Winter Swan

"That is the difference between you and me, Kail. While you were thinking of me for the past five years, I have been trying my best to forget you. Do you get it?"

At her determined words, Kail's face turned to that of faint despair. But he was still glaring at her and he was clearly not giving up. Silje wiped the blood from her lips and raised her voice.

"So go back to Oslo! Go away, Kail! Don't drag me back into your life. Don't make me get involved with the Bruntland family again. I am sick of your family."

After her angry outburst, silence fell. Kail looked at her with his empty eyes before replying slowly, "I'm sorry, but no."

He put out his cigarette elegantly and continued, "I don't care if Ingrid forced you to abort our baby or if you did it on your own. What is important is the fact that you left me. Well, I guess I don't even care about that anymore at this point," Kail announced as he threw his wine glass against the wall.

Smash!

"Come back to me, Silje."

His voice was quiet, but something inside of her exploded. She had been controlling her emotions so far, but suddenly she remembered the smell of the hospital and the hopelessness she felt after losing her baby. Silje became furious, especially because of Kail's obsession and possessiveness.

She walked toward him and screamed, "When I first met you, I was only seventeen. It's true that I was attracted to you. I won't deny it, but we were never really friends. We never really knew each other. The truth is, we never understood each other. Do you not remember? Did you forget?"

Silje was cruel, but she couldn't help it. She continued, "Did you really forget what actually happened? You cut my wrist with your knife."

Her lips continued to bleed, and a tense silence fell. Silje expected Kail to lash out, but to her surprise, he answered quietly, "No, I haven't forgotten."

With his darkened eyes, he slowly walked towards her. When Silje tensed, Kail held her hand and kissed her wrist.

"I never forgot you. I can never forget you. No matter how hard I try, I can't help but think of you constantly. I came to New York to take you back as mine again. You can't stop me, Silje."

With that, Kail suddenly ripped open her shirt and her black bra. Then he took her breast into his mouth.

It happened so unexpectedly that all Silje could do was moan.

"Stop…"

"I can't. I won't. Besides, you still have a debt you need to repay."

Kail started to roughly caress her body as he sucked on her breast.

"Ah…!"

"You have always been so cold, but now, you need to burn for me. Scream for me, Silje."

The penthouse became filled with sexual tension as Silje twisted her body with a groan. She wanted to escape but Kail's hard body pressed into hers roughly. She was trapped and Silje felt like she couldn't breathe.

Kail's large hands were rough and greedy as he grasped her breasts. Everything felt surreal to Silje. This situation… What Kail was doing to her…

She moaned through her clenched teeth.

"Stop… Ah… Stop. What are you doing?"

He ignored her and continued to caress her snow-white breasts. It seemed like he couldn't get enough of her, and his hands put her in a frenzy.

Kail's eyes and face were so cold, yet the way he touched her was burning hot. The contrast was so shocking that Silje got goosebumps.

"Stop…! Let go of me!"

She couldn't help her voice from becoming husky. Her mind was turning blank and her body reacted on its own accord. She felt the unwanted wetness between her legs, making her feel ashamed and angry at both Kail and herself.

Silje continued to protest, but he looked at her in annoyance. As he continued to stroke her, he said to Silje mockingly, "You keep saying no, but you are so wet now. What should we do about that?"

His words made her gasp.

"What should I do to you now?"

Staring at her angry face, Kail wiggled his finger and laughed at her.

"It's too late Silje. All you can do now is receive me."

He thrust into her without hesitation. He entered her deepest part and Silje groaned loudly as he moved inside of her.

"Ahh… Ahh…"

It was painful, but the pleasure from it was so familiar and profound that it scared her. She remembered this feeling. Silje tried so hard to forget it for the past five years, but clearly, her body remembered.

The incredible feeling of Kail inside her.

She remembered the sensation.

Silje remembered her first time with him. It was painful to begin with, but the pain quickly turned into unbelievable pleasure, and it was Kail who taught her of it.

This game they played, Kail and Silje… Their relationship had always been like this.

At this moment, Silje had only two options.

Go forward or retreat.

"Ahh…!"

He moved deeper into her and Silje gasped. Her eyes blurred and she yelled, "Ahh… What are you doing? Let me go! It hurts… It hurts too much. It feels like I'm burning inside."

Every time Kail moved on top of her, the strange heavy sensation inside her got more intense. A man entering her without a warning… Silje moaned and Kail ordered quietly, "Silje, if you want this to be over quickly, accept me willingly."

She was surrounded by Kail as he moved faster and harder. She was too tight, but as he persistently moved inside of her, it started to feel better.

"Ahh…!"

Silje fell back and screamed. Kail's breaths became irregular as he heard her moan for him.

"Ah… Haa…"

She felt like she was going to explode. Her face became pale and drops of sweat ran down her forehead.

"Stop… No! Aaa… Ahh… N, no…"

Kail's desire-filled eyes looked down at her as he moved passionately on top of her. Silje continued to moan and twist her body underneath him.

This was not a reunion. It was war.

A brutal war between them.

As their wet bodies collided against each other, Silje knew there would be no winner in this battle.

There would be only pain for both of them.

Her eyes burned as she glared at him. She could never forgive him for forcing her to feel this kind of painful pleasure. Kail was looking down at her coldly and not a single moan escaped from his lips, making Silje angrier.

This wasn't fair. Why did she have to be forced to feel such pleasure? She didn't want this.

Silje bit her lips hard.

"Ahh…! H-how much longer? Stop!"

Kail's answer was simple.

"Until you feel it."

"What?"

"I don't want to hold a frigid doll. I didn't come to New York for that."

With that, Kail moved even harder, making Silje groan.

"Ah… Stop. I said stop…"

Just then, an even greater pleasure unexpectedly started to erupt in her. Until now, it was a mix of pain and pleasure, but now, Silje started to experience the pure desire and pleasure from Kail's body.

"…!"