[2] Mr. Tycoon's Woman || PJ&RP ✔️

Chapter 397 - Please Me

Park Jimin was careful to not disturb the innocent mind of his wife. His tender eyes fully mirrored his intentions and his mouth obliged with his brain. He only shared the parts of betrayal and never went beyond that. The torture and other actions inflicted by his men were deliberately left out. He was not going to corrupt his wife or put a disturbing image into her mind.

Rosè Yang felt doubtful her husband only inflicted psychological pain upon Jeong Jaehyun's. She could see it in his eyes. The folds of devious black hid layers of malice, all of which, she knew she couldn't handle. She was grateful to not have morning sickness or frequent urges to throw up. Fearful that the full-story would make her stomach lurch on the spot, she didn't probe any longer.

"I didn't know Chou Tzuyu was cheating with Jeong Jaehyun's younger brother." She finally said after a long silence. During their conversation, they had somehow moved onto the couch in their room. Her body sunk into the inviting cushion and her shoulders were at ease with him beside her.

Rosè Yang knew men were easily drawn and attached to Chou Tzuyu. The faux, angelic allure tugged their heartstrings. It roped them into a long line of suitors. She had enough admirers and second male-leads to start a Korean drama of her own. Who would've thought the person she truly fancied was the younger brother of her lover? It was a plot-twist that no one had expected.

"Everyone has skeletons in their closet. Some hide it better than others." Park Jimin explained, reaching his hands out and resting it on her lower back. Instead of pulling her to him, he eased himself towards her.

Slowly, he dropped his head to the side of her neck, his warm lips pressing open-mouth kisses upon her soft flesh. A soft, distinctive sound wandered into his ears when he found her favorite spot. A low, husky voice rasped, "I believe you took fancy in a lingerie store previously... Won't you show me the outfits you've picked out?" He didn't give her a choice, for his hands were already helping her take off her clothes.

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Fulfilled and satisfied, Rosè Yang was proud to realize, for once, he was the first to fall asleep. His well-toned arms were slung over her hips, seemingly lazy and playful. His innocuous expression betrayed the strong, iron-grip he had over her naked body filled with his marks.

When he was awake, his face was a daring wonder to behold. Nonchalant with hidden intentions, devious and mischievous, everything that described the devil, could be used to describe him. Yet, when his eyes were peacefully shut, his beauty shunned the angels.

Her finger slowly traced over his sleeping features. She started from his thick, ravenous lashes before trailing downwards over his rugged, prominent nose. Similar to the structure of blue-blood royals, there was not a feature amiss.

Her feather-light touches could be mistaken for a wisp of an unnoticeable breeze. Her skin burned bright like the flames of her heart when her traveling fingers stopped at the corner of his mouth. She was bright-red from the vivid memory of the wicked things his tongue could do to her. The simple flick of it was enough to earn a breathy moan from her and his lips, nothing in the world was as sweet and delectable as they are.

Then, her crimson skin calmed when she recounted how crazy she had driven him. She tempted him beyond return and forced him to comply with her slow, strip-tease.

Happy that she had tired him out, instead of the other way around, Rosè Yang leaned up and gently kissed his lips. Slow, sensual her lips moved on its record. She kept it brief and pulled back when he slightly stirred.

"Mmm... Rosie?" His voice, lethargic and thick with drowsiness, sent her heart skyrocketing. His eyes were slightly open and she placed her hand over it, blocking out the dim light from the night lamp behind her.