by Marian Tee
Instead, she heard him say gruffly, “Now you can cry.”
She looked up at him in shock.
Park gave her a stony look, as if wanting to prove to her that he was not going to freak out just because she wanted to drown him in tears.
Without thinking, Violet murmured, almost entreatingly, “Please, just touch me instead.’
With a hoarse sigh, Park swept her up in his arms as he ravaged her lips with a branding kiss. She kissed him back without hesitation, her tears mingling with her sighs. When he laid her on the bed, she immediately struggled to get his shirt off, her body already twisting restlessly under Park as raw desire coursed through her.
Park was always in a state of near-arousal whenever Violet was around, and tonight was no different, his dick already stiff and aching the moment their lips touched. He helped her get rid of his clothes, as quickly as he can, and once he was naked he immediately worked on her dress and tights, tempted to rip everything apart but doing his best to stay in control.
He managed to restrain himself with her clothes, but when Park saw her underwear–something pink and skimpy with cute frilly ribbons at the ends–he groaned her name out. “You’re fucking killing me with these,” he said harshly as he almost clumsily drew her bra down to bare her breasts.
“D-do you like it?”
Park answered by suckling one nipple, laving it with his tongue before nipping its tip.
She moaned.
He lifted his head. “What do you think?” Before she could answer, he took her other nipple into his mouth, loving the way it puckered against his tongue. He played with her other breast, its soft weight on his hand making his body tremble with even greater need.
“Park, please,” she begged, her hand hurriedly snaking between them in search for his dick. They both groaned at the same time when her fingers found its target, and Park groaned louder as she encircled his length, savoring the way it kept swelling in her hold.
“You’re so…” Violet squeezed him harder, and she could only whimper when his dick became even more engorged. She thought about how Park’s dick would fill her to the point of bursting, stretching the walls of her core, and she whimpered again. “Park, I can’t…”
She made a protesting sound when he released her nipple from his tantalizing kiss. Before she knew it, he had already moved swiftly down on her body, pushing her thighs apart. Her eyes widened. Even though they had already made love several times, she was still a bit shy about having him kiss her there. “Park, you don’t—” Violet couldn’t keep back her scream when Park parted her folds wide open so he could lick her entrance with agonizing slowness.
“Quiet,” he gritted, not wanting to chance the dorm manager knocking on his room and finding out about Violet. He bit her clit in punishment, and Violet nearly pushed him off the bed as her body arched in a full inverted V in reaction.
He chuckled even as his body clenched in need, Violet’s passionate reaction to his kiss only succeeding in driving him more insane with need.
Pulling her folds as far open as he could, Park dipped his head back again and thrust his tongue in. Violet’s body shot up again, combined with a soft, lovely moan that made his balls ache. But this time Park was prepared, and he didn’t let her provocative moves keep him from his mission. He continued tonguing her, loving the way she became wetter and wetter, and when she gasped his name, he increased the speed of his thrusts at the same time he started flicking her bud, lashing it with his fingers.
“Park.”
The way she said his name told Park she was incredibly near.
He lifted his head to shift his position, and this time when he bent down, he took her clit into his mouth while his fingers slid into her wet warmth as if it were home.
The combined action had an electric impact, and Violet’s nails dug into his shoulders as she came apart under his mouth, her entire body shuddering at the strength of her release. Before her body had stopped shaking, Park had already moved up, the muscles in his arms flexing as he braced himself on the bed, positioning his dick to enter her.
Her eyes were nearly dilated with desire as she looked up at his face, jaw clenched hard with need. Her body burned anew at the sight of Park’s beautiful face. “Fuck me—”
Violet had barely finished saying the words when Park had entered her in one hard possessive thrust. And then he was moving, fucking her wordlessly, relentlessly, thoroughly.
She could only hold on to him, a little dazed at how forceful his thrusts were, which made his bed rock against the wall like they were in the middle of an earthquake. Park made her so dizzy with desire she was barely coherent. “More…please…harder…” She could only say the words over and over, and she started to weep when Park did as asked, his hips grinding against her as he shoved his dick in and out of her furiously.
The urge to climax began to build inside him, and the way Violet’s insides flexed and tightened around his dick only pushing Park further to the brink. “Violet!” Park wanted to look straight in her eyes when she came the second time around.
Violet looked up at him, her heart hammering so loudly it was a miracle she had even heard him. “Park.” It was all she could manage to say.
Park reached for her clit and started rubbing it just as furiously.
Her eyes shot wide open, his touch taking her completely by surprise and she came almost immediately with a loud cry.
This time Park couldn’t stay silent either, the soft lovely look of ecstasy on Violet’s pretty face making him shout his release even as he tried pistoning into her more swiftly while pumping out his cum.
It was a scant time after midnight when they resurfaced, both of them falling asleep with Violet on top of him and his dick still resting inside her.
She woke up when he stirred, mostly because he was already semi-erect by the time he woke up. Even though both of them were still naked, with the covers bunched up at the foot of the bed, Violet didn’t feel cold at all. Instead she felt cozy and warm, the heat radiating from Park’s body somehow making her feel safe and at the same time more than a little aroused.
