Ki-Hun lay on the bed, his heart pounding as he struggled against the handcuffs that held him captive. He was completely at the mercy of the woman who now straddled him, her weight pinning him down with an ease that both infuriated and aroused him.
In-Ho leaned in, her lips meeting his in a forceful kiss that he tried to turn away from. But she held him in place, her hands gripping his face as she deepened the kiss. He could feel her tongue exploring his mouth, and he clenched his teeth, determined not to give in.
But then she bit down on his bottom lip, hard. He tasted blood, and she pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes were full of hatred as she glared down at him.
"You little shit," she spat, her voice dripping with venom.
Ki-Hun spat back, but his aim was off, and the spittle landed on his own chest. In-Ho laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the room.
"You're mine now," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
Ki-Hun struggled harder, but it was no use. In-Ho had him under her control. He could feel her hips grinding against him, and he tried to ignore the sensation. But it was impossible. He could feel himself getting hard, despite his best efforts.
In-Ho noticed, and her grin grew wider. "See, I told you you were mine," she said, her voice filled with triumph.
Ki-Hun turned his head away, refusing to look at her. In-Ho laughed again, her laughter ringing in his ears.
"You can't resist me, can you?" she taunted, her voice low and seductive. "You want me just as much as I want you."
Ki-Hun remained silent, his jaw clenched as he tried to ignore the heat that was building between them.
"Admit it," In-Ho demanded, her voice growing more insistent. "Say it. Say you're mine."
Ki-Hun shook his head, his eyes fixed on a point on the wall behind her.
In-Ho leaned in again, her lips brushing against his ear. "Say it," she whispered, her voice filled with desire.
Ki-Hun felt himself weakening. He could feel her heat, her scent, her breath. He tried to resist, but it was no use. He was powerless against her.
"I'm yours," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
In-Ho smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good boy," she said, her voice filled with approval.
And with that, she ground her hips against him once more, her movements slow and deliberate. Ki-Hun couldn't help but moan, and In-Ho smiled wider.
"That's it, baby. Let go," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction.
And Ki-Hun did. He let go of his resistance, his anger, his fear. He let go of everything except for the woman who now held him captive, both physically and emotionally.
In-Ho leaned down, her lips meeting his once more as she claimed her prize. And Ki-Hun knew that he was truly hers, body and soul.
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