Mia’s head rested on my chest, her blonde hair splayed across my shirt like a halo of spun gold.
The scent of her, a mix of her sweet perfume, shampoo, and the raw, musky scent of sex, enveloped us like a shroud.
It was a potent combination. Poison for my senses. My sanity.
"You okay?" I asked, my voice rough.
She sniffled. "My throat hurts."
A smirk touched my lips. "You'll live."
"I know." She propped herself up on her elbows, her amber eyes locking with mine. They were still a little glassy, a little unfocused, but there was a spark of defiance in them. "Doesn't mean I have to like it."
"I didn't hear you complaining."
"That's because my mouth was full of your dick, you pervert."
I chuckled. I couldn't help it. "Fair enough."
Mia sighed, a soft, contented sound, and settled back against my chest. We lay there in silence for a while. She watched me, with that kind of lazy, satisfied look one would have after getting the horny craziness out. I knew she was thinking of something. She had the eyes of a curious cat, narrowed—not to intimidate, but to analyze, to see more, to look deeper. "Jae-il." She said, her voice a low murmur.
"Hmm?"
"Are we terrible people?"
"No."
The word was out of my mouth before I even had time to think about it. Because it was the truth. We weren't terrible. We were just… us. A product of circumstance. A tangle of complicated emotions and undeniable physical attraction. "We're just people, Mia. People who do things they probably shouldn't."
She was silent for a moment. "I don't feel terrible. I feel… right. When I'm with you, it just feels right."
And there it was. The crux of the problem. The thing that made this so damn complicated. Because I felt it too. That sense of rightness. That feeling of finally finding a piece of yourself you didn't even know was missing.
"We can't build a life on what feels right, Noona." I said, my voice soft. "We have to build it on what is right."
"And who decides what's right? Society? A bunch of strangers who don't know us? Who don't know what we feel?"
She scoffed. Her hands on my chest stopped moving, curling into claws.
We were having this conversation again.
Maybe I had a cynical view of love, born from a past life of seeing its most beautiful and most depraved forms. Maybe I was just being a coward. Maybe I was just scared. Scared to reach for it, even if it was right there in front of me, because I knew what it could become. I knew the monster that slept inside that beauty. Her life could've been potentially compromised, or worse, ruined because of my existence.
The consequences were a long grocery list. Its cursed fingers could reach beyond both of us. Su Ah. Eun Ha. Yeong Gu. We kept having this shitty conversation about morality, yet somehow we never did the obvious thing—cutting each other from our lives and freeing the burden. We couldn't stop. We couldn't stop going on and on, despite the conflicting issues.
Mia's eyes were growing increasingly dark.
I had a good life here. A limitless potential for a great career. A family that, despite its cracks, still loved me. A future. All of it at risk.
She could see my hesitation. See the internal war raging within me.
"Then why did you come here, Jae-il?" She asked, her voice losing its playful edge. "You knew what would happen. You knew I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you. You could have just left the gifts with mom and gone back to your camp. But you didn't. You came to my room. Why?"
A valid question. And one that I didn't have a good answer for. Because the honest answer was that I wanted this. I wanted her. I wanted to feel this. I wanted to escape the pressure and the expectations and just… be. With her.
And, at least for a little while, I could do that. I could be what I was supposed to be. Who I was meant to be, for the sake of no one but myself.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay." It was the most half-assed answer I could muster. And we both knew it.
"Liar." She accused, but there was no heat in her voice. Just a sad, knowing resignation. "You're a coward, Jae-il."
"Not a coward. Just... human." I corrected, my voice low. "I'm a fifteen year old boy with a beautiful, willing woman throwing herself at him. My cock has more voting power than my brain, sometimes."
She actually laughed at that. A genuine, throaty laugh that made her whole body shake. It was a beautiful sound. "Well, at least you're honest about being a horny little bastard."
"As if you're any better." I shot back, rolling my eyes. "You practically attacked me the second I walked through the door."
"Guilty." She grinned, not a shred of remorse in her eyes. "And I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
My cock twitched at that. A traitorous, undeniable reaction. I wasn't done. Not by a long shot.
Mia noticed, of course. She always noticed. A slow, sly smile spread across her face. "Oh? Is that a round two I feel brewing?"
"Not sure if it's a good idea, Noona." I said, even as my hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer. "We've already pushed our luck."
"Since when do you care about luck?" She purred, straddling me again, her core pressing directly against my rapidly hardening length. "You make your own luck, Jae-il. You taught me that."
"This is different."
"Is it?" She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. "Or are you just scared that you might actually want this, more than you want that shiny trophy you're always chasing?"
"Is that what this is about, Noona? You trying to prove a point? To me? To yourself?"
"Maybe." She whispered, nipping at my earlobe. I clenched my teeth. "Or maybe I just want my little brother to fuck me again. Is that so wrong?"
There it was. The unvarnished, ugly truth of it. Said out loud. In the quiet of her room, with the sound of the rain outside.
And God help me, I wanted it too.
With a grunt, I flipped us over, pinning her hands above her head. I caught the gasp of surprise in her mouth before it could fully form. Mia's eyes, wide and dark with shock and a flicker of triumph, stared up at me. My other hand had no pretense—it swept down, devouring the space between her breasts and the soft expanse of her stomach, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her shorts.
She didn't resist. She arched her back, a silent invitation, her legs parting slightly.
My bare, open palm slid underneath her pants over her sweet cunt. It slightly caught me off-guard how fucking soaked she was. Like a swamp in there. A swamp for me. My thumb found her clit. The hard, needy little nub, and I pressed down, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles.
Mia's breath hitched. A choked moan escaped her lips. Her hips rolled, grinding against my hand. She was a creature of pure instinct, of raw, unadulterated need. "Please, Jae-il..." She whispered, her voice a ragged plea. "Stop teasing me."
I didn't. I just kept my thumb where it was, maintaining that steady, maddening pressure while my index finger traced the slick, swollen folds of her entrance. I leaned down, just like how she had done moments earlier. My lips ghosted over her flushed ear. "You're so wet, Noona. So fucking ready for me." I plunged my finger in, to the first knuckle, then the second, crooking it just right.
The sound she made was half-gasp, half-sob. It was loud enough that I had to shove my tongue straight into her mouth to muffle the noise. "Shhh." I hissed, pulling away. "You don't want Mom and Su Ah Noona to hear, do you?"
Her eyes widened at the mention of our family, the reality of their presence just a few walls away finally sinking in. The danger. The risk. A fresh wave of slickness coated my fingers. She loved it. The depraved little minx loved the thrill of it almost as much as she loved my touch.
"Then hurry the fuck up and give me what I want." Mia growled, a deranged animal that struggled to break free.
I pulled my hand out, and she whimpered at the loss, a pitiful, needy sound that went straight to my cock. With my other hand still pinning her wrists, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, tugging them down in one swift, rough motion.
She lifted her hips to help me, kicking them off the rest of the way.
And there she was. Completely bare. Open. Vulnerable. And all mine.
The sight of her, glistening and flushed with arousal, made my head spin. There I was, yet again, at the crossroads, where the choice was no longer about logic or reason, but a need to claim, to possess, to lose myself in the heat of the moment.
I wasn't even lucid enough to tell whether she had locked the door. I'd have to trust she did, because I was too far gone to care.
I positioned myself between her legs, my cock nudging at her entrance. I looked down at her, at the wild, desperate look in her eyes, and I knew I was lost. How could you resist when a hot, older woman stared up at you as if you were her savior and her damnation, all in one?