The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 38
Psyche’s eyes wavered uncertainly at his clearly unsettling demeanor. The hesitation that had been visible on Serdin’s face just moments ago was nowhere to be found. Now he was looking at her as if ready to pounce at any moment.
“No, Psyche. You’re wrong.”
He moved a bit closer. Psyche unconsciously pressed herself against the wall. As she hurriedly tried to adjust her robe that had slipped slightly from the movement, something hot touched her shoulder. It was Serdin’s hand.
“Do you know what I thought when I saw the marks left on your body that day?”
“…!”
With a soft thud, the loosely draped robe fell to the floor. He ran his large palm along her exposed shoulder line and collarbone.
“I thought about replacing all those marks with my own.”
“Se-Serdin…”
“That’s the kind of bastard I am, Psyche. The kind who had such trash thoughts while watching you gasping in pain.”
She inhaled sharply, drawing in a breath. The man’s hands stroking her bare skin were becoming increasingly blatant.
“Do you know what I did after I took you home that day and went back to my room?”
He exhaled a deep breath, gently caressing the nape of her neck. Through their connected skin, Psyche trembled with the intense heat being transmitted. His large hands traveled down her spine, wrapping around her waist. Her body was swiftly pulled into his embrace.
“Ah…!”
In an instant, Psyche found herself trapped between his arms and the wall, letting out a small scream. She reflexively pushed against his chest, but the man, solid as a rock, didn’t budge. Instead, he held her tighter, burying his face in the nape of her neck. As if savoring his scent, he took a deep breath in and out, whispering,
“I m*********d thinking of you.”
“Ah…!”
A rough breath spilled across the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Serdin lightly bit Psyche’s trembling neck before letting go.
“…You’re so damn beautiful and seductive.”
“W-Wait a moment…”
Serdin pursed his lips and once again sucked on her neck. This time, he left a vivid red mark. As a lewd sound echoed with a wet smacking noise when his lips detached, her body flinched. Like a beast enjoying himself after a long time, he let out a languid groan and stroked her shoulder with a heated hand. In an instant, that hand pulled her shoulder strap down.
“…!”
“You’re even prettier like this, undressed.”
Psyche blankly looked down at herself, her flowing pink nightgown draped over her hips and her chest held in a white bra. Feeling a scorching gaze, she flinched and hurriedly tried to cover her chest. But suddenly, his hand slipped under her hips.
Anticipating what he might do next, Psyche cried out urgently.
“No, don’t…!”
“Resistance is useless. Even if it’s dreadful, just accept it.”
The man restrained her with one hand, as if handling a child, while his other hand completely stripped away her negligee. Now, all that shielded her body was a thin layer of underwear. The snow-white fabric accentuated her milk-like skin.
“Haah, I have no intention of stopping… not even the slightest.”
Serdin’s breathing grew heavy, his chest heaving as he buried his nose deep into her neck. Every time he sucked and bit at her tender skin, Psyche’s body jolted and trembled.
A hand large enough to envelop her entire back slowly caressed her slender waist. The movements of his tongue, sucking and licking her neck, became increasingly fervent. Psyche turned her head away and gripped his shoulders tightly with both hands.
“Serdin, please…”
But the more she tried to push him away, the more his searing body heat pressed against her with unrelenting force. The wet sounds of chuup and chup echoed as his tongue trailed down her neckline, lingering on the hollow of her collarbone. When his hand moved to grasp her chest, Psyche whispered in a pleading tone.
“You’re not this kind of person…”
“This kind of person?”
Serdin, who had been burying his face in her sweet, soft body, lifted his head. His golden eyes gleamed sharply in the darkness. The predatory gaze that locked onto her was so overpowering that Psyche couldn’t even blink for a moment, completely frozen under his stare.
“Psyche.”
A chillingly low voice scraped against her ear. She trembled helplessly, she was a prey caught in the clutches of him.
“I don’t quite know what you mean by ‘this kind of person’ that you are talking about.”
Deliberately, he moved his thigh, pressing his hardened member against the inside of her legs. The weighty e******n strained as if it might pierce through their undergarments.
With the wall behind her and the unyielding man before her, there was no escape. Serdin, holding her frozen form tightly, chuckled softly and continued speaking.
“If you’re talking about a bastard who gets off by forcing himself on an innocent, fragile woman…”
“Ah…”
“Then you’re right. I am that kind of bastard.”
