Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 3

Jennie

Lisa had a way to speak her words without actually saying them. Her actions spoke louder, her kisses told me her thoughts, and her touches whispered her silent promises.

I understood them.

I believed them.

And I knew, just like she promised, one day…our story would take place beyond those four walls. We would be free from the chains that kept us here.

Her kisses made me breathless, and I kissed her back, determined to steal her breath. She had left her mark on my soul and I wanted to leave mine on hers, so this way—we would be one.

I smiled against her lips and she pulled away just slightly, so she could rest her forehead against mine. Her chest heaved and her hands dropped to my hips, holding me, anchoring me to her.

I wrapped my legs around her waist. My eyes opened to stare into her dark ones. There was always something there, a touch of insanity. Some days she looked unhinged, a beast clawing from deep within. She had the power to crush someone’s neck with her bare hands, and I knew she had done it before, maybe more than once. Other days, she looked calm. But never less deadly.

Lisa Kang was the type of woman who lived on the adrenaline from making men whimper in fear, their blood running cold, and then she would stab her knife in precisely. A clean death. Although I had a feeling she liked it messy sometimes. There was a darkness in her that I should have feared, but I had never felt safer than right here in her arms.

She placed a chaste kiss on my lips and I moaned in response when she pulled away. A few minutes ago, she was a woman set on killing Jiyong. Her face had hardened and her eyes—they had held so much cruelty, darkness, a promise of pain and blood for my husband.

But now, that look has disappeared, replaced by a boyish charm. The corners of her lips lifted with a small smirk, her signature move that gave her the perfect arrogant look. She knew exactly the effect she had on me. Lisa was so sure she could make my knees weak, and there was no denying it—she was absolutely right.

She made my knees weak, my heart sing, and she forced my soul to dance.

It was perfect in the most imperfect way. Our time together were filled with cracks and flaws, forbidden with a touch of perfection. It was toxic for both of us.

But damn it all to hell, it was us. And I didn’t want anything else.

With her tight grip on my hips, she lifted me off the bathroom counter. I kept my legs around her waist as she carried me out of the bathroom. Halfway to the bed, my towel slipped away and fell to the floor. My naked body pressed against her suited one. My softness molding around her roughness.

Her hands went to my ass, and she squeezed the firm globes. When my breath hitched, she chuckled in my neck. Her lips grazed tenderly over the throbbing veins.

Lisa set me down beside the bed. She reached for the dress lying on the chair and handed it to me. She settled on the edge of the bed and watched me. I did quick work of dressing myself, and she handed me the comb. All of it was done in silence.

I dressed. She stared. I breathed. She breathed. Thousands of words were left unsaid, but we understood the silence. It was comforting.

When I was done, she gripped my wrist and pulled me onto her lap. The sun was up across the horizon; our time was now limited. She had to leave before anyone would catch me outside my bedroom. It was a dangerous game of cat and mouse we played.

Lisa sniffed my hair and then buried her nose in my neck, filling her lungs with more of my scent. “You are such a caveman,” I said.

Even though I couldn’t hear my voice, I felt the vibration in my throat and jaw. I was finally getting a hang of how loud or soft I spoke.