his chest against her back.

Through the thin fabric, Elena could feel the oppressive heat from his body and his steady, drum-like heartbeat.

He leaned down, his lips close to her ear, his warm breath fanning in. "Elena, you haven't even graduated yet. Dressing like this—who do you want to show it to?"

His tone carried a frightening sense of possessiveness. He applied pressure with his fingertips, tightening one of the ribbons.

Elena could almost hear her own heart thumping like thunder.

"Change it." Julian let go and took a step back, regaining his cold and noble demeanor as if the moment of loss of control had never happened.

He restrained himself exceptionally well—so well that Elena thought the ambiguous touch just now was merely her hallucination.

But when he sat back on the sofa and picked up the financial report again, Elena clearly saw his fingers trembling slightly.

Beneath that abstinent shell, a beast was clearly locked away, on the verge of breaking out of its cage.

Elena Lu's secret crush began when she was seventeen.

At that time, the Lu family suffered a sudden misfortune, and she was taken into the Qin family for foster care. On that stormy night, Julian Qin brought her home, wrapping her shivering body in his large suit jacket and telling her: "Don't be afraid, this will be your home from now on."

That hint of cold fragrance became the most secret dream of her teenage years.

Five years had passed. She had filled her diary with his name, yet when facing him, she had to repeatedly check if even her breathing was appropriate.

The night before the graduation party.

Elena was packing her luggage in her bedroom. She planned to move out of the Qin family mansion after the party and stay in the small apartment she had rented off-campus. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, the love in her eyes would become impossible to hide and would be seen through by that shrewd and cold man at a glance.

"Knock, knock."

The door was knocked.

Julian Qin pushed the door open and entered. He had already changed into loungewear—a black silk robe, the belt tied loosely, revealing a large expanse of his firm chest, hopelessly sexy.

"Moving out?" He saw the suitcase on the floor at a glance, his tone cool.

Elena stopped her movements and stood up awkwardly. "Yes, the school is closer to the company, so it's more convenient for work."

Julian walked up to her, his long fingers picking up a sketchbook on the desk. It was what she usually used for drawing.

He flipped it open nonchalantly, and Elena's breath instantly hitched.

In that book, there were only sketches of him.

The way he looked reading in the sunlight, the way he frowned on a rainy day, the way he fell asleep tired in the study... Every stroke was poured with her intense, almost humble love.

Julian's flipping speed grew slower and slower, and the air in the bedroom seemed to freeze.

Elena was so ashamed she wanted to find a hole to crawl into. She rushed over to grab it. "Don't look! Give it back to me!"

Julian stepped aside to avoid her, one hand gripping her waist and pressing her against the edge of the desk.

The sketchbook fell to the floor, flipping exactly to the last page. On that page was a drawing of a kiss she had made. The man in the drawing was clearly Julian Qin, and the girl was her profile.

"Elena Lu, is this the 'Uncle' you speak of?" Julian's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying an extreme sense of danger and temptation.

He leaned down, his nose almost brushing hers, his eyes burning as he stared at her flushed face. "Five years. You hid it deep."

So he knew all along.

Elena's eyes reddened, and she simply threw caution to the wind. "Yes, I just like you! I just want to kiss you! Julian Qin, if you have the guts, then kick me out!"

Before she could finish her words, the man's hand had already gripped the back of her head.

He didn't kiss her, but he stared at her with a gaze that could melt a person, his voice startlingly hoarse. "Elena, do you think... you're the only one who's been holding back?"

He gave her a restrained kiss on the forehead, then quickly let go and turned to leave.

That night, Elena didn't sleep at all.

She clearly saw that at the moment he turned around, the desire in his eyes was a hundred times more crazed than hers.

The graduation party.

Elena Lu changed into the white formal dress Julian Qin had chosen—relatively conservative, yet still outlining her perfect curves.

The party venue was bustling with people, but Elena was absent-minded. Her mind was full of Julian's restrained kiss from the previous night and his last ambiguous words.

To bolster her courage, she drank several glasses of champagne in a row.

The alcohol flushed her face, making her eyes shine with an unusual brightness. Her gaze carried a rare sense of naive charm and wildness.

As the party drew to a close, Julian's car stopped punctually at the entrance of the auditorium.

Elena held her skirt and walked out unsteadily. As the early summer night breeze blew, the alcohol's effect fully kicked in.

Seeing the man standing by the car, looking like a god, Elena suddenly felt a surge of desperate courage.

"Elena, get in the car." Julian frowned, looking at her flushed face, and reached out to support her.

Elena, however, took the opportunity to crash into his arms, her hands tightly hooking around his neck.

"Julian Qin..." she called his name in a soft, milky voice, no longer using that distant "Uncle."

Julian's body stiffened. Before he could speak, a soft, moist sensation came from his lips.

It was Elena kissing him.

Carrying the rich aroma of fruit wine, and the clumsy, green seduction of a young girl. The tip of her small tongue tentatively brushed against the crack of his lips, like a cat lightly scratching.

Julian's pupils contracted sharply, and the strength in his hands almost crushed her slender waist.

This was by the large sports field, with students passing by in small groups not far away.

"Elena Lu, do you have any idea what you're doing?" Julian squeezed a broken question from his throat, yet his body was terrifyingly honest. Instead of pushing her away, he pressed her against the car door.

