The Devil's Pact | BBANGSAZ

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Hanni stood there, stunned.

She looked at Minji in utter disbelief as Minji looked down. She had reciprocated all of Minji's touches the evening they made love on the balcony. Before that, okay, she had restricted herself from touching Minji so as not to cross any invisible line between them, but they had an agreement, a set of rules spelled out by Minji herself. But that evening, she had kissed Minji back, felt those pillowy lips between her own, and dueled her tongue with Minji's. So what was Minji even insinuating?

Then it dawned on her—maybe Minji was referring to the fact that she hadn't felt Hanni's touch on her body, which first confused her, because she never, in her wildest dreams, thought that the big bad Kim Minji craved that kind of intimacy. As far as Hanni knew, for Minji, all their sexual unions were about getting release. So when did that change? When did Minji even hint that she needed more?

And that further angered Hanni, because she had a plan. The night Minji didn't show up for dinner was the night she had planned to show Minji exactly how she felt about them, as a couple. But Minji didn't turn up, and now she had the audacity to stand here and question Hanni's feelings.

Minji wanted intimacy? Well, after tonight, she would not just want it—she would burn for it. Hanni would make sure of it. She would burn Kim Minji down the way Minji had burned her. Ruined her for anyone else.

Minji turned and faced the wall, feeling stupid for even admitting she craved Hanni's touch. She had never done it before—never craved touches or cuddles or sweet nothings whispered in post-coital bliss with any of her partners. But with Hanni, she was a different person altogeth—

She didn't get to finish her thought as she felt Hanni's fingers curl around her wrist and pull her back for a hard kiss.

Their lips smacked together, with teeth slightly grating. Minji moaned as Hanni desperately pried her mouth open with her tongue, then moaned again as Hanni pushed her against the nearest wall. Minji felt her toes curl as Hanni's tongue danced against her own in a wet heat. She gently cupped Hanni's face and forcefully pulled it back.

"Wha—what are you doing?"

Hanni looked up, and Minji sucked in a sharp breath. She had never seen Hanni's eyes turn this deep brown; they were as dark as a starry night. Almost primal.

Hanni didn't say anything; she simply pulled Minji in again for a hard, dizzying kiss.

"Tell me—tell me you won't regret this," Minji moaned as she felt Hanni kissing down her neck. Hanni's lips grazed her jaw, then her earlobe, and then down over her throat. Pale fingers brushed her black hair out of the way as Hanni switched sides and kissed back up to Minji's other ear.

Minji couldn't breathe. She had dreamt about this—feeling Hanni's lips, her touch on her body. But even in her dreams, it didn't feel this good—like the ground was shifting beneath her feet.

Hanni rammed her hands through Minji's hair. She loved that Minji had let it grow out; it gave her something to grab onto as she pulled Minji's head back to continue her assault on Minji's neck. She could already feel Minji's erection against her thighs, and that made her wet with desire.

Their hands groped exposed flesh. Minji's skin was the smoothest thing Hanni had ever felt—like glossy, golden satin. She had to taste it.

Hanni pulled Minji back and slammed her against the wall near the bed harder as she quickly worked through undressing Minji. A suit jacket was thrown behind them, buttons flew as a shirt was torn apart, and Minji's pants were quickly pooling at her legs, which she kicked away.

Hanni took a step back and admired her handiwork. She had seen Minji naked multiple times, but she had never taken the time to admire the goddess that was Kim Minji, to revel in the beauty before her. A long expanse of pale skin lay before her, making her lick her lips. Just the sight of Minji's heaving chest was a sight to behold. And then Hanni's eyes settled on the noticeable bulge in Minji's low-cut black boxers. A growl escaped Hanni's mouth as she launched herself onto Minji again. Her mouth traveled across Minji's throat, down to the valley between her breasts, and over her stomach. She traced a silent poem around her navel, spelling her admiration in luxurious licks. Hanni's fingers found Minji's nipples and pulled. She stood up, and her hands cupped the fleshy globes in front of her. Both sets of eyes rolled back in ecstasy.