My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 957: Private R-18 Escape

The moment the car door shut with that soft Phei and the Goddess collided in a kiss that did not bother pretending to be gentle, because gentleness, at that exact moment, would have been insulting.

The kiss broke over them like a dam finally giving way after hours of careful pressure.

She moved first.

Her arms went around his neck with the urgency. There was nothing delicate in her actions, nothing polite, or the goddess the public believed her to be. She pulled him down as if she meant to drag him into her lungs and keep him there.

Their mouths met hard. Soft. Open. Hungry.

Phei’s hands found her waist instantly, fingers closing over the warm silk of her dress with a reverence that still managed to feel possessive, the fabric slid beneath his palms. He could feel the heat of her body through it, the soft give of her curves and the slight tremor that ran through her the moment his mouth claimed hers properly.

The tinted windows of the car held the moonlit night outside like a secret. Leather and her perfume and the faint metallic scent of residual adrenaline filled the small, expensive space.

She made a soft, broken sound against his lips and opened for him completely.

Phei deepened the kiss at once with tongue sliding against hers in a slow while making deliberate stroke that made her fingers tighten in his hair. He licked into her mouth with the same unhurried intensity he used when he intended to ruin someone completely, only this time the ruin was mutual.

Her tongue met his, soft and insistent, and the kiss turned wetter, deeper, messier.

Soft, wet sounds filled the car as their mouths moved together with growing desperation.

One of her hands slid from his neck into his hair, gripping hard enough to sting. The other fisted the front of his shirt as if she needed something solid to keep her from floating. Phei’s own hands traveled upward along her sides his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts through the silk.

She arched into the touch with a small, helpless noise that went straight through him.

He kissed her like he was trying to remember every second of the night they had just survived and burn it into her mouth but the goddess kissed him back like she had been starving for exactly this and intended to make up for lost time in a single, endless claim.

Their teeth clashed once, lightly but neither of them cared. He sucked her lower lip between his teeth and bit down just hard enough to make her gasp, then soothed the sting with his tongue.

She answered by pulling him even closer, until there was no space left between them at all, her body pressed fully against his in the back seat of the car while the moon watched through tinted glass and the rest of the world remained blissfully, mercifully locked outside.

The kiss went on.

Outside, the others had watched them enter with expressions that could only be called criminally amused. Maddie’s smile had been tired, knowing and faintly suspicious, as though she had already accepted that Phei’s romantic life was a political ecosystem and no sensible woman should enter without weapons, snacks and a flexible moral code.

Elena, on the other hand, had smiled with the soft triumph as if seeing prophecy assemble furniture in the correct room, it was as if every time her mother touched Phei, some future throne in Elena’s head gained another layer of gold.

Maddie had seen that smile and immediately disliked it on principle; Elena never wore innocence unless it had been tailored for war to win something.

Or perhaps Maddie was becoming paranoid?

That was possible.

Elena did have the cute face of a blessed little daughter and the inner machinery of a dynasty planning three coups, two marriages and a tax restructuring before breakfast.

Paranoia around her was not paranoia.

It is basic literacy.’

Inside the car, however, none of their little suspicions mattered.

"Mmmh," the Goddess breathed into Phei’s mouth, the sound low, soft and shameless enough to make his fingers tighten before common sense could file a complaint.

This kiss was different from the others.

Usually, there was control in her surrender, an elegant, bewitching softness that made even desire seem disciplined, like silk dragged over candle flame without ever catching fire. Tonight, however, her tongue did not merely meet his; she challenged him; she pressed into him and fought him with slow, sensual audacity, as though she had decided his composure had embarrassed too many enemies tonight and now deserved punishment of a more intimate nature.

Her fingers slid into the hair at the back of his neck and pulled him closer, deeper, while her mouth took from him with enough confidence to make the air between them feel like an unnecessary third party.

Phei answered her with the same raw hunger. His one hand stayed locked at her waist; the other slid lower, his palm flattened against the curve of her lower back, then lower still, his fingers sunk into the soft give of her ass through the thin silk and he hauled her flush against him until her body was pressed fully to his.