"I like you... kiss me, Uncle..." Elena murmured recklessly, her small hands even trying to unbutton his shirt.

Julian's last shred of sanity snapped.

He suddenly deepened the kiss.

Unlike Elena's greenness, his kiss was aggressive, brutally plundering the oxygen in her mouth and dancing with the tip of her tongue. He rampaged through her teeth and lips as if venting all five years of endurance into this kiss.

Elena was kissed until her legs felt weak, and she hung onto him completely.

It wasn't until a burst of laughter came from nearby that Elena suddenly regained some clarity.

Heavens, what had she done? She had actually forcibly kissed Julian Qin in public!

Taking advantage of the moment Julian loosened his grip, she pushed him away forcefully. Without even caring about her high heels, she ran barefoot toward the dark path.

"Elena Lu!"

From behind came the man's roar, suppressed to the extreme.

Elena didn't dare look back. She thought Julian would be disgusted and think she was frivolous.

She didn't realize that this kiss had completely torn off the man's hypocritical mask of coldness.

Elena Lu hid in her apartment, locked the door, and huddled under the covers, shivering.

She turned off her phone, trying to escape everything.

However, the next morning.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A series of rapid and heavy knocks sounded, as if trying to tear down the thin security door.

Elena looked through the peephole and saw Julian Qin standing at the door. He was still wearing the same shirt from last night, but the collar was open, his black hair was messy, and his eyes were filled with terrifying bloodshot veins.

He looked like he hadn't slept all night, and his whole body radiated a terrifying low-pressure aura.

"Elena Lu, open the door." His voice was low and dangerous, like the calm before a storm.

Elena was too scared to make a sound, trying to play dead.

"I know you're in there." Julian sneered. "If you don't open the door, I'll call a locksmith. By the way, you can think about how to explain to the whole school who the person was that forcibly kissed me last night."

Elena bit her teeth and slowly opened the door.

As soon as the door opened a crack, the man pushed his way in arrogantly and locked the door behind him.

He blocked Elena against the wall in the entryway, his hands propped up beside her, completely trapping her in that small space.

"Run, why don't you run anymore?" Julian stared at her, his fingertips sliding over her lips, which were still slightly swollen from the kiss last night. His gaze was dark and unreadable. "Elena, kissing and then running away—who taught you such rules?"

Elena lowered her head, not daring to look at him. "I'm sorry... I drank too much last night..."

"Drank too much?" Julian leaned down, forcing her to lean back. "Can drinking too much let you hold me and call my name? Can drinking too much let you stick your tongue in? Elena Lu, what do you take me for? A pet you can summon and dismiss at will?"

He got closer as he spoke, his high nose bridge pressing against hers, his hot breath fanning across her face.

"Uncle, I was wrong..."

"Don't call me Uncle." Julian suddenly grew fierce, leaning down to bite her earlobe, his voice incredibly hoarse. "Hearing those two words makes me want to take you right here."

Elena trembled all over, feeling something hard pressing against her thigh.

It was the man's most primitive and direct desire.

"Elena Lu, I'll give you one last chance." Julian's palm pressed against her soft, slender waist, slowly moving downward. "Stay by my side, or let me have you right here?"

Elena was terrified by the crazed possessiveness in his eyes, and she was also completely lost.

This man was never some cold, Buddha-like figure; he was the world's top hunter.

And she was the prey he had waited five years for.

The light inside the apartment was somewhat dim.

Elena Lu was pressed against the wall by Julian Qin. In the air, besides the man's cold woody scent, there was an added touch of highly aggressive male hormones.

"I... I choose the first one," Elena spoke with a trembling voice. She wouldn't dare let him have her right there in the entryway; just thinking about that position made her legs weak.

Julian gave a short, cold laugh and didn't let go as she hoped.

"The first one?" His long fingertips hooked into the crack of her lips, bringing out a trace of crystal. He stared at her with burning eyes. "Elena, the first option isn't just something you say."

He suddenly turned around, picked her up in a horizontal carry, and strode toward the bedroom.

Elena cried out in surprise, instinctively hugging his neck tightly.

The man tossed her onto the large double bed and immediately covered her. He unbuttoned his shirt collar with one hand, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses showing a chilling madness.

"You kissed quite happily last night. Today, it's my turn to teach you what 'rules' are."

Julian took off his tie and actually crossed Elena's hands, tying them loosely to the headboard.

"Uncle... don't..." Elena was truly scared, her eyes filling with tears.

"Don't call me that." Julian leaned down and bit hard on the delicate side of her neck, leaving a deep red tooth mark. "This is the first punishment."

He wasn't in a hurry for further action. Instead, like slow-cooking meat, he meticulously kissed her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and finally landed on those red lips, which were moist and enchanting from alcohol and tears.

The tip of his tongue was like a cunning snake, slowly and methodically knocking open her teeth and dancing with her. Elena was kissed until her brain went blank. Although her hands were bound, her body instinctively arched upward, trying to take in more.

Julian's palm slid in along the edge of her skirt, his fingertips brushing against her sensitive inner thigh.

"Mmm..." Elena let out a faint moan, her body trembling slightly.

