“What?” Hyukjoon asked, frowning. His eyes were narrowed. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” Dahye stammered.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“It’s been so long,” Dahye said. “I … I want it to be special. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Holding hands, they took two long steps to cross the livingroom, and Hyukjoon peered inside. “I didn’t think it would be so … empty,” he said, looking at the air mattress on the floor. The closet door was wide open, and it, too, was bare. “I’ll have to send you a few things. A real bed, for one. We’re going to need it if I’m going to fuck you properly.”
He laughed, oblivious to her disgust, before throwing himself onto the mattress. It made a hissing noise. “I have to say, I’ve never done it on an air mattress. Once on a waterbed in New Hampshire when I was a teenager, but never one of these.” He patted the empty space next to him. “Come here. Are you playing hard to get?”
Dahye went to him, and Hyukjoon wasted no time, pushing her down. One hand trailed up to her neck and squeezed. She remembered that he was especially rough when he was drunk. As he leaned in to kiss her, his phone fell out of his pocket and onto the floor. Dahye picked it up. An idea began to take shape. “Turn on your camera,” she said.
He made a face but did as she asked. “Why?”
“You’ll see.” She hit the record button and gave the phone back to him. “I want to see what we look like on video. You can delete it after, if you want.”
Hyukjoon wore an odd expression, but his arousal was obvious, and he needed no other instruction. Pointing the camera at Dahye’s body, he commanded, “Take off your clothes.”
She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes, biting her lip. Slowly, keeping her gaze fixed on Hyukjoon, Dahye slipped out of her shirt.
“The pants now,” he murmured.
Dahye shook her head, giving him a coy smile. “It’s your turn,” she said.
“My turn?” Hyukjoon raised his eyebrows.
Anybody else want a turn before I take her back?
“Uh-huh.”
“I didn’t know you were like this,” Hyukjoon said with a smirk. Nevertheless, he handed the phone to her. Working languidly, he undid the buttons of his shirt. “Are you happy now?”
“Very.” Since their so-called breakup, Dahye had lost a substantial amount of weight. Her hip bones jutted out from her skin, and she knew her ribs were clearly visible below her small breasts. Hyukjoon, on the other hand, looked as he always had: broad shoulders, sculpted chest, strong arms.
He reached for the phone. “Your turn. The pants?”
She shrugged out of her jeans to stand in just her panties, shivering as Hyukjoon let out a groan. He didn’t wait for her. He fumbled with his belt buckle and shed his khaki shorts and briefs in one swift movement, leaving them in a pile on the mattress. The phone tumbled to the floor, but Hyukjoon made no move to pick it up. He was fully erect. “You look so good,” he growled. “Come here and take it.”
Took my cock like the good little slut she is …
She wrapped her hand around his member. He was warm and throbbed in her hand as he moaned. He nuzzled the hollow of her neck, and once again his fingers circled around her throat, pressing them into her larynx. She stifled a yelp. She would not give Hyukjoon the pleasure of knowing that he was hurting her. Not again. Never again.
“Put it in your mouth,” he said.
“I will,” she said, batting her eyelashes up at him. “But close your eyes. I want you to feel it all.” She began stroking his shaft in a gentle rhythm, and Hyukjoon’s breathing became ragged. He shuddered as she slowly descended to her knees.
As instructed, he leaned his head back with his eyes tightly shut. With her left hand, Dahye continued to stroke him, while her right hand slipped under the edge of the mattress.She found the handle of the rusty cleaver and quietly pulled it out. Just as she was about to plunge the blade downward, she hesitated.
Could she do this?
She was frozen. Time seemed to slow. In a flash, Eunhye was by her side, red eyes burning ravenously.
“Do it!” she snarled.
“I don’t know if I can …”
“You already killed someone.”