The Devil's Pact | BBANGSAZ

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Minji stopped by her club for a few minutes to greet the new guest DJ, some kid that all the clubbers seemed to know. She saw Sullyoon sitting in her usual VIP booth. It had been a while since Minji had seen her, but she nodded in her direction. Sullyoon pouted and turned her head away from Minji. Probably for the best, under the circumstances with her new project—a project Minji was more eager than she'd like to admit to get back to.

She drove her Aston Martin to her downtown loft, in anticipation of what the night would bring. Nothing turned her on more than having complete control.

"Have a good evening, Ms. Kim," the old doorman, Zo Insung, said as he held open the glass doors.

"You too, Zo," Minji replied as she entered the building. She pressed her personal code into the elevator keypad, and it stopped on the top floor. When she opened the door, she scanned the main room but didn't see Hanni. Had she backed out of their deal? Fuck.

Minji sighed and placed her keys on the counter. Her loft stayed amazingly clean. She had a housekeeper who came twice a week, but Minji was really paying her for nothing. She never used this condo. Minji preferred to stay here since it was her getaway, but she usually never had time to actually 'get away.'

Minji tried to ignore the disappointment she felt, rationalizing that Hanni was a nobody and she shouldn't be concerned with it. She removed her suit jacket and started unbuttoning her dark brown dress shirt, folding the cuffs to her elbows as she pattered around. She walked to the back room, and as soon as she walked through her bedroom door, she felt something hard hit the side of her head.

"Motherfucker!" It wasn't strong enough to knock her over, but it hurt like hell. She figured someone was trying to rob her. This bastard was in for more than they expected.

Minji turned and grabbed the culprit, slamming them down on the floor.

"Oww!" the attacker exclaimed in a girlish voice. Minji got to her feet, picked up the small figure, and turned on the light.

"Damn it, Hanni! What the hell were you doing?" Minji asked, gripping her hands and pinning her against the wall. She couldn't believe Hanni had the audacity to attack her.

Hanni just stared at Minji, her neck hurting from looking up. She had planned to knock Minji out, but after that, she wasn't quite sure what to do. She had sat there for hours, determined not to let this woman get the best of her. She was a good person, and she wasn't going to let Minji take that from her.

Minji held onto her, staring down at Hanni's beautiful face. Both of them were breathing hard. She felt the throbbing in her head from the object Hanni hit her with, which pissed her off. But that anger coursing through her also made her want to fuck Hanni senseless.

She released one of Hanni's hands and grabbed her throat. Minji lightly squeezed the soft flesh, wondering when she would start to see fear in Hanni's eyes. Hanni put up a good front, but Minji figured she was scared of her. Most people were.

A shiver went through Hanni's body and erupted at the apex of her legs. The harder Minji stared into her eyes, the wetter she got. What the hell was wrong with her? Hanni didn't know why it was affecting her that way. She was supposed to be crying and screaming, not getting turned on.

Hanni knew it was now or never. She brought her right hand up to Minji's throat, revealing a tiny sharp blade. She held the silver blade tightly to Minji's throat, ready to slit it open.

Minji instantly felt the cold metal against her neck. She also felt a slight burning, so she knew Hanni was too close to her skin already. All Hanni had to do was press harder, and Minji would be bleeding all over the carpet. But Minji also still had her hand wrapped around Hanni's throat and her knee pressed between her legs.