"Do you like this?" Julian's voice was incredibly hoarse. He deliberately drew circles on that tender soft flesh. "Elena, you're even more sensitive than I imagined."

His long fingers accurately found that moist spot and gave it a gentle flick.

Elena suddenly tightened her legs, feeling like she had been tossed to the crest of a wave.

"Uncle... please..."

"Please what?" Julian stopped his movements, looking down at her from above, his eyes full of wicked desire for control. "Are you asking me to stop, or asking me to... go deeper?"

He untied the tie, but just when Elena thought it was over, he flipped her over and pressed her against the headboard.

This afternoon, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the man's crazed possession.

Although they didn't go all the way to the final step, that ultimate pull and torment made Elena thoroughly understand that Julian Qin was a man she truly couldn't afford to provoke.

In the following days, Elena Lu was "house arrested" in the apartment.

Julian Qin would come over every day, sometimes bringing expensive food containers, sometimes bringing the dampness of the deep night.

This afternoon, Elena took advantage of Julian's meeting time to sneak out of the apartment to meet an old classmate—Ethan Gu.

Ethan was a prominent figure at school and had always been interested in Elena. This time, he specifically came to deliver an invitation, asking her to attend a small private gathering.

In the cafe, Ethan gentlemanly pulled out a chair for Elena.

"Elena, you've disappeared without a trace lately. Everyone says your family is keeping a tight lid on you." Ethan smiled, his eyes full of tenderness. "Is it that uncle from the Qin family..."

Elena was about to explain when the cafe door was pushed open.

A cold, upright figure entered against the light.

Julian Qin wore a black trench coat, radiating a suffocating sense of oppression. He walked straight to the table, his gaze landing on Ethan's hand, which hadn't been withdrawn yet. His eyes instantly grew as cold as ice blades.

"Elena, it's time to go back." Julian stood by the table, his voice low but carrying an unquestionable dominance.

Elena was startled. "Uncle, how did you..."

Ethan stood up, trying to maintain his ground. "Mr. Qin, we were just talking about our plans after graduation..."

Julian didn't even look at him. His long fingers directly hooked Elena's chin, and in front of Ethan, he placed a highly possessive kiss on her lips.

"Mmm..." Elena's eyes widened.

Ethan's face instantly turned pale. He stared intently at the two of them; this ambiguous relationship was clearly beyond his understanding.

"I don't want to repeat my words a second time." Julian coldly spat out a few words, wrapping his arm around Elena's waist and walking out.

Back in the car, Julian slammed the door shut.

The space inside the car was narrow, and the atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

"Uncle, are you jealous?" Elena asked boldly. Looking at the man's tense profile, a hint of sweetness actually rose in her heart.

Julian suddenly turned his head, his large hand gripping the back of her head, pressing her against the backrest of the passenger seat.

"Jealous?" He sneered, his eyes full of crazed possessiveness. "Elena Lu, do you have any idea how much I want to gouge out that person's eyes?"

He leaned down and bit hard on her rounded shoulder.

"You are mine. From the strands of your hair to the tips of your toes, you are all mine. Do you understand?"

Julian's breathing was a bit erratic. His large hand reached into her hem, his fingertips kneading wantonly on her soft flesh.

"If you ever dare to meet another man privately again, I'll lock you in that apartment and make sure you can't get out of bed for the rest of your life."

Looking at his out-of-control state, Elena wasn't afraid; instead, she proactively hooked her arms around his neck.

"Uncle, you're really fierce... but I really like it."

She proactively offered her lips, lightly licking his.

Julian's last shred of sanity completely snapped at this moment. In the dim car, he crazily plundered her breath.

Julian Qin was never the kind of impulsive lad who would be blinded by emotions.

Even in his most crazed possession, he was still methodically paving the way.

Elena Lu discovered that all the interview notices she had received recently had parent companies that all pointed back to affiliates of the Qin Group. Even the apartment she was renting—the landlord had quietly changed to Julian Qin's personal assistant.

He was using this method to seep into her life bit by bit, weaving a giant web that left her with no way to retreat.

Tonight, Julian took Elena to a high-end charity gala.

"Uncle, is it appropriate to take me to such an occasion?" Elena was somewhat worried about the Qin family's gaze.

Julian was helping her arrange her necklace. His long fingers rubbed against her collarbone, his eyes deep. "Elena, you'll get used to standing by my side from now on."

At the gala, Julian led her through various celebrities and socialites.

Everyone's gaze fell on Elena, more or less, with amazement and suspicion.

"Mr. Qin, who is this?" a business giant asked with a smile.

Julian generously wrapped his arm around Elena's waist, his voice magnetic and firm. "This is the person I cherish the most."

He didn't say she was his niece, nor did he say she was his lover.

This ambiguous statement instead gave the outside world infinite room for imagination.

Midway through the gala, Elena went to the restroom.

At the corner of the corridor, she was stopped by several distant relatives of the Qin family.

"Oh, isn't this Elena? You're quite capable, actually managing to climb into Julian Qin's bed." One of the women, looking like a noble lady, spoke with a sharp tone. "But don't get too ahead of yourself. The Qin family will never allow someone of your status to enter their doors. You're just a seasoning for him."

Elena's face turned pale. Just as she was about to strike back, a cold voice came from behind them.