The kiss turned wetter, messier, their tongues sliding and curling together in slow, filthy strokes. Soft, open-mouthed sounds filled the car—wet, intimate, unmistakably carnal. He sucked her lower lip between his teeth, bit down just enough to make her gasp, then licked into her mouth again like he meant to drink her.

The silk of her dress felt almost nonexistent under his hands, warm and sliding easily over the full weight of her breasts as they crushed against his chest, nipples already stiff enough for him to feel them clearly through the fabric.

She rolled her hips once, deliberate and slow, grinding the soft heat between her thighs against the thick, hard length of his cock.

He was already fully erect against her, the heavy ridge of him pressed insistently into the softness of her body.

A low, rough sound left his throat as she did it again, slower this time, letting him feel every inch of her ass bridge making sure the dress sunk into the crack so that his cock could dig deeper against every inch of him.

His fingers flexed hard against her ass, gripping the plush flesh and pulling her even tighter, until there was no space left for anything but friction and heat. She made a soft, hungry noise into his mouth and opened wider for him, tongue stroking against his with the same confidence she used to claim everything else.

All that held-down heat from the interview poured into her now.

He had sat beneath those lights wearing calm like armor, dismantling empires without raising his voice, and every ounce of restraint he had forced on himself was unraveling in the backseat of this car.

She kissed him like she owned the moment, like she had waited through every polished answer just for this—his mouth, his hands, the quiet ruin of his composure.

And gods, she was right. He had walked off a stage where he had ruled everything and into a space where he ruled nothing, and the trade felt like the only victory that mattered.

She felt the moment his restraint sharpened.

The Goddess pulled back just enough for their lips to separate by a breath, not far enough to be merciful. Her eyes opened slowly, pink hue deepening beneath her lashes like dawn staining clouds after a beautiful crime.

"You’re holding back," she whispered.

Phei’s smile was slow and faintly dangerous. "I am being respectful."

"No," she said, dragging one finger along the side of his neck with enough softness to be worse than violence.

"You are thinking about ruining my dress."

Phei looked at her with the solemn dignity, falsely accused but unfortunately correct.

"That is a serious allegation."

"It is also true."

"Truth has become too confident tonight. Someone should humble it."

Her lips curved. "You spent an hour making truth arrogant."

"And now it betrays me. Tragic."

She laughed, and the sound slipped through him warm and low.

Before he could chase her mouth again, she pressed a hand to his chest, keeping him back just enough to make him aware she could.

"Careful, Young Dragon."

Phei’s eyes lowered briefly to her lips. "That sounded like a warning."

"It was."

"Warnings usually work better when the person giving them looks less kissable."

"Then you are doomed."

"Apparently."

This time, Phei did not bother pretending self-control was winning. He pulled her by the waist and settled her between his legs, arranging her sideways on his lap with effortless strength until her crossed legs rested over him and her body folded into his chest like she belonged there and the universe had merely taken a long, inefficient route to admit it.

She sighed as she settled against him, all that earlier fire melting into something quieter and softer, though no less dangerous.

Phei kissed her hair and held her.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

The car became its own little world, sealed away from the cold night, the waiting people, the ruined families, the cameras and the consequences still crawling across Earth like unpaid debts. Outside, Hell’s Paradise glowed beneath the moon. Inside, she rested against him, her breath warm through the fabric of his shirt, one hand still looped lazily around his neck as if she refused to fully release him on principle.

And Phei let himself have it, just this; the rare and unfamiliar sensation of not being watched, hunted, courted, recorded, or sized up for somebody’s plan.

Then she lifted her face and kissed his lips once, brief, tender and wickedly insufficient.

"Thank you," she whispered, lowering her head back to his chest.

Phei looked down at her with grave offense. "Woman."

"Mmm?"

"Do not insult me with gratitude when I am awaiting financial settlement."

Her shoulders shook faintly. "You cannot be serious."