CHAPTER 38: CHAPTER 38

Park Min’s POV

I was still frozen, hand wrapped around myself like a teenager who got caught, when Yu Jin stepped out from behind that paper-thin curtain.

Water dripped from his hair, down his chest, over the edge of the towel that sat way too low on his hips. His eyes went straight to my lap.

He didn’t say anything for three whole seconds. Just stared.

Then he smiled.

"Wow," he said, voice low. "Five years and you still jerk off thinking about me. That’s almost cute."

My face went hot. I yanked my hand out so fast I nearly slapped myself. "I wasn’t..."

"Don’t." He took one step closer. "Don’t lie. It makes you look smaller than you already do."

He stopped right in front of me. Close enough that I could smell the cheap motel soap on his skin. Close enough that the heat coming off him made my mouth dry. This was probably why I hated omegas in the first place, this

"You know what the funny part is?" He tilted his head. "I used to pray you’d touch yourself thinking about me."

I opened my mouth. Closed it.

He laughed under his breath and leaned down, hands on the mattress on either side of my thighs, caging me in.

"Hands on the bed, Park Min. Palms flat."

I should’ve told him to fuck off.

I didn’t. No, I couldn’t.

I put my hands down. Flat. Like he said.

"Good boy," he whispered.

Then he climbed onto the bed. Slowly. One knee beside my hip. Then the other. Until he was straddling my lap without actually sitting down.

The towel shifted. Slid lower. I could see the line where his hip met his thigh. Could see everything if I looked down.

I didn’t look down.

He leaned in until his lips brushed my ear.

"You’re already hard again," he said. "I can feel it through your sweats. Pathetic."

I swallowed. "Yu Jin!"

"Shh." He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye.

His hands came up. Slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt the one he’d thrown on after the shower and never finished. Just enough to show the collarbone. Just enough to make my hands itch.

"You remember this spot?" He touched two fingers to the base of his neck. "You left a mark here the night you got me pregnant. Took three days to fade."

I remembered.

He smiled again. Sharper this time.

"I still check sometimes. In the mirror. Like a fucking idiot."

He shifted forward. Just an inch. The towel brushed my thighs. My hands clenched on the mattress.

"Don’t move," he said. "If you touch me, I stop. Understand?"

I nodded once.

He leaned in again. This time his mouth hovered over mine. Not kissing. Just breathing.

"You want to kiss me so bad you’re shaking," he whispered. "Don’t you?"

Yes.

"Too bad."

He sat back on his heels. Still not touching me anywhere except where his knees pinned my legs.

Then he did the worst thing he could’ve done.

He reached down and adjusted himself through the towel. Eyes locked on mine the whole time.

I made a sound. Couldn’t help it.

He laughed softly.

"You’re leaking," he said.

I looked down. Fuck. He wasn’t wrong.

He leaned forward again. This time his hand hovered over my chest. Not touching. Just close enough that I could feel the heat.

"I could make you cum without even touching you," he said. "Just like this. You’d let me, wouldn’t you?"

I couldn’t answer.

He tilted his head. "Say it."

I closed my eyes. "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I’d let you."

He hummed. Pleased.

Then he moved.

One roll of his hips. Barely anything. Just enough pressure through two layers of fabric to make me see stars.

My head fell back. A groan ripped out of me before I could stop it.

He stopped immediately.

"Eyes on me."

I forced them open.

He was watching me like he wanted to eat me alive.

"You’re not allowed to cum," he said. "Not tonight. Not until I say."

I laughed. Couldn’t help it. It came out wrecked.

"You’re evil."

"I know."

He leaned in again. This time his lips brushed the corner of my mouth. Not a kiss. Just a tease.

"You threw me away," he whispered. "Remember that every time you get hard thinking about me. Remember you’re a fucking rapist."

Then he stood up.

Just like that.

Towel still in place. Shirt half-open. Hair dripping.

He walked to the other side of the bed, grabbed one of the flat pillows, and threw it on the floor.

"You’re on the floor tonight," he said.

I stared at him.

He raised an eyebrow. "Problem?"

I opened my mouth.

Closed it.

Picked up the pillow.

