Chapter Four

Moriah

Am I totally insane to be flirting with this guy who looks like a model? Seriously, I don't do this. Ever. And I thought I swore off men after the shit I went through in Chicago, but it seems like my libido is speaking over my common sense.

I mean, he's stunning! Any woman would want him to be interested in them. Any man, too, or any gender in between. He's got this gorgeous chiseled jaw, deep black eyes, styled black hair, and the sweetest smile I have ever seen. A Roman profile, which you don't see often here in Korea, and I admit I checked out his ass one day as he walked away.

Man knows his way around a squat machine.

I can bet money he's an ex-idol or ex-trainee. I don't really go for K-pop, but even I can appreciate beauty when I see it.

When he returns as we close down, I ensure my staff can handle cleanup, triple check no one is in the gambling room, and then I approach him.

"I'm glad you came back."

His smile is sweet, sincere. His eyes, however, are shrewd and full of mischief. "Oh, I still have to come, jagi. And so do you."

That should have been a cheap, stupid line, but said in his low, sweet voice? Yeah. My whole body shivers. He looks like a man who knows how to please his partners, and I am more than ready to find out.

"Then let's go. My place or yours?" he asks.

"I live upstairs," I admit.

"Well, then, we're in luck. Lead the way."

I take his hand and led him upstairs, unlocking my door and letting us inside.

We barely make it to the bedroom before he pushes me against the wall.

He grabs my hair in his hand and turns my head to meet my lips. The kiss is rough and slightly desperate; his teeth tug at my lip and break my skin. I can taste my blood and I pull him closer for more.

His hands let me go and move to the hem of my dress. He pulls it off of me so quickly, part of it rips under his hands. I honestly could care less. When he has me naked, I start to feel a bit self-conscious. I'm not bad looking, but I don't look like these beautiful girls on TV here in Korea. Not even close.

He steps back to take all of me in, every curve and every angle.

"Beautiful," he says, his hands brushing over my breasts and lightly flicking the nipples under his thumbs. I take a deep breath. He changes tactics, then lightly pinches them. When he sees what must be the unbridled lust in my eyes, he pinches harder and I moue. "You like that?" he asks and I nod.

He moves, lifting me as if I am as light as a feather, and places me on my large, white bed. The sheets are cool and soft under my bare skin. I recline and look up to watch as he slowly removes his clothes, performing a new act of torture.

I take in every inch of honey skin that is bare before me, trying to memorize every part of him, from the way his abs ripple like a swimmer's, to the little mole on his left pec, to the thin happy trail leading down to an impressive cock with a Jacob's ladder piercing.

He moves like a cat, climbing onto the bed and holding himself above me, making sure he doesn't touch me, the sadistic bastard. The way his eyes look as he stares down at me is predatory, and it sends shivers down my spine.

He dips his head and his jaw brushes against my chest before he moves and I feel his hot tongue press against one of my nipples. He licks them both before he bites one and I jump from the pain. No one ever did that before, and I am kinda surprised to find that I like it.

He moves up to bite and suck at my neck, tasting my skin as if he needs it to live. His hands hold my waist tightly, hard enough to bruise, and one of them starts tracing my skin, down my stomach and to my thigh, skirting my dripping wet core and driving me insane. The pain of the bites and the gentleness of his hand are disparately dazzling and I need more .

"Have patience, jagi," he whispered, "and you will be rewarded."

With that, one long finger presses against me and I eagerly part my legs farther. He caresses my clit with one finger, teasing me, before he slips it inside. He begins to stroke me slowly, lazily.

"More," I groan.

He smirks. "You think you can command me? Very well, then. You'll get what you asked for." He slips in a second finger, and even I can tell how tight I feel compared with the size of his hand.

Thrusting his fingers in a bit faster, I can't help but moan.

"Is that better?" he asks.

"Ah … wipe that smirk from your face and keep going," I snap, barely able to get the words out properly.

He pinches a nipple again, hard. "You don't get to boss me around. I will punish you."

"Did you ever think that that was what I wanted?" I ask.

His teeth graze a nipple and he replies, "Ask and you shall receive." He moves himself lower onto the bed and I feel his hot tongue brush against my clit, sending shockwaves all through my body.

I arch my hips without thinking about it, giving him easier access to all of me. He inserts a third finger, stretching me wider than ever as his tongue, lips and teeth continue their pleasurable assault on my clit. It goes on for a few minutes, until my body climaxes with a shudder, and I cry out his name as he laps my juices with his tongue.

As I pant, flat on my back, he sits up, smiling down at me, smug at his performance.

Dastardly. I saw stars.

He taps my cheek to get my attention and he moves me into a sitting position on the bed, ready to get his own pleasure.

"I hope you're ready. What I have done so far is nothing compared to how rough I will be from here on out."

That should have made another woman run out the door, but not me. His hinted depravity only excites me more, and I don't understand why. I watch him give his long cock a few strokes, not that it needs to get any harder as it juts from his lean hips.

He tilts my head and slowly pushes his cock past my lips and down my throat. He starts out slow and easy, acclimating me to the feeling. I absolutely need the time to adjust. The last men were not as, um, gifted as Jeong-Ki.

He tastes like salt and desire and I savor him as he starts to go faster, deeper into my throat until I gasp around him, choking but loving it at the same time, tears coming to my eyes. For someone who hates being controlled and told what to do, his complete control over me turns me on like no other. He keeps treating me like a toy, like I belong to him to play with, and maybe I do.

He pulls out of my mouth without letting me taste him. "Good girl," he says, again biting the sensitive tip of my ear and giving my neck a bit more attention, physically marking me.

Placing a hand to my chest, he unceremoniously shoves her back. "Still wet from before?" he asks, and I nod. "Still sore?" Again, a nod. "Think you can come again?"

"I don't know," I reply honestly. My willing partners were never this good, and the gang members who used me never made me come.

"Hmph. Whether you think you can or not, you will," he says, positioning himself over me, suspended on his muscular arms.

I look up into his ink black eyes, which have darkened even more with lust. He watches my expression as his tip teases my entrance, barely pushing the opening. "Tell me, is this what you want, Moriah?"

"Yes," I reply.

A sharp tug on my hair. "Yes what?"

I smirk. "Yes, sir ."

"Better." And with that he inserts himself inside of me, making me stretch around him. I moan, spurring him on, slowly at first to get me used to his girth inside of me and to find a rhythm he likes. Each thrust makes me wetter and wetter, easing my pain, until he picks up his speed and ferocity.

He makes me gasp with every thrust, every grind of his hips against mine, and every moan he lets out as my muscles suck him in. I put my hands on his shoulders but he moves them and pins them above my head, making me immobile.

He looks down into my eyes again; his filled with passion, lust and something dark and deep. "You are mine, Moriah Romano. Mine."

I nod, unsure if I'm losing my mind. But I want to be his. "I am yours," I gasp as his thrust hits a spot that makes me see stars.

He seats himself deep within me, staying in there. I feel his heartbeat and pulse in time with mine.

"No matter what, you will always be mine." Each word was punctuated with a deep, hard thrust.

"Oh, Jeong-Ki, yes I am … yours … ah!" He finds that spot again, and he keeps hitting it with every thrust as my orgasm builds.

"That's it. Come. Come for me," he coaxes. His silky, dark voice combined with his hard cock inside of me pushes me over the edge and I come around him, harder than before, squirting my juices on my silken sheets and coating him as he thrusts a few more times before he released his seed in me, truly claiming me as his.