“Do you feel better now?”
Park’s question startled her. It made her uneasy, too, and for one moment Violet was tempted to pull away. But she forced herself to stay still in Park’s arms, willing herself to breathe normally even though the memories of her time with Andrew made her want to withdraw into herself. She had to stop letting Andrew ruin her life.
“Violet?”
She tried to make sense of her feelings but couldn’t. “It’s nothing.”
If he was smart, he should let it go at that. After all, he didn’t want complications. But in the end, Park heard himself saying forcefully, “Tell me.”
Violet moved restlessly. “There’s nothing to tell.”
“Violet.”
She laughed at his tone. It was as if he was reprimanding a child, one he was torn between hugging and throttling. Violet choked on an unexpected sob. “Oh, Park. Why couldn’t I have met you earlier?’
His heart lurched. He managed to say lightly, “Even if we had met earlier, I wouldn’t have liked an idiot like you.”
A sad smile crossed her lips at his words. “Oh, you would. If I had met you then, I’m pretty sure I could have made you like me.”
Only Violet could say something like that to his face. The words even sounded uncomfortably prophetic, making Park say a little brusquely, “I want to know the real score between you and that piece of shit.”
She didn’t mind how rough he sounded. Violet knew it was just Park’s way of concealing his concern for her. “I’ll tell you on one condition.”
Park’s eyebrow shot up.
Despite the heaviness in her heart, a giggle still managed to slip past Violet’s lips. She didn’t need to see Park to know he was feeling incredulous at how she made it seem like he was dying to hear her story.
“I want to sleep here with you,” she said solemnly. “That’s the price of
my story. I want you tonight to be my dearest BFF and wipe my tears, talk about love, and watch chick flicks with me.”
“Are you out of your mind?”
She raised herself up, propping her elbows on his rock hard chest. Violet looked down and immediately lost her train of thought at the sight of his bare skin, especially with the way his dick gradually continued to harden between her legs.
Park smirked.
It was enough to make Violet recover her senses. Flushing, she snapped, “That’s my price, take it or leave it.” And just for sweet revenge, she wriggled her hips a little, having made love to Park long enough to know exactly how to drive him wild.
Park groaned.
She smiled sweetly down at him. “Well?”
Had there really been a question of what his choice would be? Grabbing both cheeks of her ass, Park used it to pull her down forcefully on his fully erect dick and was satisfied to hear Violet gasp, her eyes rolling back at the unexpected sensation of Park filling her completely once more.
He looked up at her. “Spill it.” His tone was harsh, but the way he stroked her back was gentle.
Relaxing, Violet slowly started to talk.
Reliving the past didn’t hurt as much as she had feared, but it was probably because Park was also simultaneously distracting her with the way he almost languorously thrust in and out of her while his fingers clasped her hips to keep them from moving.
Violet didn’t attempt to hide a single thing about Park, not even the parts of her past that made her cringe. “He made his mom call me, and she begged me to give her son another chance. When I went to his house, it was just him–and the entire basketball team.” Her voice shook as she remembered at how helpless and trapped she felt at that time. “I was so scared. I knew…I knew if I made the smallest mistake, it could have ended a lot worse. I was lucky all Andrew wanted to do was h-humiliate me. He made me…”
She choked on a sob.
“You don’t have to say anything anymore,” Park growled, tormented at the pain he heard in Violet’s voice.
She shook her head violently. “Park,” she whispered, looking straight into his bright eyes because she wanted to see how he would feel with what she was about to say.
Park cursed himself for what he had forced Violet to relive. If he had known she would feel this bad—He reached up, fisting her hair so he could pull her down and reassure her with a short hard kiss. “Violet, I don’t need—”
“He made me swallow everyone’s cum.”
Her voice was small but toneless.
Fuck!
Park pulled her down to him almost roughly, wrapping his arms around her as tightly as he could even as he surged up inside her. He wanted to absorb her into him, wanted Violet to feel surrounded by his heat because it was the only thing he could do right now to make her feel good again.
“I’m sorry, baby, I’m so fucking sorry you had to go through that,” he whispered.
Tears leaked from her eyes even as she said almost sharply, “I don’t want your pity!”
“You don’t fucking have it,” he growled, tugging her down so he could kiss her again, his tongue reclaiming her mouth. When he released her, Park said emphatically, “Look at me.”
Her heart beat madly as she lifted her gaze to his.
The fierce pride in Park’s eyes—pride for her, he was proud of her—made Violet break down completely. “I was so scared,” she sobbed. “I hated myself but I didn’t…I didn’t make a single complaint because I knew I was getting off lightly.” She inhaled, her body shuddering as she did. “And I didn’t file a complaint because I didn’t want my family to…I just didn’t want them to be hurt, too.”
“I understand, baby, I understand,” he whispered, wishing he could do something to take the hurt away.
She struggled to speak again. “I transferred to another school after that. When I went to college, I thought I could start again but h-he was already there.” Violet closed her eyes. “So I stopped going to school, I stayed at home and was depressed for months until my sister–Lilac–convinced me to come here.”
