Page 124 of Paradox
“You don’t touch me for ages, but this is what you don't have patience for?”
“That’s right. I’ve got someone better and I wanna let the whole world know.” My voice is growing more ragged the closer I get to the end.
“What if my parents see it? Or Tek?”
“You couldn’t see who you were.”
“So what’s there to show off?”
“Your perfect ass.” I slap him, then grab both cheeks and fuck his thighs like a madman. “The sheets’ll need washing,” I hiss—my back hunching.
“Wash them yourself.”
I brace myself with a hand between his shoulder blades. “Can’t. I need to go out today.”
“But it’s your fault.”
“And it’s your fault we’ve got no meat left.”
“Would you hurry up and finish so you can get the fuck off me?”
His current disdain for me is the last push I need.
I grunt, "Fuck you, you ungrateful little cunt,” and double over him completely. Then, in no more than five thrusts, I’m coming—my teeth sinking into the crook of his neck.
“You feral bitch!”
I hold him still. “You’re the bitch… Now tell me you’re sorry.”
“I want a whole block of chocolate.”
“Not until you say sorry.”
“But I’m not sorry.”
“You’re lucky I like it when you’re this riled up.”
“And you’re lucky I don’t know the combination to your lock box, you greedy prick.”
My face is cold, but the day is still.
I’ve barely moved for the past hour, but desperate times call for desperate measures. The gochujang ran out days ago, and I refuse to live on rice and roast vegetables alone for dinner.
Jintae squirms beside me. “My legs are sore.”
“Your stomach will be sore if you don’t keep still.”
“Shut up,” he tells me, and moves from kneeling to sitting on my lap.
“So you don’t care if my legs hurt?”
“Not right now, I don’t.” It’s easy to hear the precociousness in his voice as he leans his head back against my shoulder.
I rub my head against the side of his, but it’s more about the thought behind the action because we both have our hoods up. “You smell good.”
“It’s too cold to smell anything.”
“Not true. Your cuteness cuts through it.”
