"Get out!" I scream, swinging again. "Get the fuck out!"
"I said stop!"
He catches my wrist mid-swing. His grip is like iron. I try to knee him in the balls, but he twists his hips, using his weight to plow into me. We collide in a tangle of limbs and swearing. I’m bigger than most guys, I spend hours in the gym building mass, but Donghwa is dense. He’s all leverage and heavy bone, and he moves with a fluid, annoying grace that I can’t match.
I thrash, bucking my hips, trying to throw him off. "Get off me! This is all your fault! You took advantage of me!"
"I took advantage?" He grunts, ducking a wild haymaker I throw with my left hand. He catches that wrist too, slamming it into the mattress. "You dragged me in here! You practically begged for it!"
"Liar!" I spit, thrashing harder. "I’m going to kill you!"
"Enough!"
He shifts his weight, driving a knee between my thighs—right against my sore, used hole—and the jolt of sensation makes me gasp, my strength faltering for a split second. That’s all he needs. He shoves my arms up, pinning both my wrists above my head with one large hand. He uses his other arm to brace himself next to my head, looming over me, his chest heaving against mine.
The silence crashes back into the room, broken only by our ragged breathing.
I glare up at him, chest rising and falling rapidly, adrenaline pumping through my veins. He’s hovering over me, his dark eyes blown wide, hair falling into his face. He smells like winter air and sex—oursex—and it makes my head spin.
"Are you done?" he asks, his voice low, dangerous. "Or do I need to knock the wind out of you, too?"
I add in a buck of my hips and a frustrated snarl.
"Calm down," Donghwa pants, and honestly, he looks like shit. His eyes are hollow, rimmed with dark circles that stand out starkly against his pale skin. He looks like a corpse that’s been dragged backward through a hedge, sweat-damp hair sticking to his forehead.
"Go fuck yourself," I snarl, straining against his grip.
Donghwa lets out a dry, humorless snort. "Can't," he wheezes. "Spent all my energy fuckingyouall night."
My vision goes red. I don't even think about it; I just react. I yank my leg free and drive my heel hard into the meat of his thigh. A cheap shot? Absolutely. Do I care? Not even a little bit.
Donghwa hisses, his grip faltering as he swears. "You little shit."
I scramble to get leverage, but he recovers too fast. With a sudden burst of inspiration—and annoying strength for someone who looks half-dead—he twists my arm, uses his weight, and flips me over. The room spins, and then my face is mashed into the pillow, his heavy body pressing me flat into the mattress.
"Let me up!" I roar, struggling against him. "Get off me!"
"No."
Smack.
The sound is loud in the quiet room. His hand connects with my right ass cheek—the sore one—with a stinging slap.
I yelp, my body jerking instinctively. "I am going to kill you!" I scream into the pillow. "I’m going to strangle you with my bare hands!"
Donghwa sighs, a heavy exhale that ghosts over the back of my neck. "You're awfully spicy this morning for someone who was begging to suck my cock six hours ago."
I freeze. My entire body goes rigid.
Slowly, painfully, I crane my neck, twisting to glare at him over my shoulder. "You are a fucking liar."
Donghwa smirks. It’s a tired, lazy expression, but it’s dripping with smugness. "Do I look like I have the energy to lie right now?" He shifts his weight, wincing slightly. "You wrung me out so hard I couldn't get it up now to save my life. I was practically beggingyouto stop by the last round."
"That's not possible," I choke out. My face feels hot. "I wouldn't. I didn't."
He rolls his eyes. "That's a convenient excuse. My dick is rubbed raw, Hyung. Raw. From how many times you demanded I put it back in."
"Shut up!" I buck wildly, humiliation crashing over me like a tidal wave. I did not beg. I do not beg for dick. "Shut your mouth!"
