Ye Jun
We were talking over each other now, voices rising even though we both kept them low because dad could walk in any second. "Because everything you say is twisted!" I snapped back, wiping my face with the back of my hand. "You tie me up, make me come while I am telling you to stop, then you cuddle like we are boyfriends. Pick a lane, Si Woo. Are we fighting or are we fucking or are you just scared some rich alpha is going to treat me better than you ever could?"
"Better?" He barked a short laugh that had zero humor in it. "That soft shit would bore you in a week and we both know it. You cum alive when I get rough. Your body does not lie even if your mouth does. But yeah, fine, the thought of him making you whine all sweet and patient makes me sick. Happy now? I said it. I hate it. I hate him. I would burn everything before I let him have you."
