Random Ships No.2

¹⁶⁰🥵Amelia x Minho (Lee know.)⁰⁶¹

As Amelia walked through the front door of her cozy home, she could sense that something was off. Her husband, Minho, was usually there to greet her with a warm embrace and a kiss, but today he was nowhere to be found. She called out his name, but there was no response. Suddenly, she heard a loud crash coming from the living room.

With a growing sense of dread, Amelia rushed to the source of the sound. As she turned the corner, she was met with a terrifying sight. Minho, her normally calm and collected husband, was raging with anger. He had overturned the coffee table and was throwing anything he could get his hands on.

"Amelia, where have you been?" he yelled, his voice laced with fury.

Confused and scared, Amelia stuttered out an explanation of how she had just finished her evening shift at the hospital and was on her way home. But her words seemed to only fuel Minho's anger.

"You were supposed to be home hours ago!" he roared, advancing towards her.

Amelia could see the anger and hurt in his eyes, but she couldn't understand why he was acting this way. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, Minho grabbed her by the arm and pushed her onto the couch. His hand tightened around her wrists, making her wince in pain.

"What did I tell you about coming home late?" Minho growled, his face inches away from hers.

Tears welled up in Amelia's eyes as she realized that this wasn't her husband. This was someone else, consumed by his own rage and anger. And yet, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of excitement mixed in with her fear.

Before she could gather her thoughts, Minho's lips were on hers, kissing her roughly. She could taste the anger and frustration in his kiss, but she couldn't deny that it also ignited a spark within her. Her hands instinctively traveled to his chest, pulling him closer to her.

As their kiss grew more intense, Minho's grip on her wrists loosened and his hands roamed all over her body. Amelia moaned in pleasure, feeling a rush of adrenaline and desire coursing through her veins. Despite the fear and confusion, she couldn't deny the excitement of this dangerous encounter with her husband.

Minho pushed her back onto the couch, his body hovering over hers. He tore off her clothes, leaving her naked and exposed before him. Despite her protests, he continued his assault on her body, leaving bruises and marks in his wake. But Amelia couldn't bring herself to stop him. The roughness and the passion was like nothing she had experienced before.

As the night went on, Minho's anger slowly dissipated, replaced by a different kind of intensity. They made love with a ferocity that Amelia had never known, their bodies moving together in perfect synchronization.
As the sun rose and the sky turned pink, Amelia lay in Minho's arms, her body sore but satisfied. She looked at her husband, who was now back to his calm and collected self.

"I'm sorry, Amelia. I don't know what came over me," Minho said, his tone filled with regret.

Burying her face in his chest, Amelia couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth. She couldn't admit that she had enjoyed every moment of his anger and passion. She knew that it was wrong, but she couldn't deny the excitement that had coursed through her body.

From that day on, Minho and Amelia never spoke of that night again. But every time Minho's anger flared up, Amelia couldn't help but feel a tinge of anticipation, wondering if their love-making would be just as intense and passionate as it was that one unforgettable night.

[Bye now.]