Pregnant for the straight CEO Chapter 38

Park Min’s POV

I was still frozen, hand wrapped around myself like a teenager who got caught, when Yu Jin stepped out from behind that paper-thin curtain.

Water dripped from his hair, down his chest, over the edge of the towel that sat way too low on his hips. His eyes went straight to my lap.

He didn’t say anything for three whole seconds. Just stared.

Then he smiled.

"Wow," he said, voice low. "Five years and you still jerk off thinking about . That’s almost cute."

My face went hot. I yanked my hand out so fast I nearly slapped myself. "I wasn’t..."

"Don’t." He took one step closer. "Don’t lie. It makes you look smaller than you already do."

He stopped right in front of . Close enough that I could sll the cheap motel soap on his skin. Close enough that the heat coming off him made my mouth dry. This was probably why I hated ogas in the first place, this

"You know what the funny part is?" He tilted his head. "I used to pray you’d touch yourself thinking about ."

I opened my mouth. Closed it.

He laughed under his breath and leaned down, hands on the mattress on either side of my thighs, caging in.

"Hands on the bed, Park Min. Palms flat."

I should’ve told him to fuck off.

I didn’t. No, I couldn’t.

I put my hands down. Flat. Like he said.

"Good boy," he whispered.

Then he climbed onto the bed. Slowly. One knee beside my hip. Then the other. Until he was straddling my lap without actually sitting down.

The towel shifted. Slid lower. I could see the line where his hip t his thigh. Could see everything if I looked down.

I didn’t look down.

He leaned in until his lips brushed my ear.

"You’re already hard again," he said. "I can feel it through your sweats. Pathetic."

I swallowed. "Yu Jin!"

"Shh." He pulled back just enough to look in the eye.

His hands ca up. Slowly unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt the one he’d thrown on after the shower and never finished. Just enough to show the collarbone. Just enough to make my hands itch.

"You rember this spot?" He touched two fingers to the base of his neck. "You left a mark here the night you got pregnant. Took three days to fade."

I rembered.

He smiled again. Sharper this ti.

"I still check sotis. In the mirror. Like a fucking idiot."

He shifted forward. Just an inch. The towel brushed my thighs. My hands clenched on the mattress.

"Don’t move," he said. "If you touch , I stop. Understand?"

I nodded once.

He leaned in again. This ti his mouth hovered over mine. Not kissing. Just breathing.

"You want to kiss so bad you’re shaking," he whispered. "Don’t you?"

Yes.

"Too bad."

He sat back on his heels. Still not touching anywhere except where his knees pinned my legs.

Then he did the worst thing he could’ve done.

He reached down and adjusted himself through the towel. Eyes locked on mine the whole ti.

I made a sound. Couldn’t help it.

He laughed softly.

"You’re leaking," he said.

I looked down. Fuck. He wasn’t wrong.

He leaned forward again. This ti his hand hovered over my chest. Not touching. Just close enough that I could feel the heat.

"I could make you cum without even touching you," he said. "Just like this. You’d let , wouldn’t you?"

I couldn’t answer.

He tilted his head. "Say it."

I closed my eyes. "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I’d let you."

He humd. Pleased.

Then he moved.

One roll of his hips. Barely anything. Just enough pressure through two layers of fabric to make see stars.

My head fell back. A groan ripped out of before I could stop it.

He stopped imdiately.

"Eyes on ."

I forced them open.

He was watching like he wanted to eat alive.

"You’re not allowed to cum," he said. "Not tonight. Not until I say."

I laughed. Couldn’t help it. It ca out wrecked.

"You’re evil."

"I know."

He leaned in again. This ti his lips brushed the corner of my mouth. Not a kiss. Just a tease.

"You threw away," he whispered. "Rember that every ti you get hard thinking about . Rember you’re a fucking rapist."

Then he stood up.

Just like that.

Towel still in place. Shirt half-open. Hair dripping.

He walked to the other side of the bed, grabbed one of the flat pillows, and threw it on the floor.

"You’re on the floor tonight," he said.

I stared at him.

He raised an eyebrow. "Problem?"

I opened my mouth.

