Chapter 8

Stolen Marriage

Jeong-hoo knew Chae-ryeong’s fiery temper all too well.

Now that he had declared his intention to marry Hae-won, it was obvious she wouldn’t leave her alone. She would vent her rage in every way possible.

Especially if she were to find out that a secret night had already taken place between the two of them, she might truly lose her mind.

He wasn’t entirely clear on what went on between the two sisters.

Perhaps Yoon Hae-won had seduced him knowing full well what she was doing. Yet he couldn’t grasp what kind of choice had driven her to take such an extreme measure.

In truth, he didn’t even need to know the story behind it.

Whatever her reasons were, Jeong-hoo didn’t mind in the least.

The only person he was interested in was Yoon Hae-won.

Seongbuk-dong, which he visited after a long time, hadn’t changed even a little.

And Yoon Hae-won, whom he encountered under the familiar wall, was a far worse mess than he had vaguely anticipated.

‘Did I really want to make a woman like this cry…?’

She was a deeply pitiful sight.

Her hair had been mercilessly yanked out, and her clothes were reduced to rags. The skin glimpsed beneath was covered in red handprints and scratches, as if she had been scratched and beaten without restraint.

As if that weren’t enough, she was thoroughly drenched in the rain.

It wasn’t that he felt no guilt at all toward the woman who suffered such humiliation because of him.

However, Jeong-hoo had zero desire to let this opportunity slip away.

He had calculatedly targeted this fleeting moment—when Hae-won was at her weakest—as his chance to slip into her heart.

“Come with me.”

“……”

Watching her clear eyes quiver, glistening with moisture, his lower half grew heavy once again.

Crazy bastard.

Seeing her face—plaintive yet somehow provocative—moved his heart in an inexplicable way.

Why on earth? Such a thing had never happened to him before.

Hae-won slowly pushed herself up from the wall.

Her slender body swayed momentarily, as if her legs couldn’t hold her weight properly.

Instinctively, Jeong-hoo caught her by her slender waist.

At that moment, a sweet scent diluted by rainwater penetrated deep into his lungs.

“Are you alright?”

“……”

Nodding silently, Hae-won cast her gaze downward.

That expression again. Seeing her avert her eyes as if nervous made him want to push her all the way to the edge.

As he stared intently at her captivating face, her delicate neckline trembled faintly.

Jeong-hoo gently took Hae-won’s chin in his hand and turned it toward him.

Their gazes locked deeply in midair once more.

His persistent look fixed upon her as if it intended to strip away her bare skin.

Her flinching shoulders, her trembling pupils, even her tightly closed lips—there wasn’t a single detail he didn’t like.

What kind of sadistic streak made him want to see Yoon Hae-won clinging only to him?

It felt as if the quietly flowing night air was clinging to his skin.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“Will you make it so I can’t think of anything?”

His expectation that she would avert her eyes once more was completely shattered.

She was a truly peculiar woman. Making it impossible to let his guard down, Yoon Hae-won was intriguing.

Her appearance of being fragile while refusing to act soft was particularly so.

Just when he thought she would passively yield to every pull, she would suddenly make him taut with tension in ways he hadn’t foreseen.

Had she let go of everything, or was she fueled by bitterness?

What flickered in her hazel eyes was a heat she couldn’t hide.

Reading Hae-won’s inner thoughts, the elegant corners of Jeong-hoo’s lips twisted into a satisfying smirk.

“Do you want me to hold you until you feel like you’re breaking?”

The moment the feverish air turned into raw passion, his gaze deepened significantly.

Yoon Hae-won clearly had no idea how provocative she looked right now.

Her moist, glistening eyes, her disheveled clothes, her gestures that seemed to say he was the only one.

The desire he had barely been holding back felt on the verge of exploding.

It was Hae-won who pressed the switch.

Under the dim glow of the streetlight, the rims of her eyes were red.

Lowering her eyelids once more, Hae-won nodded.

Beep.

The sound of the car doors unlocking echoed remarkably loud in the quiet alley.

As soon as Hae-won’s hips settled into the passenger seat, Jeong-hoo immediately leaned down.

Devouring her lower and upper lips alternately, he sucked at them with an aching intensity.

Receiving his lips stiffly and silently, she wrapped her arms around the nape of his neck.

As if that were a signal, Jeong-hoo mingled their breaths even deeper.

It was the moment a one-sided kiss turned into a thick, sultry passion.

“Ah…”

Their touching tongues rubbed and tangled dizzyingly. As the scarlet flesh intertwined, clear saliva flowed between them.

Hae-won almost swallowed the moisture welling from the root of her tongue. Every time the direction of their pressed noses shifted, a wet, friction-filled sound echoed provocatively in her ears.

Hot breath grew sticky and wet, and a distinct weight settled heavily onto a part of his body.

Releasing the lever to recline her seat back, her body fell flat, and she blinked up at him.

Her rain-soaked clothes revealed her pure white skin clearly.

Looking at the sight, Jeong-hoo unwittingly swallowed his saliva.

Even though he had felt guilty about the pitiful state of the woman just moments ago, his lust arousal was an entirely different matter.

Without hesitation, he climbed over her body, pressing down upon her.

At the same time, thud, the door shut.

Inside the quiet car, only the sound of rain hammering against the bodywork echoed loudly.

A strange tension brimmed, so thick that even the sound of swallowing spit could be heard.

