𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄/𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐍

Chapter Four

Kim Mingyu strode away from the captive's room, his mood darker than ever.

The maid he met on the way to his office took one look at him, paled, and ducked her head, as if hoping he wouldn't notice her. Smart little thing. Too bad he was too worked up right now.

He grabbed her arm. She froze, barely breezing.

"Lena, isn't it?" he said quietly, eyeing her blond hair and slim figure. She wasn't particularly pretty, but she had plush, soft-looking lips. His eyes lingered on them. His jaw tightened.

"Yes," she said meekly, glancing up at him for a moment before dropping her gaze. He could see her pulse beating madly at the delicate base of her neck. She was scared of him. Or perhaps she was excited. Probably both.

Silently, he opened the door to his office and went in. He knew she would follow him inside.

He wasn't wrong. He rarely was.

"Close the door," he said.

The door clicked shut behind him.

There was a moment of silence, broken only by the howling of the wind outside and a tree branch banging on glass. The room was very warm despite the freezing weather.

There was no heating in the gray room, Mingyu thought, recalling the boy's shivering body. The lack of heat was a strategic decision: usually the "guests" staying in the gray room were to be weakened by hunger and cold. Certainly not to be pampered and fed properly.

Mingyu's jaw clenched.

"You may leave now," he said. "Or you may undress."

After a brief pause, there was the sound of clothes rustling.

He took a deep breath, trying to relax his shoulders. It wouldn't be to hurt the girl. He rather liked her—when he didn't feel like breaking something. Or someone.

"Over my desk," he murmured. He wasn't in the mood for elaborate foreplay. Not today.

She was wet when he pushed into her.

She let out soft moans as he fucked her, fully clothed but for his open fly, his fingers gripping her hips in a punishing grip.

He barely felt himself coming. It was just a release, an outlet for his dark mood. It did nothing toward easing it.

"Thanks, love," he said afterward, pulling a few bills out of his pocket and placing them on the desk by the girl's panting form.

She smiled dazedly, grabbed the money and her clothes, and hurried out of the room.

Mingyu removed the condom and threw it into the rubbish bin.

Dropping himself in his chair, he lit a cigarette and closed his eyes.

Damn. Goddammit.

Even despite the fuck, the boy's dark curls and plush, cherry pink mouth stood before his eyes. That mouth. It was a cross between an angel's mouth and a whore's.

He wanted to fucking wreck it.

He'd wanted it from the moment he first saw the boy in the restaurant, all dressed up and trying to play grown-up games without knowing any of the rules.

Mingyu wasn't used to denying himself what he wanted. He always got what he wanted. Except he couldn't fuck the boy's mouth, couldn't split those lips on his cock and choke him on it as his body wanted.

For fuck's sake. He wasn't a faggot. No matter how pretty that mouth was, his physical attraction to a boy didn't sit well with him. He didn't like what he couldn't understand or control. It was also inconvenient as hell. He ought to be thinking about the best use he could get out of Jeon's only son and heir. Instead, he had spent minutes petting the boy's soft curls and staring at his mouth. Unacceptable. And it was completely unacceptable that he had relented and ordered the guards to feed the captive better only because the boy batted his eyelashes and asked him prettily.