Closed it.

Picked up the pillow.

He watched lie down on the hard carpet like a kicked dog.

Then he turned off the light.

In the dark, I heard the bed creak as he got in.

A minute later, his voice floated over.

"Park Min?"

"Yeah?"

"You’re still hard."

I groaned into the pillow.

He laughed quietly.

"Goodnight."

I didn’t sleep.

Neither did he.

****

The power ca back at 4:17 a.m.

The ancient air-conditioner rattled to life and the single bulb overhead flickered on.

Yu Jin was already awake.

He was sitting up in bed, back against the headboard, sheet pooled around his waist, watching like he’d been counting every breath I took on the floor.

I sat up slowly, neck stiff, dick still half-hard from the torture he’d put through hours ago.

He didn’t say good morning.

He just crooked one finger.

I was on my feet before my brain caught up.

He pushed the sheet off and spread his legs. No underwear. Nothing.

"Lock the door," he said.

I did.

"Clothes off."

I stripped.

He watched the whole ti, eyes dark, lips parted like he was already tasting .

When I was naked he reached out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled onto the bed hard enough that the fra slamd the wall.

His mouth crashed into mine,there was no teasing this ti. Teeth and tongue and five years of hate and want all at once.

I groaned into him. He swallowed the sound and bit my bottom lip hard.

Then he shoved onto my back and climbed on top.

First position: he straddles , knees high, hands planted on my chest.

He didn’t wait. Just lined up and sank down in one slow, burning slide.

No condom. Nothing. Just wet heat and the way his breath hitched when I bottod out.

"Fuck," I hissed.

He rolled his hips once, testing. "You feel that?" His voice was rough, wrecked already. "That’s what you did to . Two night and I’ve been fucking addicted ever since."

He started moving. He was bouncing on my dick.

Every ti he took to the root he ground down and clenched, eyes locked on mine.

"Harder," he ordered. "Grab my hips and fuck like you an it."

I did. Fingers digging bruises into his skin, slamming him down to et every thrust.

He laughed, breathless, head thrown back. "Yeah, just like that. You turned into this, Park Min. Your fault I can’t cum without feeling you this deep."

Second position: he pushes up on his knees, turns around, still impaled on , and drops forward onto all fours.

Reverse. Ass up, back arched, showing exactly where we’re joined.

He looks over his shoulder. "Don’t you dare slow down."

I couldn’t if I wanted to. I gripped his waist and pounded into him so hard the headboard left dents in the wall.

Every slap of skin echoed. He pushed back greedily, taking it deeper, moaning my na like a curse.

"More," he gasped. "Raw. I want to feel you tomorrow when I sit in that fucking eting."

I leaned over him, chest to his back, one hand sliding around to stroke him in ti with my thrusts.

He shuddered, clenched around so tight I saw stars.

Third position: I pulled out just long enough to flip him onto his back again.

His legs went over my shoulders instantly, folding him almost in half.

I slid back in and he scread into the pillow, then yanked it away.

"No," he panted. "I want to hear myself. I want you to hear what you do to ."

I fucked him deep, relentless, watching his eyes roll back every ti I hit that spot.

His hands clawed at my arms. "You made a slut for this dick," he said, voice breaking. "Five years and nobody else ever filled like you. Deeper fuck give everything."

I gave him everything.

He ca first untouched except for my cock inside him shooting across his stomach with a broken cry, walls clamping down so hard I followed right after, spilling deep, hips jerking through it.

I stayed inside him, breathing hard against his neck.

He wrapped his legs around my waist, locked his ankles, held there.

"Don’t pull out yet," he whispered. "I like feeling you drip out of later. Reminder of who I belong to, even when I hate you."

I kissed the mark I’d left on his neck five years ago, the one he said he still checks for.

He laughed softly, still catching his breath. "You’re never curing of this, Park Min. You broke for anyone else."

I kissed him slowly this ti, tasting salt on him.

"Good," I said against his mouth. "Because I’m never letting you go again."

He bit my lip, rolled his hips just to feel twitch inside him.

"Prove it," he said.

So I did.

Round two started before the sun even ca up.