Delicate Obsession: Pampered by My Abstinent Uncle

The thunder outside the window was terrifyingly muffled, like some kind of giant beast roaring deep within the clouds.

Seraphina Shen was barefoot, her delicate toes sinking into the thick cashmere carpet, every step feeling like walking on clouds. She wore only an extremely thin dark green silk nightgown, which she had specifically chosen for tonight. Dark green was a difficult color to pull off, but it suited her perfectly. The hem barely covered the base of her thighs, and with every movement, that breathtaking flash of white was faintly visible in the dim hallway.

She stopped before the heavy mahogany door at the end of the corridor.

That was Julian Foster's bedroom.

"Knock, knock."

The sound of knocking was drowned out by the thunder, so she simply turned the handle.

The room was unlit, save for a dim yellow lamp on the desk. Julian Foster was leaning back in his chair, his shirt collar slightly open, his gold-rimmed glasses set aside. That face, usually as cold as ice, now showed a hint of weariness.

"Who allowed you in?" The man's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying the authority of someone long accustomed to being in power.

"Uncle..." Seraphina spoke, her voice as soft and sweet as a freshly peeled lychee. She didn't stop, approaching step by step, and finally sat directly on his lap.

Julian's body stiffened instantly.

"Get down." His large hand gripped her slender waist, the force not light, his tone carrying a warning. "Seraphina, don't play around."

"I'm not playing." Seraphina wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingertips lightly stroking the cool skin at the nape of his neck. She leaned close to his ear, her breath like orchids. "The thunder is too loud, I'm scared... Uncle, hold me. If you hold me, I won't be afraid."

As she spoke, her warm lips brushed against his earlobe, seemingly by accident.

Julian's eyes darkened alarmingly. He had been her guardian for ten years, always protecting her like a delicate flower in a greenhouse. But tonight, this flower had grown alluring thorns.

He suddenly gripped the back of her head, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Do you know what you're doing?"

"I know." Seraphina's eyes were slightly red, carrying a desperate boldness. She lowered her head and lightly pecked those cool, thin lips. "I like Uncle... and not in the way a junior likes an elder."

That kiss was like a spark falling into dry tinder.

The desire Julian had been desperately suppressing finally broke through. He flipped her over and pinned her onto the large desk, his large hands firmly pinning her wrists, with a punishing force as he kissed her fiercely.

It was a wildness Seraphina had never felt before. The man's tongue drove deep, plundering every inch of oxygen in her mouth with an intense sense of aggression.

"Mmph..." Seraphina was kissed until her whole body went soft, unable to stop a soft moan from escaping.

Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, Julian suddenly stopped. He looked at the girl's dazed eyes, the final string of "reason" in his mind making a dangerous, tightening sound.

His rough fingers brushed over her swollen lips, his voice hoarse beyond recognition: "Seraphina, get out. While I can still let you go."

The temperature in the study hadn't yet dissipated, but Julian Foster's gaze had already frozen into ice.

Seraphina Shen lay on the desk, her dark green silk nightgown in disarray, barely hanging off her shoulders. Her previously dazed eyes were now filled with shock and grievance, looking at the man who had been wantonly demanding from her just a second ago, and who now pushed her away with the coldness of a deity.

"Uncle..." Her voice carried a sob as she reached out to grab his sleeve.

"Get out!"

Julian stood up abruptly, his movement so large it knocked over the ink bottle nearby. Black ink spread across the expensive documents, much like the unspeakable self-loathing and shame he felt at this moment.

He was angry at himself. Angry that in that split second, he had actually harbored such base thoughts about the girl he had raised with his own hands.

"Never make such a joke again." He stood with his back to her, his figure as cold and hard as stone. "Seraphina Shen, remember your identity clearly. I am your uncle, and I will be for the rest of my life."

"I wasn't joking!" Seraphina sat up stubbornly, tears falling one by one onto her fair thighs. "Julian Foster, you clearly liked me just now..."

"Shut up!"

