Burning The House Of Cards: taking revenge on my billionaire family

The grey eyes widened, and Hajin froze as his lips were once again touched by the sweet flower.

It was the last thing he expected when he ran to that room in a hurry, filled with anxiety. His brain was filled with confusion, even when the resident of his paradise pulled him into the gate of temptation.

Unlike the uncertain but curious kiss Sarah initiated on that hill, this kiss was filled with unmistakable lust, eager and thirsty. It was the kind of kiss that Hajin should make, not Sarah.

But, God...it went straight to the base of his skull.

Only after tasting the bittersweet sensation on her lips did Hajin catch the vague taste of alcohol and pull back, blinking hard between reason and desire.

"Mast--"

"Jin..." a gasping call made Hajin’s tongue cease functioning, and his grey eyes shook at the blushing cheeks and glazed eyes staring at him like she needed him. Like she wanted him. "Hajin..."

As eager fingers clutched onto his chest and neck, Hajin had to struggle with the way his name was swirling in his head with that voice and that tone. Sultry, whiny, needy...the kind of voice one would make when they woke up from a blissful night with a lover in their arms.

It felt like a dream. A dream that tugged hard on his string of reason.

"Hajin..."

And Hajin was a weak, weak man.