"It seems the Qin family's rules are still too loose."

Julian Qin had stood there at some unknown time. He radiated a terrifying aura, and his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses held a death-like atmosphere.

The women instantly fell silent, their faces pale with fear.

"Starting tomorrow, all projects of your family in the Qin Group will be stopped." Julian coldly announced, then walked to Elena and directly picked her up in a horizontal carry.

"Uncle, so many people are watching..." Elena was so ashamed she wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Julian ignored those gazes and strode out of the hotel with her.

In the car.

Julian's breathing was heavy. In the small space, he pressed Elena beneath him.

"Elena, I don't care what others say. I only want you."

He tore open the zipper of her gown, his large hand moving over that smooth, jade-like back.

"Whoever dares to touch you, I'll make them disappear from New York."

On this night, Elena truly understood that Julian Qin's "enticement" was not just a physical entanglement, but a complete psychological surrender.

Julian Qin's possessiveness, after confirming Elena Lu's feelings, became uncontrollable.

He was no longer satisfied with those ambiguous touches.

Tonight, in the penthouse suite of a five-star hotel under the Qin Group.

Outside the window was New York's most brilliant night view, and the floor-to-ceiling window reflected two overlapping figures.

Julian was wearing a deep blue silk robe, the collar open, revealing his perfectly muscled chest. He held a glass of red wine in one hand, while the other was restlessly moving through Elena's hair.

"Uncle..." Elena felt a bit flustered by his gaze.

"Just now at the cocktail party, that man named Lin stared at you for three minutes." Julian suddenly spoke, his tone flat, but hiding an overwhelming jealousy. "Tell me, how should I punish you?"

He put down his wine glass and suddenly pulled Elena into his arms.

"Elena, don't call me Uncle." He leaned down, sealing her lips, kissing her fiercely and brutally.

Elena was kissed until she almost stopped breathing. Her small hands pressed against his chest, trying to push him away. "Then... then what should I call you?"

"Call my name." Julian took her lower lip into his mouth, lightly nibbling. "Or... call me husband."

Elena's face turned completely red with shame. "Julian Qin..."

"Good girl." The man chuckled, his voice startlingly hoarse.

He suddenly rose, picking Elena up and placing her on the desk in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

A thick stack of financial reports sat there, but Julian swept them onto the floor without a care.

He draped Elena's two slender legs over his shoulders. That highly aggressive posture made Elena instinctively close her eyes.

"Look at me," Julian commanded. His long fingers left red marks of varying depths on her soft flesh.

"Elena, I want you to remember that you are mine. No matter what the title is nominally, you can only lie beneath me for the rest of your life."

He leaned down, placing dense kisses on that most sensitive spot.

"Mmm... Julian... don't do it there..." Elena couldn't help but scream out.

"Don't do it where?" the man asked back wickedly, but his actions grew even more vigorous.

Tonight, Julian used his actions to tell her that the so-called "abstinence" was just a facade left for outsiders.

In front of her, he only wanted to be the most primitive and crazed man.

Elena Lu discovered that Julian Qin was becoming less and less concealed.

In the Qin family mansion.

Even under the old lady's nose, Julian would secretly hook Elena's calf under the dining table, or press her against the wall in an empty corridor for a deep kiss.

This sense of transgressive pleasure made Elena both afraid and lost in it.

"Uncle, if we do this... we'll really be discovered." In Julian's study, Elena sat on his lap, moving uneasily.

"What if we are discovered?" Julian didn't care at all. He handled emails on his computer with one hand, while the other slipped into Elena's nightgown, wantonly teasing her.

He suddenly stopped his work, turned his head, and his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses flickered with a dangerous light.

"Elena, it's time for us to take a step further."

Elena's heart trembled; she knew what he was referring to.

Julian rose and locked the study door.

He pressed Elena against the bookshelf, with countless expensive books serving as the ambiguous backdrop for their encounter.

"Elena, I've waited five years for this day." Julian's voice carried a sense of explosion after extreme restraint.

He tore off that layer of taboo paper, and also tore her nightgown.

"Mmm..." Elena felt the cold air hit her and instinctively tried to cover herself.

Julian, however, forcefully pulled her hands away. His gaze was like fire, scrutinizing this piece of art he had painstakingly nurtured for five years from top to bottom.

"So beautiful," he praised sincerely, leaning down to kiss her collarbone.

His palms were large and warm, igniting fires wherever they went.

"Elena, if it hurts, cry out." Before entering, Julian gave her a final gentle kiss on her forehead.

Tonight, in the study of the Qin family mansion, all taboos were broken.

No blood relation, no obstacles.

There was only the most intense collision of two souls and bodies.

At that moment, Julian completely shed the shell of "Uncle" and became the only, most crazed man in Elena's life.

And Elena, amidst the rising and falling waves, understood that this "enticing kiss" was a trap Julian had personally set from the very beginning.

He enticed her into his arms, and she went willingly.

Paper cannot wrap fire forever.

The intimacy between Julian Qin and Elena Lu in the study, though avoiding the servants, was still noticed by the suspicious Second Mrs. Qin—Julian's sister-in-law.

In the living room of the Qin mansion.

Old Mrs. Qin sat in the primary seat, her face ashen. The Second Mrs. Qin stood to the side, holding several blurred photos captured from the surveillance cameras, her expression triumphant and mean.

