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Si Woo finally clicked the cuffs open and my wrists dropped like dead weight. They hurt bad, red rings around them from all the yanking I did earlier. He did not say anything soft or nice. No sorry, no you okay. He just grabbed a towel from somewhere and started wiping me down rough, like he was cleaning up a spill he did not care about. His hand pressed hard between my legs, cleaning the mess we made, and every swipe made me wince because I was still sore as hell.
He leaned in and pressed his lips to one of the hickeys on my neck, the big one that stung the most. "These stay," he muttered against my skin, voice low and bossy. "Don't you dare cover them tomorrow. I want everyone to see who fucked you up this good."
I tried to shove his face away but my arms felt too heavy. "Get off me with that crap. We should stop this whole thing, Si Woo. For real this time. It's messing me up bad."
