Mikaela grunts as his head hits the leather-clad seats, "What the hell are you doing? Is your bodyguard right there?"
However, his low, frustrated low tone has a hint of slight anticipation.
"Pay no mind to him. He won't bother us." Ji-hoon says as he hovers over Mikaela, "I wasn't lying when I said your scent is sweet. Did you use a different soap today? Change of perfume, perhaps? Tell me."
He places his mouth on Mikaela's neck, sinking his teeth into the pale skin. His body squirms in response.
"Is your neck that sensitive? I've barely left a mark." Ji-hoon asks, but he doesn't wait for an answer before taking a bite of the smooth flesh.
"Fuck!" Mikaela curses aloud as he pushes Ji-hoon's head off using all his arm strength.
Damn this man to hell! God that hurts so bad, fucking animal!'
Mikaela winces as he assesses the mark, his fingertips feeling something else.
Blood.
Crap, I'm bleeding. This mad man bit into me too deep. It's going to bruise.
