Burning The House Of Cards: taking revenge on my billionaire family
Chapter 99 - 98. Worship (M)

Chapter 99: Chapter 98. Worship (M)

Perhaps because both of them rarely cried, the tears stopped shortly after. But not with the hug. It didn’t seem like they wanted to separate from each other, even while Sarah was grumbling on Hajin’s shoulder.

"Why are you so stupid?"

"I’m sorry."

"You hypocrite!"

"I’m sorry,"

"Were you going to tell me if I didn’t find out?"

"...I’m sorry."

Sarah pulled away and hit the man’s shoulder as hard as she could--even though it still didn’t make him flinch. She would have grabbed a cushion and smashed the handsome face with it too if she could, but Hajin was holding her tightly on his lap.

Oh--it was too exhausting to get emotional in the middle of summer.

"I’m sorry, Princess. I truly didn’t think it was important--I didn’t even think about that man’s existence," Hajin said, looking up at the girl with nothing but sincerity in his eyes.

If the aunt had not talked to him and made the connection between him and Chairman Yoo, Hajin would probably never have met the man. The only time the man’s existence ever crossed his mind was when her mother returned to this country and when he felt angry because Sarah didn’t trust him back then.

Even so, it was nothing more than a fleeting thought.

Why would he consider someone he had never seen as his father? Even if her mother loved the man to death, even if the man would be willing to love him as a son, he was past the age of needing parental affection--which, in his opinion, his mother had fulfilled plenty.

The half part of his genes was nothing more than a forgotten piece of background identity. He did not carry it with him, nor did he want to use it.

Unless, of course, his princess willed him to.

But would she? Making him destroy another family for her benefit? Hajin didn’t think so.

Naturally, Sarah herself never wanted Hajin to do something like that. Still, that wasn’t the issue. Narrowing her eyes, Sarah asked again. "Did you really have no idea that Auntie would take you to him?"

Hajin parted his lips, seemingly wanting to answer, before pausing. He only replied a few seconds later, lowering his head while at it. "I’m sorry--"

"When?!" Sarah hit his shoulder again. "The first time she called you?!"

"...I’m sorry,"

"You--" Sarah raised her hand again, but gritted her teeth to hold herself back because her fist started to get sore. Besides, it wasn’t effective against a former agent with a trained body. She scowled and grabbed his shirt again. "What more do you hide?!"

"Nothing, I swear!" Hajin shook his head quickly. He stroked the girl’s back and looked at her hopelessly. "I’ll tell you about my time in the state and Aegis if you want, but I promise you I have nothing to hide anymore."

Sarah bit her lips as she looked at that pleading look. How unfair! How could she say no to that beautiful face making that kind of expression?!

She furrowed her brows deeply as she vented through a warning shout. "Never do that again!"

"Yes, Princess. I shall never hide things from you again," Hajin replied quickly with a relieved smile, gently stroking the knot between the girl’s brows until it smoothened.

Sarah pursed her lips, feeling annoyed but also relieved. It was like looking at the clear sky after going through a raging monsoon, that sensation of getting through something important.

Indeed, she felt she was taking a big leap. The trust and the heart she chose to grant someone was something she never even thought she could ever give away.

Hajin drank the softening expression on the girl’s face. His princess. His world. What would he do if she decided to discard forgiveness and throw him away? At that point, Hajin didn’t even know anymore.

The thought of leaving Sarah’s side was something he did not dare to entertain.

"Princess, you asked me who I was earlier," Hajin held the girl’s hands, rubbing the reddened skin used to hit him angrily earlier. "I am Ryu Hajin, the way you are Lee Seul-ah. I am my mother’s son, the way you are your mother’s daughter. I have nothing else in this world but you."

There was no father for him, just like there was only pain in hers. He held no other identity but a man who had decided to tie himself to a woman, to enslave himself for that woman’s cause.

"I am Ryu Hajin, and I will be yours forever--no," Hajin looked into the shaking black eyes, grey eyes as clear as a river. "Will you let me be yours forever, Seul-ah?"

The answer came not with words, but with the union of their lips. Sweet, raw, and nothing bore the softness and hesitation that their previous kisses held. An honest kiss, containing her passion and silent confession. Even Hajin, who used to control himself quite well, felt himself blurred into a single thought anchored to the girl’s existence.

"My Princess..." he whispered breathlessly at her answer, kissing the line of her lips as his hands held tightly to her figure. "Lee Seul-ah," he grazed his lips on her ear, traveling down her jaw, and pressed his nose on her neck, inhaling the scent of fresh perfume and the sun. "Seul-ah..."

Sarah took a deep, stuttered breath at how her name, uttered in that deep voice laced with affection settled firmly into her soul. She felt like she would fall, but Hajin held her steadily, like usual. Like always, anchoring her to the moment.

"Haa..." Sarah exhaled slowly, holding the man’s face between her slightly trembling hands, whispering against his lips. "Jin...bed..."

This time, the stuttered breath came from Hajin, who immediately held her even tighter while he was getting up with her safely tucked in his arms. He wobbled slightly on the way--not because of the weight or because he lost balance, but because he got impatient.

Or perhaps because he couldn’t see the way with how Sarah held her face and kissed him endlessly. Hajin didn’t even know how he managed to reach the bedroom and the bed since he couldn’t think of anything but his princess’s lips. Seemed like his routine security inspection had burned the annex’s layout in his subconsciousness.

Sarah even managed to take off her shirt and throw away her bra--which paused their kiss and made Hajin grunt in disappointment at the loss of her lips--before they reached the bed. There was no need to ask for confirmation; the permission was right there, on the display of her bare skin.

Hajin stared at her as she lay across the mattress, grey eyes unblinking. No matter how many times he laid his eyes upon her bare skin, it was still intoxicating. Sarah was objectively not the prettiest woman he had slept with, nor she was the most seductive. But beauty was not objective, and the moment he set his life on her, Sarah never failed to make him feel like he basked in the world’s most beautiful creature.

And God...when she was like this...looking at him with bated breath, almost breathless from their kiss, flushed spreading from her cheeks to her modest but pretty chest...nothing in this world was more alluring.

Hajin didn’t mind just spending time staring at her like this.

He stroked her cheek, rubbing the slightly swollen flesh beneath her still-wet lower lashes. "Princess..."

"Show me..." she took a sharp breath, chest expanding quickly and inviting Hajin to dive in between. "How much you’re sorry."

Oh, he would. He certainly would. Hajin would make it his life mission if he must, and he certainly showed it right away as he lowered his head to kiss every inch of the girl’s body. Feathery kisses, deep kisses--while none of them left marks, Sarah felt like there was no spot that Hajin hadn’t touched. If it wasn’t with his lips, then it was with his hands, which never stopped traveling across her skin; her breasts, massaging gently before the lips took over; the expanse of her back and ghosting touches along the waistband of her summer shorts.

Those crafty fingers held onto the edge for a long time as the lips explored every dot of ink on Sarah’s skin until the girl clutched his dark locks instead of the sheet and Hajin took it as a sign for him to shed the rest of the fabric off her body.

He did it gently, even if he only needed to pull the shorts down--which wasn’t hard at all. But at that moment, her clothes were akin to sacred garments, and Sarah was his goddess. He almost regretted letting her take off her own shirt, because as much as he loved seeing her bare skin, he loved unwrapping her just as much.

And if Sarah thought Hajin didn’t blink, that was because he didn’t. She drank that gaze, tasting the worship and the desire; the adoration swam inside those grey eyes as moved down, and down, and oh...down.