"Elena, tell me yourself, what is going on?" Old Mrs. Qin slapped the table, her hands trembling. "You are a child raised by the Qin family, and Julian is your uncle! By doing this, do you want the Qin family to be unable to hold their heads up in New York?"

Elena stood in the middle of the living room, her face pale, her hands tightly twisting the hem of her clothes.

Surrounding relatives from various branches of the Qin family were pointing and whispering, their unbearable words piercing her heart like needles.

"I..." Elena was about to speak when a cold and steady sound of footsteps came from the door.

Julian Qin strode into the living room. He was still wearing his black handmade suit, with a hint of fatigue from handling official business between his brows. But when he saw Elena's pale face, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses instantly grew as cold as ice.

He walked to Elena's side and, in front of everyone, naturally took her into his arms.

"I was the one who had the photos disposed of. Since my sister-in-law worked so hard to dig them out, her life must be too idle." Julian turned his head, his gaze sharp as a blade, directly confronting the Second Mrs. Qin.

The Second Mrs. Qin took a step back in fear. "Julian, I did this for the reputation of the Qin family..."

"The reputation of the Qin family is for me to decide." Julian snorted coldly, then turned to Old Mrs. Qin. His tone was respectful but carried an unquestionable dominance. "Grandma, Elena has no blood relation to me. She is my chosen wife."

"You're crazy!" the old lady exclaimed.

"I'm not crazy. I've waited five years for this day." Julian gripped Elena's hand tightly. "If you feel this damages the Qin family's facade, I can take Elena and leave the Qin Group. I don't care about the shares or the status."

The entire room fell into a dead silence.

Julian Qin was a once-in-a-century genius for the Qin family. If he left, the Qin family would completely collapse.

The old lady looked at her most outstanding son, then at the tearful Elena. Finally, she let out a heavy sigh and waved her hand. "Forget it, forget it... everyone, disperse."

Julian took Elena back to the bedroom.

The moment the door closed, he pressed her hard against the door and kissed her crazily.

"Don't be afraid. With me here, no one can touch you."

He tore open her shirt, his large hand stroking her back, trying to calm her startled heartbeat.

"Uncle..."

"Call my name." Julian leaned down and bit her collarbone. "Elena, from today on, you are my fiancée."

In this Qin family filled with oppression and struggle, Julian Qin used his power and deep affection to hold up a sky for Elena Lu.

The Qin Group recently encountered an unprecedented cybersecurity crisis.

The core database was invaded by the hacker organization "Shadow," who demanded a sky-high ransom, or they would make all of the Qin Group's internal secrets public.

Julian Qin sat in his office, his brow furrowed. The company's security team had tried various methods but still couldn't regain control.

"Mr. Qin, the opponent's firewall is too thick; we can't get in," the security director reported, sweating profusely.

Elena Lu was sitting on the sofa nearby drinking tea. Seeing Julian's exhausted look, her heart twinged with pain.

Taking advantage of the gap when Julian went to the conference room for a meeting, she quickly opened her laptop.

Her fingers danced rapidly across the keyboard, and her gaze was no longer its usual soft and pure self, but instead carried a cold confidence.

Strings of complex code appeared on the screen. If an industry insider saw them, their jaw would surely drop.

Because this was the exclusive code of the legendary top hacker "Star."

"How dare you touch my man," Elena Lu let out a cold sneer, her finger forcefully pressing the enter key.

Ten minutes later, the Qin Group's firewall was instantly reinforced, and the stolen data was forcibly intercepted and traced back.

Julian, who was in the meeting, received a call from his assistant.

"Mr. Qin! The crisis is resolved! A mysterious expert helped us regain control and even counter-attacked and broke into 'Shadow's' main server!"

Julian's eyes flickered. He quickly returned to his office.

Elena had already put away her laptop and was sitting there obediently, her expression returning to its usual innocence.

"Elena, was it you?" Julian walked up to her, his gaze burning as he stared at her.

Elena's heart skipped a beat, and she still wanted to play dumb. "What? I was just playing a small game..."

Julian suddenly reached out and snatched the laptop she was hiding behind her back. Although the screen was black, he had clearly seen that flashing code interface through the crack in the door earlier.

He pressed her against the desk, his large hand restlessly slipping under her skirt.

"Star? Little Star, just how many secrets do you have that I don't know about?" Julian's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a sense of surprise and desire as if he had discovered a new world.

Elena knew she couldn't hide it anymore, so she simply hooked her arms around his neck, her gaze enchanting. "Then how do you plan to reward this 'hero'?"

Julian stared at her wild and pretty look, his Adam's apple rolling sharply.

He forcefully pushed the documents on the desk aside, pressed her onto the surface, and leaned down to kiss her fiercely.

"The reward is for you to be thoroughly taken by me in the office."

That night, the lights in the CEO's office of the Qin Group stayed on all night.

Amidst the code and the man's intimacy, Elena Lu's secret identity was completely "exposed."

Because Elena Lu had exposed her identity as "Star" and counter-attacked the hacker organization, she quickly became a thorn in their side.

This afternoon, on her way home, Elena was kidnapped by a gang.

Several black SUVs intercepted her car on the mountain road, and several masked men forcibly dragged her out.

