Page 88 of Ruthless Touch

We pant and moan in between kisses, driving the other to the brink.

It happens fast. One moment I’m stroking into Elise. The next, her mouth’s falling open against mine and she’s coming again.

Her pussy ripples around me, so slick and hot and wet all at once. I feel every part of her, the tiny ridges that rub against my cock as I sink in deep and the natural heat that surrounds me.

Primitive instincts take the lead. My hips drive forward, and I find the hollow of her throat, nipping and biting at her almost like an animal would.

I bury myself inside her tight, rippling pussy, and then I finally give in. My orgasm comes on so strong that, for a few seconds, I’m paralyzed.

The pleasure crashes over me, and I spill myself inside Elise, biting and sucking at her throat as a guttural sound leaves me.

When we separate, we’re both wide eyed, pupils blown. I kiss her again, softer this time, as slowly we come down from our highs.

Elise gets up to take her morning shower while I head to the kitchen to make us coffee. The loft fills with the nutty aroma of freshly brewed coffee as I pull two mugs from the cabinets.

My phone pings with a message from Joon.

Outside

I thumbs up the message and then press the button on the building app to buzz him in. This loft being in Pangyo means it has some of the most advanced amenities, including a smart system that allows you to lock and unlock your doors from the convenience of your device.

Joon is the only person who knows that I’ve come here—and that it’s where Elise is hiding out.

Thus far, I’ve managed to evade any suspicion from the Cheongryong.

I’ve used my playboy slacker reputation to my advantage, making it known I’ve been on a party binge and even more immersed in Seoul’s nightlife than usual.

It’s nothing unexpected from me considering I’m known for wild nights of excess.

If anything, it’s made Father more embarrassed to even involve me in syndicate business. He seems to be waiting until this bender passes like the others before it.

But really I’ve been busy making sure the feline is safe and protected.

We’ve been growing closer, exploring the attraction and connection we have.

I’ve vowed to stay by her side—helpher with her revenge quest. I meant every word, though it hasn’t been easy reconciling how I’ll do it and betray everything I’ve ever said I would be loyal to.

The Cheongryong oath is something I’ve lived my life by. The blue dragon inking my skin symbolizes my devotion to the syndicate.

I took an oath and swore I’d die before I ever betrayed it…

The door glides open as Joon enters dressed as ridiculously as expected. Today he’s in a motorcycle jacket and gym shorts that he’s paired with knee high socks. His wolfish mane of hair has grown even more unruly in the last couple weeks.

He juts his chin at me and says, “Sup, Gun-woo. You rang?”

“More like you owe me some intel. What’s the latest?”

“First, can we talk about this loft?” he whistles, glancing around the open space. “This might be even bigger than your penthouse in Gangnam—how much you paying a month? Maybe I’ll turn this into my love nest.”

“With you and what women?”

“I have plenty of cuties in my roster, my friend. Perfect 10s too. Like your sexy assassin girlfriend.”

I open my mouth to correct him and say Elise isn’t my girlfriend, then find I can’t utter those words.

The truth is, I like the sound of it. I like the possibility she could be.

We’ve damn sure been acting like a couple over the past week. We’ve settled into some kind of domestic bliss you’d think would be impossible for enemies.