Chapter 14 - Gun #2
She’s in the throes of pleasure as I fuck her and my dick drives in deep. Her pussy kneads me, encases me, surrounds me in all the heat and wetness I can handle.
She’s so fucking silky. So fucking tight, little ridges adding to my pleasure.
There’s nothing pleasant or loving about the moment.
I drive into her and she scratches at me. She pushes back and shunts her hips like I’m her worst enemy.
It’s the only way she can fuck me; the only way she can make sense of the moment.
But it doesn’t fucking matter.
…because deep down we both want this. We both crave each other. We’re a match.
I flip Elise over onto her stomach and re-enter her without missing a beat. Her heat once again engulfs me as my thick cock spears into her, and she squeals and squirms once again like a small animal led to the slaughter.
As if she ever expects to escape me.
But my large hands clap her ass cheeks and I grip her tighter, driving my hips up against her. My dick pounds its way into her tight, convulsing little pussy, and she’s left fisting the fucking bedsheets in protest.
She’s so hot and wet.
Gushing around my cock.
I’m pretty sure she’s come already. I’m pretty sure the ripple effect around my cock is her little stubborn pussy finally giving into the pleasure I give her.
It doesn’t slow me down or stop me. I simply pick up the pace. My strokes come harder, my hips slamming into her round, plump ass.
I want to fucking consume her. Show her who can dominate her.
Make her fall to pieces ’til she has no other choice.
…’til she taps out and admits I’m the only man who’s ever made her feel like this.
My muscles tense as I grip her harder and plow into her with brutal force.
It’s a battle of wills as I sink into her heat and my cock throbs from how incredible it feels.
The mattress shakes around us. Our throaty noises play loud as the only sound in the room. We’re sweating and desperate and buzzing from the feel-good chemicals we’ve inflicted on each other.
Elise fights me in her own way, throwing her ass back, squeezing my cock in a viselike grip.
Choking me with her tight little pussy.
Working me so damn good I’d come right now if I were a weaker man.
It takes every ounce of restraint and discipline I have to hold on. I drive into her again and again and watch how she comes undone.
Her thighs spread wider. Her ass perches higher. Her fat, swollen, dripping pussy swallows me up.
Every fucking inch.
I switch up my stroke, pounding into her at a whole new angle, dragging her so far back her knees aren’t even touching the mattress anymore.
Her legs are wrapped back around my hips, her whole body inverted, face planted in the bedsheets. She screams as my cock hits the back of her pussy and triggers her next orgasm.
Then she’s jerking against me, body quivering in my grip.
Pussy warm, wet, hot as it clenches me harder than ever.
I hit my final stride. A roar rumbles from my chest, all lust and testosterone and pent-up energy as I go fucking crazy. My hips slam into her like a machine, and the pleasure reaches a breaking point.
I sink deep into her warm, velvety pussy and then realize I can’t hold it a second longer. My release rushes through me and erupts all at once.
We collapse together, desperately husking air back into our lungs.
I roll onto my side and drag Elise closer, our slick naked bodies fitting perfectly together.
She peers up at me with eyes wide and lips parted, like her mind has been blown and she can’t process what’s happened.
I cup her cheek and kiss her lips gently, a direct contrast to what we’ve just done.
All the aggression and roughness.
Minutes pass as our heartbeats settle and we cuddle together, limbs entangled like we’ve melted into one.
It’s maybe the most peaceful moment of my life. The first real time I’m able to appreciate the calm and enjoy the fact that I’m with the woman I’ve become obsessed with.
Nothing and no one stand between us. We’ve truly given into each other.
For one perfect second, I forget who we are.
My brain’s still stuck in the fog she dragged me into—nails, teeth, that mouth full of venom and hands that are lethal.
Sweat slicks my skin and heat pulses in my blood.
It all feels too fucking real to be a mistake. I reach for her without thinking. I want to wrap her up in my arms and memorize this moment before she remembers she’s supposed to hate me.
As soon as my hand slides across her stomach to pull her even closer, she goes stiff.
Too late.
“Goyangi,” I murmur hoarsely. “Stop fighting it and c’mere. We’ve fought enough with our bodies for one night. Let’s enjoy the moment.”
But it’s like Elise has woken up from whatever spell she’s been under. She pushes my hands away and quickly rises to her feet to collect her clothes. I sit up to watch her.