He watched me lie down on the hard carpet like a kicked dog.

Then he turned off the light.

In the dark, I heard the bed creak as he got in.

A minute later, his voice floated over.

"Park Min?"

"Yeah?"

"You’re still hard."

I groaned into the pillow.

He laughed quietly.

"Goodnight."

I didn’t sleep.

Neither did he.

****

The power came back at 4:17 a.m.

The ancient air-conditioner rattled to life and the single bulb overhead flickered on.

Yu Jin was already awake.

He was sitting up in bed, back against the headboard, sheet pooled around his waist, watching me like he’d been counting every breath I took on the floor.

I sat up slowly, neck stiff, dick still half-hard from the torture he’d put me through hours ago.

He didn’t say good morning.

He just crooked one finger.

I was on my feet before my brain caught up.

He pushed the sheet off and spread his legs. No underwear. Nothing.

"Lock the door," he said.

I did.

"Clothes off."

I stripped.

He watched me the whole time, eyes dark, lips parted like he was already tasting me.

When I was naked he reached out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me onto the bed hard enough that the frame slammed the wall.

His mouth crashed into mine,there was no teasing this time. Teeth and tongue and five years of hate and want all at once.

I groaned into him. He swallowed the sound and bit my bottom lip hard.

Then he shoved me onto my back and climbed on top.

First position: he straddles me, knees high, hands planted on my chest.

He didn’t wait. Just lined me up and sank down in one slow, burning slide.

No condom. Nothing. Just wet heat and the way his breath hitched when I bottomed out.

"Fuck," I hissed.

He rolled his hips once, testing. "You feel that?" His voice was rough, wrecked already. "That’s what you did to me. Two night and I’ve been fucking addicted ever since."

He started moving. He was bouncing on my dick.

Every time he took me to the root he ground down and clenched, eyes locked on mine.

"Harder," he ordered. "Grab my hips and fuck me like you mean it."

I did. Fingers digging bruises into his skin, slamming him down to meet every thrust.

He laughed, breathless, head thrown back. "Yeah, just like that. You turned me into this, Park Min. Your fault I can’t cum without feeling you this deep."

Second position: he pushes up on his knees, turns around, still impaled on me, and drops forward onto all fours.

Reverse. Ass up, back arched, showing me exactly where we’re joined.

He looks over his shoulder. "Don’t you dare slow down."

I couldn’t if I wanted to. I gripped his waist and pounded into him so hard the headboard left dents in the wall.

Every slap of skin echoed. He pushed back greedily, taking it deeper, moaning my name like a curse.

"More," he gasped. "Raw. I want to feel you tomorrow when I sit in that fucking meeting."

I leaned over him, chest to his back, one hand sliding around to stroke him in time with my thrusts.

He shuddered, clenched around me so tight I saw stars.

Third position: I pulled out just long enough to flip him onto his back again.

His legs went over my shoulders instantly, folding him almost in half.

I slid back in and he screamed into the pillow, then yanked it away.

"No," he panted. "I want to hear myself. I want you to hear what you do to me."

I fucked him deep, relentless, watching his eyes roll back every time I hit that spot.

His hands clawed at my arms. "You made me a slut for this dick," he said, voice breaking. "Five years and nobody else ever filled me like you. Deeper fuck give me everything."

I gave him everything.

He came first untouched except for my cock inside him shooting across his stomach with a broken cry, walls clamping down so hard I followed right after, spilling deep, hips jerking through it.

I stayed inside him, breathing hard against his neck.

He wrapped his legs around my waist, locked his ankles, held me there.

"Don’t pull out yet," he whispered. "I like feeling you drip out of me later. Reminder of who I belong to, even when I hate you."

I kissed the mark I’d left on his neck five years ago, the one he said he still checks for.

He laughed softly, still catching his breath. "You’re never curing me of this, Park Min. You broke me for anyone else."

I kissed him slowly this time, tasting salt on him.

"Good," I said against his mouth. "Because I’m never letting you go again."

He bit my lip, rolled his hips just to feel me twitch inside him.

"Prove it," he said.

So I did.

Round two started before the sun even came up.