His thrusts are relentless, filling all of me, stretching me deliciously as the bed slams against the wall. With all of Ji-hoon’s hate for me, he was never able to manifest this fury.
He leans forward, shifting his weight, burying himself inside of me. He’s grinding against me, making me sensitive.
Unable to hold back any longer, I scream my release as the world shatters around me.
“Fuck!”he cries out, his arms circling me as he thrusts as deeply as he can.
My center milks his manhood as he fills me with sticky heat. Owning me. Making me his.
I said I wouldn’t allow this.
Which only makes it more satisfying.
His body stills. I wish I knew what he was thinking. I wish I could talk to him, spilling every hidden thought and fantasy I’ve ever had.
And I will. I’ll dedicate all my time to learning English, so I can fill his mind with my chatter.
And mine will fill with his.
ChapterFifteen
SAFE FOR BOYS; SAFE FOR YOU
TRENT
Ifix the boys breakfast while Suki is still asleep, then I pull a stack of index cards out of the desk and open the English to Korean dictionary.
After what happened yesterday, I realized how selfish I’ve been. By trying to keep Suki all to myself for so long, avoiding handing her over, I’ve endangered her and her boys.
I’ll never forgive myself for that.
Then, I went all in on bad decisions and fucking came in her, which is not what I’d intended to happen. But how could I stop myself when she looked at me so desperately? Like she fucking needed me.
She even told me she needed me. She’s wrong.
I’ve never been good for anyone. Just ask my mom, who had to give up every hope and dream she had to raise me.
And regretted every moment of it.
The time for fucking around is now officially over. I radioed Cole to arrange a pickup, and by day’s end, Suki and the kids will be as safe as they can be, tucked away in the Keep.
Where they should have been days ago.
Having the Keep come to take them in is going to be a fucking ordeal, and I don’t want her to be scared, so I’m trying my best to warn her.
Looking around the haven, I can’t help but feel a sense of loss. That this could have been mine in another life, and knowing that it’s not meant for me fills me with unfamiliar despair.
I hear a low groan from the bedroom and I go to greet Suki with a cup of coffee, a kiss on the forehead, and a card that reads, “Good morning, beautiful,” in Korean. Underneath it, I put the English version of the word.
Her eyes twinkle, and she repeats, “Good morning.”
I nod. “Awesome.”
I allow her to finish her coffee, then bring her out to a table in the nook. Placed in front of the chairs, are the dictionaries.
After we sit, I hand her another card.
“Me, 27 years old. You?”