Jimin couldn't help but be captivated by the sight, his gaze lingering on her sensual legs, still bearing faint purple imprints on the inner thighs.
The marks he had left just a week ago. He gulped, recalling the sensation of worshiping her satiny s...
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—Chapter Two— Baby girl moan my name.
The heat between them intensified. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, while he deepened the kiss, savoring every moment.
But suddenly, just as the energy reached its peak, Y/N's body went limp. He pulled back, startled, and realized she had passed out in his arms.
"What the—Y/N!" he exclaimed, panic setting in. He quickly looked around, trying to gauge the situation. The club was still pumping with music and lights, but all he could focus on was her.
He gently shook her, calling her name. "Y/N! Wake up!" His heart raced as he scanned the crowd for help. Without thinking, he scooped her up into his arms.
Just then, he spotted her assistant making her way through the throng. "Hey! You! Assistant girl!" he called out, urgency in his voice.
Ella rushed over, her eyes wide with worry. "What happened to Y/N ma'am?"
"She just passed out! I need her address," he said, trying to keep his cool.
Ella nodded, concern all over her face. "I-I know her address, but they won't let you in without me, so I'll come with you." She looked up at him seriously.
"Okay, let's go!" he replied, hurrying as he carried Y/N out of the crowd.
"Is Y/N ma'am gonna be okay?" Ella asked, glancing at the passed-out girl.
"She just got pretty drunk," he replied, looking down at her still form. "But we need to get her out of here."
He started moving toward the exit, careful not to attract too much attention. With Y/N's assistant by his side, he felt a bit more reassured as they navigated through the crowd.
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"Mr. Park, you can leave," Ella said, concern etched on her face as she reached for the heavily intoxicated Y/N in his arms.
"You can leave," he shot back, his tone firm.
"But Mr. Park, Miss Y/N needs me—" Ella protested.
"I said you can leave!" he insisted. She gulped, barely nodding in agreement before quickly exiting the apartment.
She knew Mr. Park was a wealthy man, and she didn't want to push her luck. It could lead to trouble and jeopardize her job. Plus, the manager had assured her that Mr. Park would never harm Y/N. In the end, it was Y/N who had danced with Mr. Park.
"Miss... oh, wait—Mr. Park. Yeah, you're Mr. Park," Y/N giggled, her words slightly slurred.
"That sounds like some kind of sex slave name. I mean, you're the master, and I'm your willing sex slave, ready to be whipped if it's you doing the spanking!" She burst into exaggerated laughter.