"Star, come with us," the man spoke with a ruthless tone.

Just at the moment of crisis, a black Bentley rushed over like an arrow from a bow, directly flipping one of the SUVs.

Julian Qin stepped out of the car, holding a black short blade, his eyes filled with chilling killing intent.

"Touch her once, and I'll take your whole family's lives."

The battle broke out instantly.

Although Julian was dressed in a suit, he fought like a crazed man who didn't care for his life. He fought many alone, and even when his arm was slashed by an opponent's dagger, and blood stained his white shirt, his movements didn't pause for a second.

"Julian!" Elena screamed.

At the last moment, Julian suddenly tackled Elena to the ground, blocking a whistling bullet.

The bullet grazed his shoulder, bringing out a spray of blood.

The police arrived quickly, and the kidnappers were all captured.

In the hospital ward.

Julian lay on the hospital bed, his face somewhat pale, but he still tightly held Elena's hand, refusing to let go.

"Don't cry, it's just a minor injury." He gently kissed the back of her hand.

Elena looked at his bandaged shoulder, her tears falling uncontrollably. "You scared me to death... why did you rush over..."

"Because you are more important than my life," Julian spoke hoarsely.

He suddenly reached out and pulled Elena onto the hospital bed, letting her lie on the half of his chest that wasn't injured.

"Elena, I've never been this scared in my life." Julian closed his eyes, feeling her body temperature. "Scared I'd never see you again."

Under the dim light of the ward, regardless of the pain from his wound, he took the initiative to flip over and press her beneath him.

"After surviving a disaster, I want to celebrate in a different way."

His kiss carried a fervor of something lost and found again. Despite his limited movement, he still thoroughly possessed her on the hospital bed in an extremely gentle way.

Tonight, two hearts grew even closer amidst blood and tenderness.

As soon as Julian Qin's injury had fully healed, his demands on Elena Lu became even more excessive.

It was as if that danger had released some kind of madness deep within him that he had been suppressing all along.

Tonight, at the Qin family's private estate in the suburbs.

Rain poured down, and the steam from the hot spring pool in the estate was thick.

Elena sat by the pool, wearing only a thin silk nightgown. The hem was wet, clinging tightly to her body and outlining her exquisite curves.

Julian walked up from behind. He was only wearing a towel, his bare chest shimmering with a robust luster under the lights.

"Is the water temperature okay?" He leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck.

Elena shrank her neck. "It's a bit hot..."

Julian suddenly grew fierce and pushed her directly into the pool.

Elena let out a cry of surprise and was immediately scooped into the man's arms. In the water, he suddenly lifted her skirt.

"Julian... in the water..." Elena's voice was fragmented.

"Elena, I want you. I'm going crazy with wanting you." Julian's voice was low and hoarse. He pressed her directly against the white marble platform at the edge of the pool and, without any foreplay, brutally entered her body.

"Mmm!" Elena threw her head back, her fingertips tightly clutching the man's back.

At that moment, Julian completely lost control.

He was no longer the elegant and composed gentleman, but a lone wolf plundering prey in the wilderness. His movements were extremely rough, and every thrust felt like he was trying to thoroughly rub her into his own bone and blood.

In the rising steam, their bodies were tightly pressed together, without any gap.

"You are mine... Elena... you will always be mine..." Julian roared in her ear, his large hands leaving bruised finger marks on her breasts.

He crazily conquered her body, and even when Elena cried and begged for mercy beneath him, he still refused to stop.

"Call my name... louder."

"Julian... ooh... Julian..."

That night, the water in the hot spring pool kept splashing out due to the intense movement.

At the last moment, Julian buried all his love and desire deep within her body.

He left countless indelible marks on her, which were the medals of his possession of her.

After the intense tenderness, Julian carried the exhausted Elena back to the bedroom, holding her tightly in his arms all night as if she would disappear if he let go for even a second.

Just as the relationship between Julian Qin and Elena Lu had stabilized, a woman named "Vanessa Lin" returned to the country.

The Lin and Qin families were long-time friends, and Vanessa was the "childhood sweetheart" who had grown up following Julian Qin since they were little. The outside world had always rumored that Vanessa was the only candidate for the position of Mrs. Qin.

At a Qin family banquet.

Vanessa wore a red haute couture gown, bright and moving. She naturally took Julian's arm, smiling sweetly. "Julian, long time no see. You're still so handsome."

Elena sat to the side, looking at the so-called "perfect couple," her heart twinging with pain.

Although she knew Julian loved her, that kind of childhood rapport and the gaze of society still made her feel uneasy.

After dinner, Vanessa deliberately leaned into Julian's ear in front of Elena and said, "Julian, I brought that red wine you love from France. Shall we have a glass in your study tonight?"

Julian frowned slightly and was about to refuse, but his gaze swept over Elena's small face, which was filled with jealousy and grievance.

A thought crossed his mind, and he actually replied, "Okay."

Elena was so angry she left the table on the spot.

Late at night, Elena hid in the guest room, her tears falling uncontrollably.

"Scumbag! Big jerk! Julian Qin, you bastard!" She was cursing when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Julian walked in with a faint scent of alcohol, his collar loose and his gaze dark.

"Who are you cursing?"

