The Tyrant's Secret fetish Chapter 99

Ye Jun

Si Woo’s eyes were already that freaky glowing red when I was still sitting on his chest, my knees digging into him like I could actually keep the big idiot pinned down forever. I knew I was playing with fire, but after the shower and the way he’d tried to scrub Ohm off like I was so dirty plate, sothing in just snapped and decided fuck it, let’s burn the whole house down with words. "You wanna hear more? I’ll tell you every little thing that soft rich alpha did to last night," I said, leaning down closer so my wet hair kept dripping right onto his face, watching his jaw tick like it was about to break.

He yanked at the ties again, the scarf and belt creaking, and growled low, "Shut your mouth, Ye Jun. You’re full of shit and we both know it."

"Oh am I?" I laughed right in his face, short and an because yeah, most of it was bullshit but saying it out loud felt way too good after all the tis he’d treated like his personal stress ball. "He started slowly, you know? Not like you who just grabs and goes. Ohm had on the couch first, hands all gentle on my face, tilting my chin up like I was sothing breakable. He kissed soft, like really soft, little pecks at first that turned into this deep thing where he kept checking my eyes, asking with that stupid calm voice if it was okay. ’You good, Ye Jun? Tell if it’s too much.’ Can you even imagine that? An alpha actually pausing to ask?"

Si Woo’s breathing got heavier, chest rising and falling fast under , and those red eyes flared brighter. "You’re making this up to piss off. He didn’t... "

"But he did," I cut in, talking faster because his reaction was feeding sothing nasty and satisfied in my gut. "Then he moved to my neck, kissing right here," I tapped my own scent gland just to watch him flinch, "but not biting or sucking hard like so animal. Just light little sucks and licks that made my skin tingle without leaving bruises everywhere. His hands were big but they didn’t squeeze. They stroked down my sides, slow circles on my hips, thumbs rubbing under the waistband of my pants like he had all night and wasn’t in a rush to get his dick wet. He even laughed when I got squirmy, this low warm laugh and said ’You’re cute when you can’t stay still.’ Cute. . From him."

"Bullshit," Si Woo snapped, wrists pulling so hard the headboard creaked louder. One of the old ties started to rip at the edges. "You never liked soft shit. You always ca back for more when I gave it to you rough."

I smirked even though my heart was hamring because part of knew I was lying my ass off we hadn’t gone that far with Ohm, just heavy making out and touching that left feeling all warm and seen instead of used. But watching Si Woo unravel was addictive. "Keep telling yourself that, big guy. He took my shirt off next, real careful, folding it aside like it mattered, then kissed down my chest, tongue flicking over my nipples but not biting them raw. Just teasing until I was arching up and whining yeah, whining, not the loud begging you force out of . He whispered stuff too, right against my skin, ’Feels good? Want to keep going?’ Like my answer actually counted. His fingers dipped lower, tracing my stomach, then inside my pants but super slow, wrapping around and stroking so light it was almost ticklish at first, building up until I was shaking and he still didn’t speed up. Just kept that steady rhythm, thumb rubbing the head in these little circles while he kissed my mouth again, all patient and cute like we were in so romance movie."

Si Woo’s whole body tensed under , a deep rumble starting in his throat that sounded more animal than human. His eyes were practically neon red now, pupils blown so wide they looked feral. "Stop. Talking."

But I didn’t. I couldn’t. The words kept pouring out in this chaotic rush because finally I had the upper hand and it felt like revenge for every ti he’d made feel small. "Then he had in his lap, hands on my ass but not squeezing the life out of it. Just holding, massaging slow while I rocked against him. He let set the pace, didn’t flip over and take what he wanted. Kept murmuring ’That’s it, just like that, you’re doing so good’ in my ear, all sweet and encouraging like I was his favorite person instead of a hole to fill. His scent was everywhere but it didn’t choke it wrapped around nice and warm. When I got close he sped up just enough, still gentle, telling to co for him, and when I did he held through it, stroking my back, kissing my forehead like so doting boyfriend. Not once did he get rough or demanding. Not like you."

That last part did it. Si Woo roared... actually roared and ripped the last bit of the tie clean off with one violent yank. The bandage on his hand from whatever stupid fight he’d been in before tore right along with it, blood starting to sar as he shot up and grabbed by the neck, fingers wrapping tight but not choking, just holding in place while he flipped our positions again. My back hit the mattress hard, air whooshing out of , and suddenly he was looming over, red eyes burning down into mine, face twisted with this mix of rage and sothing that looked way too much like hurt.

"You think that fancy prick owns you now?" he snarled, voice all gravel and alpha command, spit flying a little because he was breathing so hard. "You’re wrong. I own you, Ye Jun. Always have. Always will. Get that through your thick fucking skull right now. No rich asshole is taking what’s mine. I’m gonna do everything he did to you and more. Better. Rougher where it counts. You’ll forget his na by the ti I’m done."