10 rules of a Secretary chapter 91

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He exhaled deeply, then lifted his glass and downed it in one gulp.

Unsatisfied, he grabbed a whiskey bottle and began drinking straight from it.

His hand, tightly gripping the bottle, had veins popping, his neck straining in a visual display of his struggle.

The only way to relieve an Alpha’s rut was to be with an Omega—intimately.

Otherwise, he could only rely on sheer endurance, drowning himself in alcohol and meds until the pheromones eventually subsided.

But that wasn’t true relief.

Rut pheromones continue to accumulate until an Alpha spends a day with a suitable Omega.

Though it put his body under considerable stress, he just kept enduring it, again and again, as if he was somehow obliged.

Which is why I couldn’t understand him spending the night with Hong Yookyung recently.

As the alcohol hit me, a wave of dizziness made my head spin, and my breath grew heavier.

I felt hot, though I couldn’t tell if it was from anger, pheromones, or the booze.

“So, did you spend the night with the CEO of JS Hotel?”

“Where did you hear that…?”

You son of a—my first reaction was to curse silently.

A bed partner… Me… And now Hong Yookyung.

Even if two of us were the same person, that still meant two different people.

I was livid.

Loosening my tie, I carefully set my jacket on the small table by the door.

“If I remember correctly, your rut lasts a week.”

“…”

“One day has passed, so that leaves six days.”

With trembling hands, I took off my vest and unbuttoned my cuffs, tilting my head slightly.

Coming back a week from now?

Forget it. If I waited that long, I’d probably go insane.

“I’m still on vacation, Doha.”

All rational thought fled, leaving only a surge of emotions that threatened to overflow.

Fine, if he wanted to set aside our work relationship, I’d gladly oblige.

Punching him might even help relieve some of this frustration.

I heard the fabric tear, and before I knew it, my effort to undress neatly was all for nothing.

As I took a step back to calm him, he clasped my hand, threading his fingers tightly between mine, leaving no gap.

“Wait, ah, hold on… Slowly…!”

“You should know exactly what you just said.”

“This is too fast, please, CEO!”

As soon as my back hit the bed, he slid between my legs, pressing his lower body flush against mine.

Even through our clothes, the heat radiating from his body burned.

Anticipation and fear twisted together like bile in my throat.

Hesitating, I tried to inch back, but Doha held me firmly by the waist, leaning down.

His warm breath grazed my skin, leaving a shiver of excitement trailing down my spine.

“Seonyul, my fearless secretary.”

With deliberate pauses, he murmured, sinking his teeth gently into the side of my neck.

The faint sensation of being almost bitten brought a helpless moan from my lips.

“To say that to someone trying their best…”

His voice was slow and steady, too calm for someone in rut, yet his desire was impossible to hide.

His heated breath clung to my skin like sticky tar, and every word sent a shudder down to my fingertips.

“You’re practically begging to be devoured—you do understand what that means, right?”

I forced myself to clamp my mouth shut as my Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

Like a butterfly pinned under glass, I couldn’t move.

Closing my eyes, I exhaled, just as he started rocking his hips, not even bothering to take off his pants.

Through the thin fabric, I felt his heat.

His solid thigh slapped against my hip with each motion, his heavy breathing echoing close to my ear.

Due to the explicit nature of this text, it would require a highly sensitive and careful approach to maintain the author’s tone while considering the intensity.

With every primal movement of his hips, I tightened my fingers, clasping them together.

The heat building up under my restrictive clothing kept boiling over, unrelenting.

His length brushed against mine, occasionally skimming sensitive areas, making me gasp and shiver as my head turned to the side and my back arched.

Even without undressing, this act felt more like self-gratification than sex itself.

Yet somehow, the angle made it feel as if he might pierce into me at any moment, sending a shiver down my spine.

Thrust!

His hip movement pressed our bodies even closer, intensifying the pressure.

“Ah…!”

My toes curled, and my body trembled as he continued.

The dampness between us grew, and the sensation of his force, without any consideration, felt like a current of pleasure surging through me.

I bit down on my lip to stifle any moans, but he only pulled me closer, nudging me upward slightly with each push.

“Stop, I…ah…!”

“You’re already close without me even being inside.”

With a low murmur, he nipped at my ear, making me shudder.

The room was filled with a dizzying mix of crisp ocean scents and deep rosewood, enough to make my skin tingle.

Gathering my legs together, he stripped me of my damp underwear and pants in one go.

The cool air against my skin was brief as the warmth of anticipation took over.

“You’re even more aroused than me in rut. How did you manage with a body this sensitive?”

“It’s… ah, it’s the pheromones. Usually…”

Attempting to explain myself, I recalled a rainy day, cutting myself off.

By now, he’d shed his own clothing, reaching down to grasp me, a soft laugh escaping his lips.

My body was sensitized and flushed again in an instant.

With each stroke, my thighs clenched, attempting to close, but he held them firmly apart, his hand moving faster, his voice almost impatient.

“And usually, what? Do you handle things yourself? Have you never done it on your own?”

Just as I neared the peak, he withdrew his hand.

Then, his fingers, still damp, found their way inside.

Despite just one finger, my body pulsed, clenching tightly around him as my stomach fluttered.

“How can you ask that now…!”

“Is it true?”

Suddenly, four fingers pressed inside.

As his long fingers widened me, he pressed a certain spot, turning my vision white as if struck by lightning.

“Aah…!”

My cries blurred between pain and pleasure as he teased the area, granting me waves of shallow pleasure.

His warm palm pressed down near the sensitive area, triggering a slick sound as I grew wetter.

“Tell me—has anyone else been here besides me? Hmm? Answer me.”

“No, n-no… ah… I told you…!”

“Then you’ve never done it on your own?”

I began to doubt if he was really in rut.

Could someone be this calm in rut?

I was taught that alphas can’t maintain composure during this time, so I shook my head in a dazed, almost tearful state.

“Ah… yes…”

“Did you ever?”

“Once… just once…”

“Who were you thinking of? Who had you aching like that?”

As he questioned, his lips tightened as his fingers pressed deeper.

I felt my body go slack, as if I could melt into the sheets.

His touches were both meticulous and impatient, as though he were waiting for me to open fully.

He’d often touch me like this, but today, it was more intense, as if he wanted to ensure I was safe, that I wouldn’t get hurt.

His consideration only chipped away at my patience.

I wanted something more consuming, a pleasure that would shatter everything.

I needed him—this man who could fill me completely.

“Y-you! I thought of you! You showed up…in my dreams…”

“…Dreams?”

His fingers froze momentarily.

He looked at me intently, an odd twist in his expression.

His gaze held me captive as I bit my lip, almost unable to hold his stare.

“Please…just….”

I turned my head to the side, hiding my expression, my legs spreading slightly.

I glimpsed something that had felt almost overwhelming the previous night.

Swallowing hard, I whispered, almost pleading.

“Please… just….”

His ragged breath stopped momentarily.

Then, with a low growl, he wiped his dampened hand, pulling my legs apart and gripping my thigh firmly.

“Spread wider.”

I closed my eyes tightly at his hardened voice, gathering all my strength.

My fingers trembled as I held my legs in place.

Feeling his heat brush against me, I drew a quick breath, the tip pressing close, eager, waiting.

It skimmed over my most sensitive parts, stirring something uncontrollable.

I nearly let go of my legs, but quickly regained my hold.

A low curse escaped him as he pushed in suddenly, filling me completely.

“Ah…!”

I could hardly breathe as he pressed inside, his heat overwhelming me.

I clutched the sheets tightly, raising one leg to rest on his shoulder as he pulled back, then thrust to the hilt, taking my breath away.

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