Chapter 30: Bed of Thorns, Mouth of Wine(18+)
The bathroom light flickered once, catching in the mirror the shadow of the woman who’d entered without knocking.
Eun Hae.
Her eyes—those cruel, velvet storms—landed on him with the weight of unspoken command. She said nothing. She didn’t need to.
Kang Min-jae had just barely zipped up his pants after Hye-Ra’s surprise ambush, still trembling from the aftershocks of her mouth, when Eun Hae’s hand gripped his wrist.
Without a word, she turned, dragging him from the bathroom like a misbehaving dog on a leash. His legs stumbled, knees wobbling, but she didn’t slow. The bedroom was dim, curtains drawn, moonlight cutting across the sheets. Hye-Ra’s wine bottle lay half-tipped near the couch, where she dozed in her silk robe, chest rising with each slow, deep breath.
"Come," Eun Hae whispered—a sentence, a threat, a promise.
She pulled him toward the bed, sat down on the edge, and pulled him between her thighs. Her fingers undid his zipper as if punishing the fabric for daring to restrain him. Her nails grazed skin, and the friction jolted Min-jae’s breath from his throat.
Still dressed in her black turtleneck—though it now barely hung on her shoulders—Eun Hae slid back on the bed, spreading her legs with surgical precision, as if inviting him to dissect her soul.
"Use your tongue first," she commanded, voice as smooth as poison-tipped velvet. "Show me you still belong to me."
He obeyed. How could he not?
Min-jae lowered his mouth to her inner thigh, kissing softly, building up to the wet heat just under her panties. Her fabric was soaked already—an admission, a confession her cold voice would never say aloud.