Holding her cheek, Jeong-hoo lowered his lips once more.

Soft flesh tangled dizzyingly. He rubbed against her strongly as if counting the papillae on her tongue, then swept across her palate. A sharp electric thrill shot through her lower back from the deep kiss.

Yoon Hae-won was the very first woman who could make him tingle from head to toe with just a kiss.

It didn’t feel filthy at all.

Until now, he had never gone all the way with any woman. His heart was never moved, and his physical reactions were so dull that it was practically impossible.

Physical relationships were a hassle, and emotional bonds were even more tiresome.

Yet Yoon Hae-won was simply too different.

“Mmm…”

A large hand cupped and squeezed her soft breast as if to warp its shape.

The feeling of wet fabric clinging stickily beneath his palm was vivid.

The touch caressing skin that had by now warmed to match his body temperature was steeped in intense excitement.

Her body, reacting honestly to every stimulus he gave, possessed an addictive quality he couldn’t break free from.

So much so that once his lips met hers, he didn’t want to pull away.

Jeong-hoo shifted his lips to the delicate nape of her neck.

When he bit down with his teeth, a gasp-like groan burst from her. Unable to withstand the heightened sensations, she clung to his broad chest as if relying on him.

His arousal reached a peak so intense it made his scalp tingle.

Where they touched at the center grew excessively hard. It was ready enough that he could drive into her this very instant.

Carrying his desire to invade her territory just as it was, he pressed his body tightly against hers.

Hot heat radiated from where they pressed against each other.

“Ah, wait a second…”

A voice dampened by heat barely seeped out.

Hae-won, who had been following his lead wherever he pulled, pushed against his chest with a slight furrow of her brows.

It was a refusal he hadn’t experienced from her before.

“Not here.”

The CCTV attached to the high wall kept turning its head repeatedly. The taboo feeling of being right in front of the house that had bound her excited him, but it seemed that was her limit.

“Ha, do you really have the luxury to care about that?”

Jeong-hoo felt as though his front was on the verge of bursting.

Her restraining gesture sent his body into a frenzy, like a beast driven purely by instinct.

Inside the car, a sticky, scorching atmosphere still lingered.

Gathering the front of her clothes that were already wrecked and torn, Hae-won looked up at him.

There was no way to refuse that gaze.

Under normal circumstances, his nature would have pushed through anyway, but Jeong-hoo clenched his fist tightly and nimbly moved over to the driver’s seat.

Hae-won was still panting lightly, clutching the edge of her clothes firmly.

Over her small fist, her pale white knuckles stood out starkly.

“We’re going to my place.”

Wiping away every trace of the beast that had been ravaging Hae-won just moments ago, Jeong-hoo spoke in a calm voice.

Pushing herself up, she slowly nodded.

Her cheeks were flushed red, though for a reason different from before.

Splash.

As the sedan carrying the two of them passed through the alleyway where puddles had gathered, water splashed lightly.

It was quiet, belying the intense desire they had been lavishing on each other just moments before.

Just like the eye of a storm.

Not a hotel, but his home.

It was his first time bringing another person into his personal space. Much less someone of the female gender.

However, he was not granted the leisure to sense anything strange or out of the ordinary in the first place. It was simply because his entire focus had been completely consumed by Yoon Hae-won.

“Mmm.”

The moment they stepped into the entryway, they continued the unfinished kiss in the pitch-black house.

Pressing together their swollen, bursting centers, he explicitly stirred inside her mouth.

As he poured down a rich and sticky kiss, her slender body kept getting pushed backward.

It was a darkness so dense that surrounding objects could not be distinguished.

Before his eyes could even adjust to the pitch blackness, he stripped away her rain-soaked, clingy clothes.

Each time he removed layer after layer of the stubborn fabric, scorching body heat transferred between them.

Thud.

Hae-won’s eyes narrowed slightly as she bumped against the wall.

Jeong-hoo pressed his body against hers while hooking one of her thighs over his hip.

Their lower bodies, dizzily clad in only underwear, pressed and flattened against each other.

Under this tremendous pressure, he felt he might release even before the main act had officially begun. Becoming overwhelmed by uncontrollable excitement was all too easy.

“Damn it. What did you put on your body?”

Did she smear honey on it? Short of that, this sweet body scent couldn’t be explained.

Throwing away all dignity and composure, he simply wanted to bury his head like a dog and lick every last drop.

When he bit down with his teeth and sucked at her skin, a faint groan escaped her lips.

Red hickeys formed wherever his lips passed.

It felt satisfying, as if marking Yoon Hae-won as his own.

“Haah… Can’t we go to the bed?”

Clinging to the nape of his neck, her body trembled finely.

Only then did he notice her standing precarious on tiptoe with her remaining foot, one leg hanging in the air.

Driven by his own desire, it seemed he had pushed her too hard.

Barely regaining his sanity, Jeong-hoo lightly scooped her up into his arms.

“Ah!”

“Wrap your legs tight so you don’t fall.”

As he held her firmly supporting her thighs, her fragile body fluttered and leaned against him.

Like an obedient child, Hae-won wrapped her slender legs around his waist and clasped her arms around his neck.

At that, her sweet scent grew even thicker.

“Phew.”

The path to the bedroom was far too long.

Yoon Hae-won might end up regretting her words when she asked him to hold her until she couldn’t think of anything tonight.

It was going to be a very long night.