pt.sixteen/
She backed away slowly because the look in his eyes wasn't same. It was the look of a man who'd seen things, terrible things. He grabbed unto her wrist, swiftly pushing her against the room wall. With a loud bang her head hit the wall.
She suppressed her 'ow' knowing he wouldn't apologize.
"I— I just found it laying here, I wasn't going to steal it."
Parks hand was shaking and he had to do all to keep himself calm. He yanked the watch off her wrist and shoved the old thing into his pocket.
"Park... I didn't mean-"
"I should've never stuck my hand inside of you. What the fuck was I thinking? Cause of a lapse of judgment, and hard dick, I've done nothing but dealt with your persistence. Don't you have any pride, Nüwa? Do you like me that much?"
Sakura shook her head, "I made a mistake too. You're not correct. I've been after you trying to mend our work relationship. Do you really think your hand job was that good?"
"Don't you dare defend yourself," Park scoffed. "Cause I know, I know if I do this...", his hand touched her bare thigh which was exposed in her yellow corduroy button down skirt. Roughly he inched his hand higher. With quick reflexes she was grabbing his wrist in a feeble attempt to stop him but eventually he found her wet spot and pressed down. "You're just as wet for me as ever aren't you?"
He moved up and down with his lips to her neck. With just that he was feeling the erratically speeding pace of her heart.
"You love this don't you?" He licked her neck leaving wet marks all over her collar bone. "I can taste it on you. It's disgusting."
Sakura whined, trying to get away but a droplet of her excitement slowly dropped down the inners of her leg.
"Look at that," Park tsked watching as she fought her sexual frustrations, "I've barely touched you yet it gave you enough motive to touch my stuff? To disobey me? To frustrate me?"
"Get...off." Sakura whispered fighting tears because although she was embarrassed and unbelievably angry, she couldn't stop herself from opening her legs for him.
"You'll never be enough for me. You weren't made for me." Park pinched her tender spot teasingly before leaving a possessive mark on her neck yet again. Just as she leaned in to kiss him he shoved himself off of her.
"Although Seth wasn't good enough for you, you aimed for the wrong person. A little too high. It's pitiful."
She opened her mouth to say something but she was pressed against the wall by her open design as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.
"You build homes yet couldn't keep yours together..." he scoffed, downing the drink.
She bit on her lip dangerously hard, slowly bringing her legs back together. She watched him smirk.
"I'll show myself out." she whispered with her eyes glued to the floor.
Park downed another glass before pointing at the door mockingly, "You do that. I don't want you. Maybe that kid Nate can do you right...or Niko from your department. Find someone that'll actually care for you."
Sakura stood right where she was, frozen infront of the room door. She stared at the door. Park wondered whether or not she was about to cry, he looked at her, waiting. She looked down and fought her tears before looking to her right where all the coats and shoes were. She clenched onto her fur coat harshly. Surely hairs from the coat had ripped off. She didn't care though.
