Grace Jung isn't the heroine of fairytales- she's the villain.
Everyone's always heard the story from the protagonist's point of view, but what about the antagonist?
After a scandal that landed her with a life-sentence, Grace must accept the offer...
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I found myself in my underwear within the next thirty seconds and Seonghwa with his tongue down my throat and hand in my panties. His hand was cool to the touch yet melted me effortlessly, I was dripping at the slightest movement. Sexually frustrated was what it was.
"You're always so busy," I whisper into his ear between breaths. His lips trail down my neck, giving me a chance to finally breathe. "Even on holidays."
Was it always going to be like this? Me seeing him only when we're going to bed? Seonghwa always said that his schedule was flexible but he was still away for more than five days out of the week. I wasn't that infatuated with him but if we were going to be married, I wanted some attention.
The friction of his swole fingers rubbing back and forth against my clit causes me to slightly arch my back. I clutch one hand onto the sheets beneath and the other against the back of his neck. His kisses travel lower down my décolletage, the warm wetness of his lips soon meeting the mounds of my breasts.
There was something about seeing him kiss me there that made me want to see him kiss me elsewhere. Just looking at his beautiful face turned me on without even trying.
"I have to support the family," he partially teases. He looks at me for a split moment, a distraction, before his fingers insert themselves. "I can't have you doing all the work with the income you get from posting selfies all day."
It was so like him to talk shit right as he finger fucks me.
"I think we're getting a little too comfortable with one another," I chuckle, feeling challenged by his words more than anything.
I guess it was better than feeling nervous, though it still occurs every now and then. But I was a special type of bold when it came to sex.
Seonghwa kisses me slow, with burning passion and desire— all the built up tension over the course of the past month. He pulls away just to smile at me every now and then. His curved fingers, slicked, thrusted heavily. The back and forth pummeling against my core sent me into a heated frenzy, the way his fingers filled the tight space of my pussy. My breath was already starting to hitch as I neglected his kisses. Seonghwa kept his eyes on me, watching my facial expressions and fueling his own pleasure from it.
I get impatient and start unbuttoning his shirt until he takes initiative to remove it himself. My eyes were fed. He's such a fucking a meal, a whole five course meal that I wanted so badly to devour whole. Seonghwa was the epitome of beauty. I was whipped, I knew it now. His body was ripped like the fully-developed male he was, every night he worked out nearly two hours before bed. He'd walk in the room afterwards shirtless, seeping with sweat. There were many nights I prayed he'd walk right out of the bathroom and bend me over.
"Fuck me," I plead, tugging at his belt.
Without knowing I was on birth control, he was glad to.
