“How much more of this do I have to endure?”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. Ji-woo could have defended herself, but in that moment, she knew he was right. She had used him when she needed him.
“Are you playing with me because I’m handicapped?”
She had lied to him, feeding him stories because he had no memory of his past. “I’m sorry. I suppose I was, a little. I was confused.”
She had to tread carefully. Offer just enough truth for him to accept her explanation. With his memory gone, she still had the upper hand. Perhaps she could defuse the situation. At least, that was how she had rationalized her actions so far.
But—
“Let’s see who’s truly being led astray here.”
He pressed his forehead to hers. Their noses brushed, their hair tangling together. Ji-woo’s eyes flew open at the sudden contact, every excuse she had prepared vanishing from her mind. Strangely, she couldn’t say a word. The protests were there, but they wouldn’t form on her lips.
“I’m sorry. But I…”
I don’t believe in emotion. That was the closest she could come to the truth. But it was a truth she had to hide, for as long as she was pretending to be his wife.
“I still worry about you…”
“Fine,” his voice was ice. “Then I’ll just be a madman for you.”
He suddenly ripped her top away, his hand sliding down to caress her lower back. Goosebumps erupted over her skin at the cold touch. “A madman with a sickness, one that makes his cock hard at all the wrong times. I can be that for you, if you need an excuse.” He stared down at her. “So, humor me.”
He unhooked her bra and tore it away, his rough, thick palms closing over her breasts. Her soft flesh yielded to his grip.
“Seo, Tae-joon, wait…!”
He lowered his head, taking one breast into his mouth. “Seo Tae-joon…”
His tongue brushed against the peak, sending a shiver through her entire body. His hands fumbled lower, pulling her panties down. The cold air that hit her naked skin felt violating. Ji-woo tried to push him away, but her struggles were weak, her mind scattered by the relentless play of his mouth on her chest. His teeth grazed the sensitive tip, and he bit down gently, his eyes locked on hers. A moan escaped her lips.
A burning heat pooled between her thighs. She wasn’t used to this. She didn’t want this. It was all too sudden. She instinctively grabbed his wrists, and he finally let go of her breast.
“Ji-woo, you love me,” he said, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “So, how can you doubt your husband?” He lowered his head, moving toward her thighs. Ji-woo clenched her legs together, but he simply gripped them and pried them apart. The hands on her hips were firm and unyielding. Without hesitation, Seo Tae-joon buried his face between her legs.
She felt his hot breath just before his nose brushed against her tender skin. She was already sensitive and swollen there. He sucked and nibbled, his tongue darting out to play with her. Ji-woo gasped, her body shuddering.
He licked a slow, wet path, occasionally drawing the hardened nub of flesh into his mouth to evoke waves of pleasure. Her toes curled, and her hands tangled in his hair. Her hips bucked involuntarily. As his mouth worked on her, she felt her sanity begin to fray.
His thumb parted her, allowing his lips and tongue to become even more tenacious. When he bit down gently on that most sensitive spot, the heat inside her built into an unbearable fire, and she arched her back, unable to take any more.
Her vision blurred, white light bursting behind her eyes as a long, keening moan was torn from her throat. But he didn’t stop. He drank his fill of her release.
Just as she thought she was regaining some semblance of control, Seo Tae-joon pulled her hips closer and his tongue began to mimic the rhythm of what he truly wanted to do to her. He sucked at her skin, relentless and demanding. Her mind went completely blank. Her body felt boneless.
Thump, thump, thump.
The sound of footsteps cut through the haze, and her mind snapped back into focus. “Someone’s coming!” she exclaimed, pushing at his head. She could hear them on the stairs now, heading toward the second-floor landing. “Seo Tae-joon!”
Ji-woo’s heart hammered against her ribs. She was terrified that someone would see them like this, naked and exposed. But he wouldn’t stop. He just laughed. “Seo Tae-joon! Someone is coming! It must be the doctor!”
“Good.”
“What?!” She pushed herself up on her hands and glared at him. “You crazy bastard! Let me go! What will they think if they see us? What about my reputation?”
“Then maybe the bastard who’s coming will learn what happens when you sneak into a newlywed’s room. And don’t worry about your reputation. I’m your husband, not a stranger.”
His lips were slick with a clear liquid. Ji-woo knew exactly what it was. She turned her head away in shame.