Tae-Hyun heard this but then smirked, fingers lifting to adjust the collar he'd so easily disheveled moments ago.
"Cruel? No, Bunny. I'm generous. Look."
He smoothed the jacket across my shoulders, which made him almost seem gentlemanly. Almost. Except, his fingers brushed down my chest, over the line of my buttons, lingering too long where they shouldn't, and then his eyes fell on my nipples that were perked thanks to the earlier stimulation he provided.
I flinched, but he leaned closer, his lips brushing the top of my ear.
"You look good like this. But you'd look even better with no clothes on." He said. "As well as when you stopped pretending you don't like it."
My breath hitched, my heart slamming against my ribs as his words did a number on me.
I wanted to deny it. I wanted to shove him, scream that he was wrong. But the trembling in my legs, the heat surging beneath my skin, the way my chest felt hollow when he pulled even a fraction away… they all betrayed me.
