Hacking Seoul

0.16 - No Motive At First

Song: Love the Way You Lie Part 2 - Rihanna feat. Eminem

He stood where he was, his eyes trained on her. "Just like that?"

He could tell she was holding back a sigh. She dropped her gaze and tried to smear her apologetic expression and nodded once.

"Just like that," she said firmly.

"You gonna leave me stranded here," he asked the unmarked question in a low voice and took a step toward her slowly as he pressed his palm onto her car. She shrank back instantly. Her back crashed into the car with a loud thud. Heat pulsated through his entire body as he took another step and trapped her in between his parched self and her car, eliminating any space there used to be.

"You can't do this!" She turned her head away from him and pushed his chest with one hand.

"Do what?" He said quietly.

"Th-this. Whatever you're doing right now!" She continued pushing his chest but didn't dare to move her lower body. They both knew that would only create more friction.

He suppressed a smile. "I'm not doing anything right now."

"Just get away from me."

"I'm only trying to remind you that I am currently lost," he breathed down at her and watched satisfyingly as she shivered, "And in need of some help...."

He planted his other hand on the car behind her, caging her body in between his arms. "That I know you can give me."

Her reaction was Oscar worthy. Shock and anger amalgamated under her flushed cheeks during her moment of impairment and desire riled up from where his body met hers as he watched her arch her back to the curve of the car to lean as far back away from him as she could.

"And I would like to remind you that I am not your goddamn maid," she stammered and stared up at him heatedly, "I'm not obligated to give you any kind of help!"

"Yet I know you want to give it to me," he whispered huskily.

His left hand was now pressed against her hips and with her intake of breath he brought her body toward his commandingly. She let out a soft groan and stopped her movements for two seconds. Then she bit her lip and lowered her lashes, her left hand went back to pushing his chest. He grabbed her wrist and slammed it against the car window.

"Ah!" She couldn't stop the sound of pain from escaping but he couldn't register reality. All his reasons left with her yell of pain. He was now burning with lust and her protests just turned him on more.

"Stop it! Let me go!" Her voice was shrill.

He bent down and kissed her on the mouth roughly. She shook, and then tried to free her hand and kick him at the same time but he parted her legs and prevented her efforts easily. Cruel satisfaction and pure pleasure excited his every cell and he pulled away deliberately to admire her beauty in this broken state. She gaped at him like he was mad. That tinge of fear in her eyes only made her a more delicious sheep for slaughter. He swallowed hard and ran his hand up the side of her body to cup her face.

"Don't look so flustered." He pulled his lips into a crooked smile and tugged a strand of loose hair behind her ear, "It's not like we haven't done this before."

Pain and fury filled her pretty eyes indicating an unmistaken refusal, but a smooth, foreign voice in his head told him he needed to have her. This empty street was perfect. This empty car was perfect. The hour was perfect. This goddess was perfect. Too perfect. He peered into the car window of the backseats. Perfectly free of junk. He closed his eyes slowly to let the thrill sink in. His expression was probably off, and it must have tipped her of her looming danger because her struggles became vehement and she couldn't silence her whimpers anymore. He let her twist against him uselessly as his free hand roamed. He knew she couldn't fight him off. This was all play for him. She gasped when he brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth.

"No," she pleaded in a quivering voice, "You are out of your mind. Don't."

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