“Really? You’re doing this now?” I ask. “Get back in bed, feline.”
“I’m not getting back in your bed, Rhee.”
“And why not?”
“Because it’s not where I belong. I never should’ve… I never should’ve let any of this happen in the first place.
“I wish I could say I knew what you were talking about,” I sigh, exhausted by the warring.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. These blurred lines. This was a huge mistake.”
“What we just did now?”
She ignores me as she begins dressing.
I scrub a hand over my face.
But it’s not lost on me that Goyangi-ne sounds more disgusted with herself than anything else, like she can’t believe she let herself give in to what’s been building between us for days.
I know what I felt—the way she responded to my touch, the sounds she made, the way her body fit against mine like we were made for each other.
That wasn’t by chance. That couldn’t have been a mistake.
That was real, raw, undeniable. It was a pure chemical explosion between two opposing forces that come together so satisfyingly.
The connection between us isn’t something I imagined, no matter how much she wants to pretend otherwise.
Before I can find the words to make her understand, she’s already half dressed. She slides into her leggings and yanks her top over her head with jerky, agitated movements. Signs she’s more pissed with herself than she is with me.
“You need to turn me into the Cheongryong,” she says without looking at me. “Tomorrow, first thing.”
My brows furrow in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m very serious.”
“You’d rather I turn you into the syndicate than stay here? Are you crazy?”
She glares at me from over her shoulder.
“I’d rather face whatever wrath is coming my way from your mafia family than have to betray everything I’ve fought for!
I want nothing to do with you, Rhee. You seem unable to understand that I despise you.
That I want you and your entire syndicate destroyed.
That if it’s a choice between a life involved with you or death taking out your family, then I’ll choose death every single fucking time! ”
Anger floods my system like molten metal.
I surge out of bed without caring that I’m completely naked.
“You and your stupid vendetta make no sense! What are you mad at me for, huh, Goyangi? What have you blamed on me? Did the Cheongryong hurt your feelings some day and now you won’t move on?
What’s got you so hateful and vengeful? Learn to be a grown-up and use your words! Tell me!”
She scoffs. “You’re one to talk. Aren’t you the one whose own father thinks of you as a child? As some disappointment? You’ve said it yourself! I don’t need lectures from you of all people on how to handle shit!”
Her insults and accusations hurtle toward me like the daggers she’s thrown in my direction. I step toward her, slipping into my calm state that really signifies my anger.
“You can insult me all you want. But it doesn’t change your reality.
I see a beautiful woman. A strong and intelligent woman,” I explain.
“But I also see a woman who is so fucking consumed by her hate that she can’t see straight.
You want to go, feline? Then fucking go! Leave and deal with the consequences.”
“You and your syndicate should look in the mirror. You’re about to get what’s coming to you.”
With that, she storms out of the room like a hurricane given human form. I don’t bother trying to stop her. The set of keys to unlock the door are on the end table in the living room.
But if she wants to go, then I’m done stopping her. I’m done doing what I’ve been doing, both subconsciously and now consciously as my attraction for her grew.
I’m no longer going to hold back. I’m no longer going to protect her.
If we she wants to be mortal enemies, then so fucking be it.
The front door slams shut and nearly rattles the windows. She’s fled from this temporary custody arrangement, choosing to resume her vendetta over what could’ve been something else.
We’ve could’ve found a way—
It’s too fucking late. That possibility has officially closed.
I wince as a sharp pain lances through my skull, and I remember what Dr. Song said. Anger and other intense emotions don’t help my condition. They hamper it.
I snatch my pain meds from the nightstand drawer and pop the lid to take a few. I’ve got to be back on my A game if me and the syndicate are going to crush the cat and whoever she’s working for.
And I’ll do it myself. I’ll be the one to ruin her.
The next morning arrives bright and cool, Seoul’s autumn light filtering through the blinds and landing in streaks across the room.
I wake up alone in the bed where Elise slept as recently as twenty-four hours ago. The fucking sheets smell like her; something tells me they always will no matter how many times I have the gajeongbu come by to scrub the place clean.
The truth is, I’ll probably need to give up this apartment altogether. Find a new love nest somewhere else in the city where I won’t have any memories of the past week.
This place has been permanently tainted by the feline I’ve become fixated with.