It took several moments before Park could get past his fury and speak sensibly. “You’re still leaving a lot out, aren’t you? That’s the sanitized version, isn’t it?”
Violet was stunned at how well Park read her.
His lips compressed at her look. “Before you left college, the boys there tried to do something to you, didn’t they?” She didn’t have to answer. The shamed look on her face was enough. “Give me their names,” he said tightly. “Give me their fucking names and I swear to God I’m going to make them pay—”
She shook her head. “No. I don’t want to have anything to do with them again. Not even for revenge,” she said flatly.
Park’s hand shook as he lifted his hand to brush away the tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “I never thought I’d say this about you, Violet, but you’re too fucking nice.”
She giggled and cried at the same time, but at the end even her laughter turned into tears. “It took me a long time to be at peace, Park. For almost a year, I just hated. I hated my life, I hated guys, I hated everyone.”
He kissed her forehead. “You have the fucking right to.”
She let out another teary giggle. “You should be telling me it’s wrong.”
“If I had the chance, I’d torture all of them then give you the honor of cutting their heads off.”
Violet shook her head. “Oh, Park.” She surprised him by suddenly sitting up, and he couldn’t bite back a groan as her hips lifted up and down on his dick. She bent down, her breasts brushing against her lips, and of course he couldn’t keep himself from lifting his head up to catch one nipple into his mouth.
“No, Park…” It was a weak protest.
He sucked harder.
“Park…”
He reluctantly let go of her nipple. “I want you to feel good,” he said fiercely. “After what you went through…I don’t even understand how you can bear to be with any guy.” Park paused. “I don’t even know why you thought I deserved to be your first.”
She paled and stiffened at the same time. “Y-you know?”
“I heard what Schwartz said…about you being frigid and it was just a matter of deduction after that.”
“It’s not because I’m in love with you,” Violet said quickly, not wanting Park to jump in the wrong conclusions.
He almost laughed at the genuine panic in Violet’s eyes. “I know,” he said gently. “I’d know if you were.”
She said haltingly, “It was because you were different. You were…you were you. You weren’t like any of those guys and I didn’t want Andrew to win. He’d win if I remained bitter.” She bent down, and for the first time took the initiative to kiss him.
It made Park shudder.
When she lifted her lips from his, her eyes were shining with tears. “Only you, Park—only you made me remember how beautiful everything was before him.”
Park understood, and he was incredibly humbled.
“Thank you,” he said roughly even though he knew no words would ever be enough to express how much her trust meant to him.
She smiled down at him. “Thank you.”
There was no need for words after that, their bodies moving and expressing the rest of what they had to say. Soon, her soft, drawn out moans blended beautifully with his guttural groans, their skin glistening with sweat as their movements became more urgent and frenzied, Violet throwing her head back, the tips of her long hair brushing against his thighs as she came while saying his name.
It was a picture of Violet he’d treasure forever, and the beauty of it pushed Park past the edge, making him grip her hips as he came inside her, his hips moving nonstop while he shot out his cum into her.
And when it was over, it felt entirely natural to have her curl in his arms, Park watching with her eyelids drift closed as a drowsy smile appeared on her lips. “Night, Park,” she mumbled without opening her eyes.
Park relaxed.
For one moment, he had feared things would change between them. But it hadn’t.
She still didn’t love him, and he didn’t love her, but that was fine. They were friends. They were friends who cared for each other and fucked each other, but that was fine. It was enough.
Chapter Eleven
Violet was the first one to wake up. Mornings in Osaka were always cold, but for a moment, she wondered why she wasn’t cold at all. And then she realized that there were strong arms wrapped around her. She turned her face slightly.
Park.
He looked very peaceful. Still gorgeous but he looked younger while asleep—a softer side of him even Violet rarely glimpsed. There was no sign of the frightening scowl he usually wore, the one she liked to refer to as his ogre face. Violet stared at Park, but another face was slowly superimposing itself on Park’s features.
Andrew.
Her skin prickled with self-loathing at the mere thought of him, and shame enveloped her when she remembered the fact that now Park knew everything that happened in her past. Did he really not care that she practically had sex with ten men?
“Violet.”
She started at Park’s sleep-scratchy voice, not realizing he had woken up as well.
“You’re crying.” He said the words almost accusingly.
“I’m not,” she lied sharply, cheeks flushing. She hated the fact that Park was fast seeing all her worst moments. Violet York was a crybaby only when it suited her–and not because she was such an emotional mess!
Park was silent for a moment, and it made her worry. And then he said, “Do you want to talk about it?”
She gaped at him.
He scowled. “Don’t wait for me to change my mind. You know I’m not the sensitive type and I could get impatient—”
His tough talk made Violet giggle. “No thanks, you ass. That was the worst offer of comfort I’ve ever heard.”
Park’s breathing eased. Seeing Violet sad made him angry and seeing her smile brightened his day. That much, he had to admit to himself. But beyond that, Park had no plans to psychoanalyze.