The man's roar completely shattered all of Seraphina's self-esteem.

He turned around, his eyes churning with a ferocity she had never seen before. "Seraphina, don't make me look down on you even more. If you don't leave now, I'll make you regret ever entering this door for the rest of your life."

Seraphina was frightened by the ruthlessness in his eyes. She gritted her teeth and scrambled down from the desk. Her bare feet stepped onto the cold floor, the chill traveling from her soles straight into her heart.

She said nothing, covered her face, and ran out of the study.

That night, Julian sat in the study until dawn. The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, and he didn't even bother to wipe the ink stains from his hands.

Half a month later.

Seraphina didn't receive an apology from Julian; she only received news that he had gone abroad to handle business. He left in such a hurry that he didn't even leave a goodbye.

Everyone in the Shen household thought the pampered young lady would be in tears, but to their surprise, Seraphina seemed to have become a different person.

She still wore the most beautiful dresses and applied the most exquisite makeup. Until the most luxurious charity banquet in New York, where she walked in arm-in-arm with the flirtatious young master of the Sterling family who had just returned from abroad, smiling radiantly.

"Seraphina, you look beautiful today." Young Master Sterling's hand rested lightly on her slender waist as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

Seraphina smiled and tilted her head, but her gaze swept toward the entrance of the banquet hall.

There, Julian Foster, looking travel-worn and carrying an unquenched aura of killing intent, was staring deathly at the hand on her waist.

The wine glass in his hand was squeezed until a crack appeared.

The door to the lounge was pushed open violently and then slammed shut.

Seraphina Shen was dragged in by Julian Foster, his grip so strong it made her wrists ache.

"Julian Foster, you're crazy! Let me go!" she struggled, the hairpins in her hair swaying, strands of hair falling against her neck.

"Let you go? To go back to that Sterling boy's embrace?"

Julian pinned her against the heavy desk in the lounge. He carried a mixture of cold wind and a heavy scent of alcohol. Seraphina realized then that he had drunk an unknown amount of wine; the corners of his eyes were burnt red, a sign of madness after extreme suppression.

He suddenly ripped off his tie, his movements crude as he pinned her hands behind her back.

"Uncle, you... mmph..."

Her next words were fiercely swallowed by him. This kiss no longer held any pity; it carried the spiciness of alcohol and a destructive possessiveness. He seemed to be asserting some kind of sovereignty, his tongue arrogantly conquering every inch of her territory.

"Seraphina... Seraphina..." Between the gaps in the kiss, he called her name hoarsely.

At that moment, the grievance in Seraphina's heart turned into bitterness. She stopped struggling and instead tilted her head back, proactively hooking her arms around his neck, her small hands sliding into the gaps of his shirt.

"Didn't you want to kick me out?" she accused with a sob. "Didn't you say I was your niece?"

"To hell with the niece."

Julian cursed low, a vulgarity Seraphina had never heard from him, yet it made her heart tremble.

He picked her up and sat her on the cold desk. The slit of her dress was already high, and now it slid all the way to the base of her thighs.

His burning palm pressed against her thigh, the startling temperature difference making Seraphina instinctively shrink.

"Seraphina Shen, remember this." He stared into her eyes, his gaze ruthless yet deeply affectionate. "You are mine. If you dare let another man touch you, I'll break his hand."

"Then touch me..." Seraphina hooked her fingers into his collar, her gaze dazed yet bold. "Aren't you abstinent? Julian Foster, if you're so capable, keep being abstinent."

the man's last shred of self-control completely collapsed.

He lowered his head and bit fiercely into her collarbone, leaving a deep red mark.

That night, the lights in the lounge flickered all night long. Julian seemed to want to make up for all the suppression of this period. Seraphina finally knew what kind of insatiable beast was hidden in the bones of this man who appeared cold and abstinent on the outside.

When everything returned to peace, Julian tightly held the limp girl in his arms, kissing her sweat-drenched forehead, his voice low and paranoid:

"Seraphina, in this life, don't even think about escaping."