Clandestine Threads {THV X JK}

𝑪𝑯: 12

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Five drops of blood. Perfect. I cover my cut with rolled gauze, applying little pressure making sure it doesn't bleed further.

Red lights above the mirror make my reflection seem more creepy, more hollow, more...dead.

I look at the mess underneath my facade. The way I tamed my demons. A harsh chuckle escaped my mouth.

"Granny, let's go to him, please! I bought my favourite crayons and juishh. "

"Granny! Please wake up! "

I turned to the hot shower; I felt as if I was bathing in the fire. The hot steam filled the bathroom and fogged up the mirror. Yes. That's the pain. The pain of burning. It feels so good. I twisted the tap towards the red sign, making it more hot. After a good few minutes of burning myself, I stepped out, my skin red and hot. Of course, I had to stop before any more redness spread and left scars. I dried my hair and vaulted myself on the bed.
France has always been my home. I love it here, tho my work is mostly in States. I have four long meetings here. Lucky me.

"I want a girl so bad..." I pulled the hair on my neck slightly and pondered upon calling Annette. She was a complete whore for me. Despite having a boyfriend. I smirked.  Pathetic people.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and searched for her through the call log. "Hey..." Her voice sounded as soft as her moans.

"Annette, wanna meet at my house mmh?"

"Are you horny Mr.Kim?"

I shook my head in disbelief and  spoke in the charming voice of mine...

" I miss your moans, Annette, don't tell me you don't miss my cock; I know you do; after all, John doesn't even fill your tight cunt fully."

"I'm coming..."
"That's my good girl, Annette, come soon before I change my mind"

As I assumed, she came within 5 minutes, her dress was  crumpled and her lips were swollen. Why does she look freshly fucked? I smiled as I adjusted my towel.
"Did I call you when you were getting banged? "  I raised my brow.

She shook her hair and came near me; her slender fingers caressed my abs, thank god the redness was gone. Annette is the epitome of beauty; she can pull anyone she wants but doesn't care when he begs for my cock? I'm born to satisfy people.

I throw her on the bed and lift her short dress to her stomach, looking at her pink pussy. "Seems Someone just had an orgasm mmh? " I dip two fingers in her cunt and she screams at sudden abuse. "Was it deeper than this mmh?" I pull in and out roughly, my thumb pressing her clit while moving in circles.

"No...AHH!" She tore a scream when I entered my other two fingers in her cunt. "Dear, lemme show you what actual orgasm is..." I pulled out my finger and threw my towel away. I took the condom packets and tore them, covering my cock before entering her without warning. She screamed and arched her back. After giving them 5 seconds to adjust, I trusted deep into her, ramming her like a beast I had become. My hands gripped her slim waist tightly as I pounded in her with inhuman speed. Her petite body bounced as if it had no weight, and she moaned in pleasure.

"Taeh..slow.. I'll...please.." I fucked her till she nearly passed out. I pulled out after satisfying myself, and he was on cloud nine already.

"Did he fucked you like this Annette, or do I have another competition"

She shakes her head in dismal. Annette is the daughter of Mr. Lawson, a high advocate. She bought. New penthouse nearby, but it's thirty minutes away from my villa. She was here in 15 minutes.

"Annette, where in which hotel were you? "

She was barely awake but I just started. Her body was as naked as she was born, on my crumped sheet as I eyed her bodice while I was standing near the balcony, wearing my robe. "At...Le Meurice.."

"Can you tell me room number mmh?" She was about to faint but I needed to know this...

"D-71"  Rage filled my mind as I recalled the booking room for him in the car cause the whore cannot be allowed in my house. Annette found him? Or he found her? I need to meet him.

Jeon fucking Jeongguk.