The Tyrant's Secret fetish Chapter 101

Ye Jun

My chest was still heaving like I had run a marathon and lost, cum cooling on my stomach in this gross sticky way that made my skin crawl, and Si Woo just sat there breathing hard with those red eyes slowly dimming back to normal. He did not jump right back into ripping my clothes off or anything. Instead his hands, the sa ones that had been gripping like I was about to disappear, started working the ties loose around my wrists. Slowly , almost careful, like he was undoing a knot he regretted making in the first place. The belt and scarf scraps fell away and my arms dropped like dead weight, shoulders aching from being stretched up there so long.

I tried to shove him off imdiately, palms slapping against his chest. "Get off , you big idiot. I do not need your fake aftercare right now." My voice ca out all raspy and cracked, not as sharp as I wanted it to sound. He did not budge. Just shifted his weight so he was half lying on , one arm slung heavy across my waist, pulling closer like we were so couple cuddling after a movie instead of whatever ssed up thing this was. His skin felt too hot against mine and his scent, that thick alpha sll mixed with sweat and leftover anger, wrapped around tighter than the ties had.

"Shut up and stay still for once," he muttered, voice low and rough but missing the full bite from earlier. His chin rested on my shoulder, breath tickling my neck where fresh marks were already blooming. "You ran your mouth about that rich prick and now you want to act like I am the bad guy? Typical Ye Jun bullshit."

I squird again, trying to knee him or at least create so space, but he just hooked a leg over mine and held there. "This is not cuddling, Si Woo. This is you being a clingy asshole who cannot decide if he wants to fuck or fight . Pick one and stick to it before I puke from the whiplash." I laughed, or tried to, but it ca out shaky and wet, like my throat was closing up on its own. My eyes started burning and I blinked hard because no way was I crying over this jerk. Not after everything. Sarcasm was my thing. I owned the sharp cobacks. Tears were for people who actually gave a damn.

He noticed anyway. Of course he did. His head lifted and those eyes, now more brown than glowing red, stared down at . "The hell? Are you... crying?" He sounded so confused, like I had grown a second head. One big hand ca up and his thumb brushed under my eye, catching the first tear that slipped out before I could stop it. "Why the fuck are you crying? I am the one who should be pissed off here. You spent the last twenty minutes telling how so soft-handed alpha treated you like glass while I am over here losing my mind. And now you are leaking like a damn faucet?"

I turned my face away fast, biting the inside of my cheek until it hurt. "I am not crying, dumbass. It is just... sweat or sothing. From all your heavy breathing on ." But more tears ca anyway, quiet ones that rolled down my temples and into the pillow. My shoulders started shaking even though I tried to lock them down. This was stupid. I never broke like this. I poked and prodded and laughed in his face until he exploded, then I dusted myself off and kept going. But right now, with him half on top of acting almost soft while still being his usual prick self, sothing inside just cracked wide open. "You always do this. You always make feel like shit after and then act like it is my fault for pushing your buttons."

Si Woo let out a long breath that sounded more like a growl. He did not pull away though. If anything he pressed closer, nose brushing my hair like he was trying to calm himself down with my scent. "Because you do push them, Ye Jun. Every single ti. You co ho slling like him and then you describe every little gentle touch like it is so fairy tale. Makes want to burn the whole fucking house down with him in it. I cannot stand the thought of his hands on you. Not his voice in your ear. Nothing. You are mine. Been mine since before that rich kid even knew he liked you. The idea of him... it makes everything go red. I would rip his throat out if he tried to take you."

His words tumbled out fast, overlapping like he could not stop them once they started. He sounded pissed and lost at the sa ti, grip tightening on my side like he thought I might vanish if he let go. I could feel his heart hamring against my ribs, matching the ssy beat of mine. For a second it hit hard, this weird flutter in my chest. Seeing him like this, all raw and admitting the jealousy without his usual swagger, made sothing stupid and warm try to bloom.

Like maybe under all the rage and possessiveness there was an alpha who actually felt sothing real. I wanted to lean into it. Wanted to believe he was saying it because he cared about , not just because I was the toy he refused to share. My hand moved without thinking, fingers brushing his arm, and for one dumb mont I thought maybe this could be different.

Then reality kicked in the teeth.

I shoved at him again, harder this ti, voice cracking with a laugh that tasted bitter. "Oh please. Spare the dramatic alpha speech. You only want because I am yours. Property. Your personal punching bag slash stress relief. If so other oga caught your eye tomorrow you would drop like yesterday’s trash and find a new one to mark up. Do not sit here pretending this is love or whatever. You do not care about . You care about not losing your favorite toy to Ohm."

He stiffened, jaw clenching so hard I heard his teeth grind. "That is not true and you know it. I have been dealing with your ass ever since our parents got married and ever since you walked into our company. If it was just about owning a hole I would have found easier ones by now. But no, I keep coming back to you even when you make want to strangle you and kiss you at the sa ti. Fuck, Ye Jun, why do you always twist everything I say?"