CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57

Yu Jin’s POV

The elevator ride up to his penthouse was twenty-seven floors of absolute hell.

Twenty-seven floors of Park Min standing one foot away from me, breathing like he’d run a marathon, pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black. Twenty-seven floors of his scent getting thicker, sweeter, wetter, like his body had already decided it was mine to ruin and was just waiting for me to catch up.

I had my forehead pressed to the mirrored wall, palms flat, trying to count backwards from a hundred so I wouldn’t bend him over the handrail and tongue-fuck him in front of the security camera. My cock was leaking so bad the front of my sweats looked like I’d pissed myself. Every time the elevator dinged another floor my hips jerked forward on instinct, like my body thought the doors would open and I could finally shove him face-first into the corner and mount him.

He didn’t say a word. Just kept swallowing, throat clicking, fists clenched at his sides.

Then after a while he turned;

"Yu Jin I’m genuinely curious, are you okay? I mean ...."

I gave him a glare and he kept quiet.

When the doors finally slid open on the top floor he grabbed my wrist and dragged me out like he was scared I’d change my mind.

The second his front door clicked shut behind us he snapped.

He slammed me against it, mouth on mine, angry and starving, teeth scraping my lower lip hard enough to bleed. I groaned into it, kissed him back twice as filthy, hands already ripping his shirt open, buttons pinging across the marble floor like gunfire.

"Need to fuck you," he snarled between kisses, voice cracking my belt open with shaking fingers. "I need to be inside you right now, Yu Jin, please...."

I caught both his wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head so fast his breath hitched.

My voice came out gravel and smoke. "No."

He blinked, dazed, lips swollen and red. "What?"

I spun him. Chest to the door. Yanked his pants and briefs down in one brutal tug. They caught on his thighs and I left them there, trapping his legs. He made this tiny, shocked sound, half gasp, half whimper, that shot straight to my balls.

I dropped to my knees behind him.

Spread his cheeks with both thumbs.

And just, stared.

He was dripping. Actually fucking dripping. Clear slick running in slow rivulets down the inside of his thighs, hole clenching and fluttering like it was breathing. Pink, swollen, obscene. The scent hit me like a drug, sweet, musky, alpha in heat, and my mouth watered so hard I had to swallow twice.

"Yu Jin..." His voice cracked. "Don’t. I’ve never, nobody’s ever..."

I leaned in and licked one long, wet stripe from his balls to the small of his back.

He screamed.

Full-body jerk, knees buckling, hands scrabbling at the door for something to hold onto. I wrapped an arm around his hips to keep him upright and did it again, slower, tongue flat and heavy, circling his rim until he was shaking so hard the door rattled. I don’t know where I got such power from.

"Fuck, fuck, it burns ...." he sobbed, tears already streaking down his face. "It’s too much, I can’t..."

I shoved my tongue inside him.

He broke.

A raw, wrecked sound tore out of his throat, high and helpless, nothing like the Park Min who used to smirk and pin me down like it was easy. I sucked at his rim, tongue-fucking him open, sloppy and loud, spit and slick dripping down my chin. Every time I pulled back to breathe he clenched around nothing and whined, hips pushing back shamelessly.

I slid two fingers in alongside my tongue without warning.

He clamped down so hard my knuckles ached.

"Too big..." he cried, voice cracking into pieces. "Yu Jin it hurts, it’s burning, I’m not built for this...."

"Your body disagrees," I growled, crooking my fingers, nailing his prostate on the first try.

His spine arched so hard I thought it would snap. A strangled wail ripped out of him, legs spreading wider even as he sobbed harder. More slick gushed around my fingers, coating my hand to the wrist.

"Yu Jin stop!!! You think I grew a dick for this, what the hell."

I pulled my tongue out and replaced it with a third finger, stretching him open slowly and relentlessly.

"I don’t know Min, you tell me."

He was a mess. Tears soaking the door, snot running, mouth open on these broken little gasps that sounded like my name and please and no all at once. His cock was trapped against the wood, leaking steadily, untouched, smearing the surface with every involuntary thrust back onto my hand.

I stood up, pressed my whole body against his back, mouth at his ear.

"Look at you," I whispered, pumping my fingers deep and steady, feeling him flutter and clench every time I brushed that spot. "Big bad alpha crying because a little omega is fingering his ass. You’re so wet for me, Min. So fucking desperate."

He shook his head frantically, but his hips rolled back to meet every thrust of my hand.

I curled my fingers again, held them there, grinding.

He came untouched with a scream that cracked in the middle, body seizing, hole spasming around my fingers so hard I felt it in my teeth. Slick squirted out around my knuckles, running down his legs in waves. He would’ve collapsed if I wasn’t holding him up.

I didn’t stop.

Kept fucking him through it, slow, filthy drags, drawing every aftershock out until he was limp and whimpering, babbling nonsense into the crook of his arm.

Then I pulled my fingers out, spun him around, and dropped to my knees again, this time in front of him.

His cock was angry red, still half-hard even after coming, slick-soaked and twitching. I licked a stripe up the underside and he jerked like I’d electrocuted him, hands flying to my hair.

"No more, I can’t..."

I swallowed him down to the root in one go.

He shrieked, hips bucking helplessly, tears starting all over again. I pinned his thighs to the door and sucked him like I was trying to pull his soul out through his dick, hollowing my cheeks, humming around him until he was sobbing my name in broken syllables.

When he came a second time it was weaker, just a pathetic spurt across my tongue and a full-body shudder, but I swallowed every drop, kept licking gently until he was begging me to stop, too sensitive, please, please..

I stood up, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked him in the eye.

He was destroyed. Face wrecked with tears and snot, lips bitten raw, eyes glassy and fucked-out. Legs still trapped in his pants, shaking so bad he couldn’t stand without me holding him.

I leaned in, licked a tear off his cheek, and whispered right against his lips:

"This was just foreplay, baby."

His breath hitched on a sob.

"I haven’t even put my cock in you yet."

"Don’t even fucking thinking about it. What’s wrong with you, what did the kidnappers do to you.?"

And I held him there, rut burning under my skin, more like heat burning, cock throbbing untouched, counting down the seconds until I finally snapped and fucked him into the floor.

But not yet.

I wanted him crying for it first.