Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 5

Lisa

At my feet, Holly moved closer. She was poised, and each small movement was done elegantly. She was trained, all right. A fucking slave was what I saw kneeling at my feet. She was a pet, not a wife, not on equal grounds.

Not like Seulgi and Irene were. They were King and Queen. A perfect union. A beautiful marriage.

If I married under Jiyong's terms, I would never have that. My wife would just be a fucking puppet with taut strings, emotionless, a soul filled with void, a body to seduce me, and a womb to bear my heir.

Nothing but a vessel to use.

Jiyong looked mighty proud of himself. He knew, whatever game he and I had going on, he had won.

Or so he thought.

Lisa Kang never lost…and he sure as hell didn’t take commands from an old dog.

Holly’s hand went to the belt of my slacks and then my zipper. I looked down at the girl at my feet. Her blonde hair kept most of her face hidden from me. She was still silent, hadn’t lifted her head up yet. Fuck, she couldn’t even look into my eyes. Holly couldn’t be more than nineteen years old. She was beautiful, truly. Exquisite. She would make any bastard happy.

I knew she would serve me well; she was trained perfectly for it. But I didn’t want an obedient slave.

I wanted someone to fight me, push the lines, drive me fucking crazy because they would do the exact opposite of what was expected. I was a caged animal, and I wanted my lioness to try and tame me.

Holly wasn’t that girl.

Your myshka is, the devil whispered in my ears again. She always made inappropriate appearances at the wrong fucking time. I glowered at the empty space over the girl’s head. She is mellow now, but you can see the fire in her. You know she is your rightful Queen.

Holly’s palm went over my crotch. I stilled before my hand struck out and my fingers latched around her wrist, stopping her movement. My grip was tight, and I saw her tiny flinch. Her throat moved as she swallowed nervously. There was a small tick in her cheeks, and I knew she was probably grinding her teeth. Her jaw was locked tight. She was afraid. I could feel the fear coming off her.

“Look at me.” My tone was icy. Her tiny, curvy body trembled.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Jiyong sitting back into his chair with a smirk on his face. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for the show. What a piece of shit.

Bogum made a tiny sound at the back of his throat. He knew what I was about to do. He always could tell my next step.

When Holly didn’t look up, instead keeping her eyes on the floor, my temper got the best of me. “Look. At. Me,” I hissed each word. My body thrummed with fury. I tried to calm myself for Holly’s sake.

She lifted her head up slightly and stared at me with empty green eyes. Her lashes were coated with mascara. There was some heavy eyeliner that made the green orbs pop out more. Her plump lips were painted a cherry red. Her face was flawless. She was, in another word—perfection. Just like Jiyong had said.

Yet she had absolutely no effect on my dick.

My thoughts traveled back to Jennie.

Mine.

A surge of possessiveness thrummed through my veins at the thought of her. My protective instincts were all riled up. Jennie was mine. Holly wasn’t.

Holly still had her eyes on me. She hadn’t looked away yet, only because I hadn’t commanded her to. In the depths of her soul, she must had been wailing, begging to be free.