She tried to cover her chest with her arms.
He grabbed her wrists.
Pinned them against the wall.
Above her head.
His body burning against hers.
— Sion… stop…
— Impossible.
She tried to turn her head, but he followed the movement, his mouth brushing her jawline, sliding down her neck, her shoulder, the top of her breasts.
Her skin rose in goosebumps.
Her stomach twisted.
She was barely breathing.
— I'm in a relationship, she whispered, like a last barrier.
He stopped.
For just one second.
His eyes plunged into hers.
Deep.
Cruel.
Golden.
Inevitable.
— And so?
A low laugh.
His fingers slid along the side of her waist.
She moaned despite herself.
A short, muffled sound.
Which made him smile like a satisfied devil.
She wanted to run.
But he pulled her back to him, in one simple, controlled movement, sending a wave of heat rising between her thighs.
His mouth found hers.
Deep.
Voracious.
His hands slid down her bare hips, pulling her closer, so close she felt the hardness of his arousal against her stomach.
She stifled a moan against his mouth.
He smiled.
Devoured her again.
For one second, she knew she was going to break.
That she would let him do it.
That she would betray her relationship, her life, her limits.
But fear entered.
Violent.
Panicked.
She shoved him away brutally.
— STOP! she screamed, her voice breaking. Stop, stop, stop… please…
She grabbed the towel clumsily, pressed it against her bare chest, backing up to the wall as if it were the only barrier between her and the fall.
Sion looked at her.
Without moving.
Without a word.
But his eyes…
His eyes were still undressing her.
— I'm not attracted to you, Sion… I told you yesterday… stop…
She trembled from head to toe.
He took one step toward her.
She pressed harder against the wall.
He tilted his head.
— Lie again. I want to see how long you can hold on.
Nari felt the towel grow useless.
Her fingers tightened around the fabric, trembling.
Her heart pounded so hard she thought it would crack her ribs.
— You're still trembling.
His voice was low.
Cutting.
A whisper scratching the back of her neck like an invisible hand.
— It's… it's fear, Sion…
He moved closer still, forcing her to lift her head to meet his gaze.
His golden irises shone with a dangerous glow.
He placed a finger under her chin, forcing her to look him straight in the eyes.
— Lie.
A breath.
A verdict.
A sentence.
And he released her, just for a second.
Just long enough for her to think he was leaving.
Just long enough for her to breathe again.
But no.
He came back to her in one sudden move.
His mouth crashed onto hers.
A brutal kiss, one that devoured all the air from her lungs.
A kiss that asked nothing — that took everything.
The towel slipped again.
She tried to catch it.
Sion seized her wrist, slammed it against the wall above her head, and the towel fell to the floor like silent submission.
Naked.
Trembling.
At his mercy.
He trailed his mouth down her neck.
Across her collarbone.
To the top of her chest.
Every kiss was slow, burning, precise.
His lips left a red mark just above her left breast.
Nari stifled a moan.
— Don't do that… she murmured, begging her own body not to betray her.
— Don't do what? he said, his voice vibrating against her skin.
He laughed.
A deep, slow laugh that vibrated all the way down into her belly.
— You're the one who came to my office. You're the one who trembled under my mouth. You're the one who moaned when I tasted between your thighs.
You want me to leave you alone?
Lie again.
Please.
Lie to me again.
She closed her eyes, her head against the wall, her breathing fast, chaotic.
— I… I don't want… anything from—
— Yes, you do.
He pressed his hand between her thighs.
His fingers slid along the inside, meeting a warm slickness, an uncontrollable shiver.
He looked straight into her eyes, a predatory smile stretching across his lips.
— You're dripping for me.
She wanted to die.
Or scream.
Or kiss him until her mouth tore apart.
She no longer knew.
She shoved him away suddenly, finding a fragment of lucidity.
— Get out! she screamed, her voice cracked.
— Get out of my house! Now!
He didn't move.
He looked at her.
For a long time.
With that expression impossible to read — somewhere between frustration, desire, and amusement.
Then he smiled.
Slowly.
— You want me to leave?
— Yes!
— Very well.
He pretended to turn around.
Nari exhaled, thinking he was finally leaving.
But he stopped right in front of the door.
Without turning around, he said:
— I almost felt pity for you, you know.
You begged me with your body before you even opened your mouth.
Her knees buckled.
— Stop…
— You come for me.
He turned back slowly.
— And you will come again.
Nari snapped, anger rising, tears suddenly burning in her eyes from rage and shame.
— You think I'm your toy?! she yelled.
She walked toward him, naked, burning, furious.
She grabbed his zipper, opened it, pulled out his cock — hard as stone.
Her hand wrapped around it.
Squeezed.
Slid.
Stroked him with calculated slowness.
Sion let out a faint grunt, his jaw clenched.
His eyes devoured her.
— Mister Jeon Sion, she whispered, wounded, provocative, trembling,
— I'm not the kind of woman you can walk all over.
She sped up.
Faster.
Harder.
He growled, his head falling back for a second.
Right before he came, she stopped.
Dead.
Cold.
He opened his eyes, fury blazing.
She grabbed her phone.
Dialed 112.
— Out.
— SION. GET OUT.
The muscles in his jaw trembled.
He pulled up his pants in a sharp movement.
Grabbed his jacket.
Sighed like a caged animal.
He opened the door.
Before leaving, he leaned slightly toward her.
— By the way… pretty name, Nari.
She froze.
— How did you…
— You didn't think I'd come to a stranger's house without knowing everything about her, did you?
He smiled.
A slow.
Cold.
Deadly smile.
— We haven't even started.
The door slammed.
Nari was left alone.
Naked.
In the middle of the living room.
Shaking.
Her legs gave out.
She fell to her knees.
Tears burst, uncontrollable, burning.
She buried her face in her hands.
— Fuck… fuck… what have I done…
But her belly still vibrated.
Her skin still burned.
Her mouth still held his taste.
And in the middle of the despair, a horrible, shameful, unthinkable truth rose like a black wave:
She wanted him to come back.
She hated him.
She desired him.
She feared him.
She wanted him.
She no longer knew where she ended and where he began.
And across the city, in his black car, Sion was already smiling.
— She really thinks she can run from me… that's adorable.
She wants to play at resisting? Fine. Let's play.
He lit a cigarette.
His golden eyes glowed in the Seoul night.
The game had begun.