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“Don’t come any closer” he was surprised he managed to warn her before too late.
It wasn’t ideal- allowing Tsetseg to see him in this state.
Her physical strength was unquestionable, but he wanted her to see him differently – not the way he desired others to see.
The Pavel bastard sent to threaten him needed to be dealt with. Right now
He sensed her eyebrows rising into her bangs, her eyes and mouth widening in trepidation. Truly, she looked more curious and worried for him than scared for herself.
Would she fear him if she knew what he may do in his current state- what he planned to do to Beom’s lackey? Or would she not consider him a threat, due to her abilities ? His mind galloped uncomfortably. His brain twitched yearning for water- the familiar feeling of moisture leaving his skin and blood to nourish desperate organs…. It was merely experience that prevented his immediate descent into rage.
It wasn’t his first time and the antidote was within arm’s reach- a game he’d played before. However, Tsetseg’s presence made this more torturous than his first time. There was no inept employee or stuck-up bureaucrat to use his energies on.
When it was someone else, the drug was his saviour. He loathed incompetency- slip-ups led to stitches was his boyhood mantra- the simpletons around him were unbelievable! Couldn’t they see their carelessness ruining the big picture? He yearned for their blood and tears.
His stiff hands made a quick work of his collar, hoping to cool his skin. It was challenging to draw blood needlessly…. He, unlike the Pavel henchmen, was a cut above and needed…. external inducements… to inflict grave punishments.
“Si-o” came the sweet voice, making his nerves singe further. Her proximity was pushing him to the very precipice.
The drug’s usual effect on him- bloodlust- had turning into a baser desperation. Every aspect of her was amplified… the bead of sweat trailing by her rosy cheeks (no doubt) from her enthusiastic jog into his office, her moist lips that glistened in the window light…. Would they feel just as refreshing as the cherries they resemble? He would slay every last member of Pavel to drink from them.
The thirst needed to be slaked. But not with blood.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw the gears whirring inside her pretty little head. Was she judging? Planning her escape? It was a struggle to understand…. One part of him yearned to send her out while the other desired her spread out on his desk. The drug enhanced all his body’s reactions and his trousers grew painfully tight.
He turned around gotta finish the guy Pavel sent to scare me, then I can get back to tsetseg was the thought as he forced himself to walk past her.
Alas, he slipped up.
Shouldn’t have looked at her face.
His dilated veins yearned for action, to allow blood and adrenaline to flow through.
“ебать!" fuck!
He walked back to his desk and momentarily closed his eyes. His dehydrated brain was addled further.
There were two ways out- and he’d made his choice.
Picking up his second phone, he barked at the Russian to meet him in 2 hours.
The employees must be knee deep in work, as the day had just began. His sweet girl was glued to her place, unsure of what to do.
Forcing a smile onto his lips, he said “Hope your emergency was dealt with. I was worried when you didn’t show up”
“ah..nae” her youthful voice stuttered, unsure of her boss’ current mood, “ it’s all good now”. He could feel her discomfort as he looked her quietly good, hope she understands how much she unnerves me.
She began again, unprovoked “ well…I got your message.” She unusually broke eye contact, choosing instead to focus on his lapels “ it doesn’t make me uncomfortable… I mean that’s not why I disappeared”.
He went closer, hmm wildflowers- how becoming he mused, thinking he deserved a Presidential award for holding out so long
“So you wouldn’t be opposed to me doing this?”
Her questioning eyes rose to meet his, but before they could, his fingers landed on the side of her neck, gently stroking the soft skin there. His face was lodged above her shoulder, his warm breaths following his fingers on her neck. Bliss.... Just what he needed
She froze, her acting skills failed to hide her enjoyment of this novelty. Better than those kdramas, Tsetseg?
Si-o smirked as his heightened senses felt her rapid heart rate. She unconsciously leaned closer, desire soaking her senses, prompting him to hold her.
Maybe today will be my day flashed across his mind, before his lips hungrily sucked on her neck.