"What do you mean by 'make you feel better'?" Shan asked with a teasing curl in his voice, one brow cocked in playful challenge as he pulled her back into his penthouse. The door closed with a heavy click, and the lock slid into place like a seal on a secret neither of them intended to share.
The air between them grew hotter by the second, laced with friction and unsaid words.
"What else do you think, bastard?" Ingrid purred, her voice thick with sarcasm and seduction. Her hand reached forward—bold, without hesitation—and gripped the hardness straining beneath Shan's pants.
"Isn't it this that comforts me?" she asked with a sly smile, her fingers tightening cruelly.
Shan groaned, his hips twitching from the sudden discomfort laced with pleasure. "Ugh! You bitch," he grunted, half in pain, half in heat.
Ingrid giggled, low and dirty. "Hehehe…"
But Shan wasn't one to lose control so easily. He lunged forward, grabbing her firm ass with both hands, giving it a sharp squeeze that made her breath hitch.
"Oh?!" Ingrid gasped, her face flushing crimson.
"Heh… I guess I could give you what you want," Shan murmured with a wolfish grin, his fingers trailing down to her black jeans. He slid them down in one swift motion, her underwear following shortly after, and slipped two fingers into her tight rear without warning.
"AHH!!!" she moaned, her voice echoing in the wide, luxurious room. The stimulation was sudden, raw, and undeniable.
"You're clearly in heat," he said smugly as he crushed his lips against hers. Their tongues danced, swirling in a frantic rhythm that echoed the fever building between their bodies. "I guess I'll take care of you… just for a little while."
"Bastard," she hissed again—but her voice held no venom now, only a trembling want.
"And yet," Shan whispered, pressing his forehead to hers, eyes locked in a moment too intimate to be fleeting. "I'm your bastard."
The words hit her like a drug.
"Take me," Ingrid begged, her voice breaking into desperate gasps. "Fucking take me to your sanctuary, you fucking prick of a bastard!"
Without a second thought, Shan hoisted her onto his waist. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him, clutching him like an anchor in a storm. He marched toward his bedroom, kicked the door open, slammed it shut, and locked it behind them—again. Always locking. Always sealing the heat inside.
"For you to be this obedient… What changed all of a sudden?" he asked, his voice thick with curiosity.
"I'm only doing this for myself, so don't get the wrong idea—bastard!" she spat defiantly.
But when Shan leaned over her, the light from the window cast shadows across his sculpted form. Muscular, athletic, and etched with battle scars. She reached up, touching his torso with reverence.
"So thick…" she murmured. "Yet so… so…" Her words trailed off into silence.
My type, she thought, eyes wide with awe.
They stripped off what remained of their clothes. The sound of fabric hitting the floor melted into the rising sound of their breath. Skin met skin on his king-sized bed, warm and trembling.
"Just for a while," Ingrid whispered shyly. "Be… loving to me?"
Shan blinked. The woman beneath him—cold, manipulative Ingrid Mikage—was now looking at him with something else in her eyes. Vulnerability. Honesty?
Tch… the things I do for kindness, he thought.
He leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on her lips as his hand traced a curve along her waist, coaxing a soft arch from her back.
"Mmm…" Ingrid whimpered. Her body relaxed under his gentle hold, lips parted in fragile surrender.
"I still hate you," she whispered into his ear.
"Same here," Shan replied.
"But… does it matter right now?" he asked, his breath warm against her neck.
"No," she answered, pulling him closer. "No, it doesn't." Her voice cracked with urgency. "Just do me. It's a safe day. So fucking cum in me, dammit!"
Shan's fingers slid between her folds, stroking her until her breath turned ragged.
"Fuck… you're so—" Ingrid whimpered as he pulled his fingers back, glistening, and licked them with a teasing grin.
"I have secrets," Shan said, lowering himself behind her. "Secrets I can't trust you to keep."
He positioned his length at her entrance, guiding it slowly inside her in a prone bone position. She gasped, trembling as he filled her inch by inch.
"Fuck… You're so big… I can't believe I'm managing this," she moaned, eyes rolling. "You said it was twelve inches back at the hotel…"
"Oh? Don't tell me that was your first time taking a size like mine?" he teased, amused.
Blushing furiously, she turned away. "Shut up and just fuck me."
And he did.
He began to pound her with steady rhythm, deep and hard, making the bed creak beneath their heat. Her thoughts swirled in time with his hips.
Yes! This is what a real cock should be. I don't care. I just want to clear my mind!
He reached forward and groped her breast, fondling her erect nipple with deliberate intent.
"Ah! You beast!" she gasped.
"Damn, these knockers are huge," he said. "How big?"
"M-cup!" Ingrid managed, biting her lip.
"Implants?" he teased.
"Fuck you. Don't compare me to those fakes," she snapped, her face twisted in disgust.
"Hehe… just joking, Ms. Mikage," Shan said, cupping her cheek tenderly.
"Just… just call me Ingrid. At least when we're alone… since Mei still thinks we're together."
She reached up and clasped his hand, her palm brushing his rough knuckles.
"So don't you dare finish first in me. Not yet. Not today!" she growled, daring him.
With a grunt, Shan pulled her up into a seated position, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
"Haha… I want to feel something," she whispered, pressing her forehead against his. "Something stupid. Something that says no reason to fuck—just lovey-dovey sex, Shan."
"I don't know what you're going through," he lied gently, though in truth he knew—knew she'd missed her daughter's birthday. And her own. He just let the moment be.
"But I won't let you down, Ingrid."
He kissed her nose.
"Bastard… When did you get so good at sweet-talking me?" she murmured, hiding her pink face against his shoulder.
He picked up the pace again.
"Ah… ah… ah… ohhh… so good…" Ingrid moaned.
"Feeling better already?" Shan asked.
"Ahh… n-no! Not yet!" she cried, taking his head and pressing it to her chest. "You can't cum until I do!"
He surprised her—sucking both her nipples at once, his tongue teasing her peaks.
"Yes! Right there!" she moaned. "Harder! Deeper!"
Her demands fueled his fire. Shan grinned wickedly.
"Deeper, huh? Then how about this?!"
He stood, lifting her into a suspended congress position. Her eyes widened in shock.
He's lifting me?! Wait… if you do that… you'll hit my cervix!
"You said you wanted to cum first," Shan growled. "Let me help you with that!"
He thrust upward in one deep motion, hitting her most sensitive spot.
"AHHH!!!" she screamed, shaking violently in his arms.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!" she cried, clinging to him like a lifeline.
"I'm cumming!!!" she wailed, squirting against him with a euphoric moan.
Seconds later, Shan exploded inside her, filling her completely with his seed.
They collapsed onto the bed together, breathing heavily, the silence afterward deep with satisfaction.
"You okay?" he asked, brushing her damp strands from her cheek.
"Shut up," she mumbled, turning away—embarrassed, flushed, yet glowing.
But just before sleep could take her, she whispered, almost inaudibly:
"Bastard. My bastard."
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Chapter 32 — End