The Abstinent Mixed-Race Daddy of a Wealthy Family Can’t Hold Back Anymore

Everyone in London's upper circles knows that Thorne is a living iceberg with abstinence written all over him, and a mad wolf hidden beneath his immaculate suits.

At thirty, he controls a financial empire spanning half of Europe. Always dressed in a perfectly tailored bespoke suit, with cold, sharp features, he radiates an aura that warns strangers to keep their distance.

No one has ever dared to cross the line with him.

Until everyone saw the beautiful young man from the East pour an entire glass of iced whiskey down the collar of Thorne's seven-figure bespoke suit.

The young man's skin was dazzlingly pale, his eyes red at the corners, and his tender lips pressed into an angry line.

The people around them were so frightened they held their breath, waiting to see this reckless little thing get thrown out.

But Mr. Thorne, who was usually so cold and unfeeling, didn't get angry. Instead, he leaned down slightly.

His towering 192-centimeter frame cast the young man in shadow. One large, long-fingered hand held him by the waist, while the pad of a finger on his other hand rubbed his flushed fingertips. His voice was low and husky, filled with a tenderness no one had ever heard from him before. "Your hands are this cold, and you still dare to mess around with ice-cold liquor? Did I do something else to upset you?"

All of London's upper crust collectively dropped their jaws.

When Yu Ning turned twenty, his family sent him to study in London. His parents repeatedly told him to behave and listen to Uncle Thorne.

At first, he thought Thorne was just a cool-headed, dependable older man. Then he discovered that this older man's indulgence knew no bounds.

He demanded a hilltop estate where he could watch the sunset, and the title was in his name the next day.

He complained that his oil-painting teacher was annoying, so Thorne brought a tenured professor from the Royal Academy of Arts to their home to let him doodle to his heart's content.

Spoiled by Thorne, Yu Ning grew bolder and bolder.

He wore Thorne's oversized white shirt, wandering in front of him with his long, pale legs bare, the hem barely covering the tops of his thighs.

After drinking, he rose on his tiptoes to whisper in Thorne's ear, his warm breath brushing against Thorne's ear.

He even deliberately grazed Thorne's Adam's apple with his canine teeth, watching the tips of his ears turn red as he pretended to stay composed.

He even dared to plop himself down on Thorne's desk during an executive meeting, swing his legs, tug at Thorne's tie, and make him bow his head to soothe him in front of the entire company leadership.

No matter how much Yu Ning carried on, Thorne always remained unruffled, indulging his every whim.

Yu Ning's competitive streak was thoroughly roused, and an inexplicable sense of grievance began to grow inside him. After all this time, after all this flirting, could this man really have no feelings for him at all?

In a fit of pique, Yu Ning packed his bags and lifted his chin as he declared, "You don't have to look after me anymore. I'm moving out to find someone I like."

The next second, a tremendous force pinned him against the wall.

Thorne's towering frame pressed down on him, a knee wedged between his legs as he lifted him with effortless ease.

Yu Ning could only frantically wrap his arms around Thorne's neck. His toes were completely off the ground, his whole body held firmly against Thorne.

The man's usually cool voice was now hoarse, as if it were on fire. Each word brushed Yu Ning's reddened ear. "Move out? Find someone you like? Ningning, you've been teasing me for a year, and now you think you can just walk away? Did you ask me?"

That night, Yu Ning was pressed into the bed.

Thorne pinned both his wrists above his head with one hand and gripped his waist with the other.

The thirty-one-year-old man had no limits when he finally let loose.

He insisted that Yu Ning call him Daddy.

If Yu Ning refused, he took his time, drawing it out until Yu Ning's eyes were red, his voice trembling, and his fingers curled into the sheets.

If Yu Ning did call him that, he only took things further, as though he wanted to chew the word to pieces and swallow it whole.

Yu Ning's voice was hoarse from crying. Furious, he sank his teeth into Daddy's shoulder.

Daddy lowered his head and bit Yu Ning's Adam's apple.

Even angrier, Yu Ning said, "Are you a dog or something?"

Daddy lifted his eyes, his gaze deep and burning.

His voice was unbearably husky as he leaned close to Yu Ning's ear and said, "Mm. Your dog."

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