Jisung's POV
"Fifty-one" I huff.
'Fifty-two' I huff.
'…Three'
My arms give out and I fall face first to the gym floor, growling like beast that has been hurt.
Fuck, even my muscles are against me, but I don't stop pushing my body, I need to feel it burn.
That man's voice won't leave my head, 'I'm sorry', soft, apologetic and…fuck.
I left him lying there on the hard floor, hole gaping from what we just did, body sweating, and heartbroken.
A good alpha would have held him close, cleaned him up, worshipped him and thanked him for taking his knot perfectly.
My growl grows louder to silence the guilt chewing me up; 'I'm falling…'.
He's falling? For what? I told him this is for pleasure only, nothing more.
How dare he fall and make me fall too?
My thoughts are so loud that I don't hear the door opening, I don't hear the footsteps coming my way, or the angry growls directed at me.
"Go on" Yeon's voice says and I thump my head against the wet floor in anger.