"Cursing you! Go drink red wine with your Vanessa! What are you doing back here!" Elena threw a pillow at him.

Julian caught the pillow, strode over, and pressed her onto the bed.

"Elena, I only drank with her for five minutes, just to see your jealous little face." Julian leaned down and kissed her swollen eyes. "No one can enter my heart except you."

"Then why did you agree to her..."

"If I didn't, how would you know how much you love me?" Julian sneered, his large hand already slipping into her pajama pants.

"You bastard... mmm..."

Julian settled this "crisis" in the most direct way.

He galloped over her body, every thrust carrying a strong sense of punishment.

"If you ever dare to doubt me again, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed for three days and three nights."

Elena turned into a pool of water beneath him, and the last trace of resentment dissipated in the ultimate pleasure.

What childhood sweetheart? In the face of absolute possession, they were all just bubbles.

The New York entertainment circle has exploded recently.

Because the Qin Group invested in an annual epic masterpiece, for promotional purposes, Julian Qin actually personally stepped onto the field, making a cameo appearance in the film as a powerful Prince Regent.

With just a few minutes of the trailer, Julian's cold and abstinent appearance, with every movement exuding nobility, instantly captured the hearts of girls across the internet.

Netizens were screaming crazily: "Movie Star Qin, please debut!" "This isn't acting; this is just him being himself!"

Elena Lu sat in a private booth at the cinema, looking at the man on the screen—ruthless and cold, yet showing extremely restrained love in his eyes when facing the female lead—and felt a wave of jealousy in her heart.

"Julian Qin, you really act well," Elena turned her head, looking at the man sitting beside her.

Julian wasn't wearing a suit today, but a black cashmere sweater, the collar slightly open, as he toyed with Elena's fingertips.

"That wasn't acting." He leaned down, close to her ear, his voice deep like a cello. "In that scene, all I was thinking about was you. Thinking about how to lock you in the prince's mansion, thinking about how to tear off your clothes..."

Elena's face flushed, and she pushed him. "Rogue!"

"A rogue only for you." Julian took the opportunity to grip the back of her head and, in that dark booth, under the reflection of the giant cinema screen, kissed her crazily.

The audience outside was screaming at the screen, but in this sealed booth, the real "Prince Regent" was conducting an ultimate plunder of his only "Princess."

Julian's palm slid into Elena's sweater, his fingertips slowly moving along her spine, bringing waves of trembling.

"Elena, I don't want any title of Movie Star." He murmured between kisses, his large hand squeezing that soft spot forcefully. "I only want to be your man."

He pulled her onto his lap, the straddling posture making them press tightly together.

"Mmm... Julian... this is a cinema..."

"No one can come in." Julian grew fierce and directly unhooked her bra.

In this space filled with an artistic atmosphere, the man displayed his dominance and plunder as a superior to the fullest.

The Prince Regent in the film was restrained, but the Julian Qin outside the film never had any restraint when facing Elena Lu.

That night, Elena finally understood that those so-called acting skills were just the natural expression of the countless times Julian had been moved by her in life.

He wasn't a movie star; he was the world's only Qin family patriarch who fell only for her.

Just as the two were discussing marriage, a sudden secret shattered the peace.

While investigating the Lu family's past misfortunes, Julian Qin accidentally discovered a top-secret adoption agreement.

It turned out that Elena Lu was not the Lu family's biological daughter. Her biological parents were actually the descendants of the Jiang family, who had been forced to flee overseas years ago due to business framing.

And the Jiang family was once a New York giant that stood side-by-side with the Qin family.

"So I... am not some helpless orphan girl?" Elena held the yellowed agreement, her hands trembling.

Julian hugged her from behind, kissing the side of her neck. "You are the sole heir to the Jiang family, Elena. You not only have a legitimate identity but also a family background that matches mine."

He had actually guessed it to some extent long ago, but he never said anything because he loved her as a person, not her identity.

"Then... our relationship..." Elena turned her head, her eyes sparkling.

"No blood relation, no obstacles, and now even that moral shackle of 'adoption' is completely gone." Julian's voice carried a sense of relief he had never had before. He applied pressure with his large hands, pressing her tightly against himself.

He pushed her onto the large silk carpet in the study.

Sunlight streamed through the windowpanes, shining on their intertwined bodies.

"Elena, since your background is clear, shouldn't we exercise our rights as husband and wife in advance?"

Julian's kiss became extremely gentle, yet it carried a dominance as if declaring sovereignty. He meticulously kissed every inch of her skin, as if worshipping a lost-and-found treasure.

"Mmm... Julian... go to the bed..."

"No, right here." Julian lifted her legs, his eyes full of burning fire. "I want to thoroughly carve my name on you here, in front of that proof of your background."

He galloped crazily within her body, every entry so deep it made her scream.

"You are my Elena Jiang... and even more, my Mrs. Qin."

The revelation of this secret, instead of becoming an obstacle, became a catalyst for their relationship to take a step further.

In the ultimate pleasure and tenderness, Elena completely bid farewell to her past inferiority. She knew that now, she could finally stand upright beside this man and overlook the world with him.

Julian Qin's pampering of Elena Lu had reached an outrageous level.

