The door slammed. Hyunjin’s rage filled the penthouse. “Sasha! You fucking disobeyed me!” My father, all sharp lines and fury, grabbed my wrist. “Your ankle. The competition. You were on the ice for two extra hours. Do you want to ruin your career?”

I trembled. “I needed the practice.”

“You need to obey!” he roared, his grip bruising. The other members of Stray Kids watched from the living room, a tense audience. I saw Felix’s gentle eyes full of pity.

Later, a soft knock. Felix slipped into my room. “He shouldn’t have screamed,” he murmured, his hand cupping my cheek. “Let me make it better.”

His apology wasn’t with words. He pushed me against the wall, his mouth claiming mine, all tongue and heat. His hands slid under my leotard, palming my tits, thumbs circling my nipples until they were hard pebbles. “So tense,” he breathed against my neck, biting down.

He sank to his knees, yanking my leggings and panties down. “Gonna eat this pretty pussy as my apology.” His tongue was flat and broad, lapping at my slit. The sound was wet, obscene. He fucked me with his tongue, then zeroed in on my clit, sucking it like a tiny cock. I gasped, my fingers in his hair.

“Not enough,” he growled, standing. He turned me around, bending me over my vanity. “He hurt you. I’ll make you feel so good it hurts better.” I heard him spit,