To help her regain the Jiang family's assets, he didn't hesitate to use all of the Qin Group's resources, sweeping through the business world and driving the enemies who had framed the Jiang family into dead ends one by one.

"Julian, don't do things too ruthlessly for me." Elena looked at the thick stacks of indictments in the study, feeling a bit distressed by his hard work.

Julian looked up from the computer, his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses showing a ruthlessness that looked down on all living beings, but when he looked at Elena, they instantly turned into a pool of spring water.

"For you, what does it matter if I fall into hell?"

He beckoned her over, and Elena obediently sat on his lap.

Julian's large hand naturally slid under her skirt, drawing circles on that tender soft flesh.

"Elena, I want to give you the best in the whole world. Because in this life, I only fall for you."

His kiss carried a depth of affection that was almost devout, kissing her from her forehead all the way to her toes.

That night, on the starlit terrace, in the cool night breeze, they engaged in an intimacy that lasted for several hours.

Julian pressed her onto the lounge chair, looking at her beautiful, dazed appearance from the ultimate pleasure, his eyes full of crazed obsession.

"Say you love me." He rampaged through her body, his voice hoarse.

"I love you... Julian... I love you so much..." Elena cried and hugged his neck tightly.

He was not just her salvation, but also her deity.

For her, he could give up all principles and tear off all disguises.

In this game of power and love, Julian Qin won completely, and he also lost completely. He won back her world, but completely lost to her smile.

"In this life, don't even think about leaving me." At the moment of her climax, he leaned into her ear and threatened fiercely.

Elena closed her eyes, letting his desire completely submerge her.

She knew that his embrace was her only destination in this life.

Julian Qin decided to give Elena Lu an unprecedented confession.

At the centenary celebration of the Qin Group, in front of cameras broadcasting live to the world.

Julian wore a white suit, looking like a prince charming walking out of a painting. He stood under the spotlight, facing countless cameras, his tone steady yet powerful.

"Today, besides celebrating the group's glory, I want to introduce someone to everyone."

He turned his head, looking at Elena Lu waiting offstage.

At that moment, the eyes of the whole world were focused on this girl.

"Miss Elena Jiang is the only true love of my life. Whether she is a junior of the Qin family or the heir of the Jiang family, she has always been and will always be my, Julian Qin's, only wife."

He knelt on one knee, holding a priceless pink diamond ring.

"Elena, are you willing to marry me and let me legally possess you for a lifetime?"

The entire internet seethed.

"Heavens! What kind of divine confession is this!" "Mr. Qin is too dominant!" "My youth is over, but I can die without regrets!"

Elena held her skirt and walked toward him with tears in her eyes.

"I do."

Witnessed by hundreds of millions of viewers, Julian slipped the ring onto her finger, then suddenly picked her up and, amidst the colorful sequins flying everywhere, kissed her deeply.

After the celebration, Julian took her directly back to the penthouse suite where they first shared an intimacy.

"Elena, the whole world knows you are mine now." Julian tossed her onto the large bed covered with roses, his eyes full of uncontrollable animalistic desire.

He tore off that expensive white suit, and also tore her gown.

"Tonight, we need to properly celebrate this 'global only'."

He crazily branded her with his own marks, venting his love to his heart's content at every angle the cameras couldn't capture.

That night, the whole world was discussing their romance, while they, in a world with only each other, burned through all their souls.

The wedding was set for May, when spring was in full bloom.

In the Qin family's European-style estate, which carried a century of history, a wedding of the century was taking place.

Elena Lu wore a pure white trailing wedding dress, holding the arm of the Jiang family's old butler, walking step by step toward Julian Qin at the end of the red carpet.

Julian looked at his bride, his eyes warming slightly.

He had waited for this moment for five whole years. From the moment he brought her home on a rainy night when she was seventeen, the rest of his life had been predetermined.

"I, Julian Qin, take Elena Jiang to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

At the moment of exchanging rings, Elena felt the man's hand trembling slightly.

Beneath that abstinent exterior, what a burning and crazed heart was hidden.

After the wedding banquet.

Julian carried Elena into the bridal chamber.

The decoration here was all personally designed by him, with every detail exuding his ultimate pampering of her.

"Mrs. Qin, happy wedding." Julian pressed her onto the red silk covering the bed, leaning down to kiss her lips.

Tonight, unlike any previous madness, his movements were extremely gentle and meticulous. He was like he was treating the world's most precious work of art, exploring her beauty inch by inch.

"Mmm... Julian... I love you..."

"I love you too, my little Star."

Under the reflection of starlight and red candles, they slept with their necks intertwined.

One year later.

On the lawn of the Qin estate, a little girl with two small pigtails was waddling toward Elena Lu.

"Mommy! Hug!"

Elena smiled and put down her paintbrush, picking up the child into her arms.

Julian walked up from behind, naturally encircling the mother and daughter from behind, and placed a kiss on Elena's forehead.

"Elena, thank you for giving me a complete home."

He was no longer that lonely and cold patriarch; he was a husband and a father.

But he would still press Elena into his arms every night, like a young man in his first love, asking for her and confessing to her over and over again.

In this game called "Enticing Kiss," there were no winners or losers, only the deepest salvation and companionship of two souls.

Enticing kiss into his arms, growing old together.

This was the best account they gave to each other.

(The End)