"Rihan! We got the results back from the second corpse!" Minjae exploded the moment the call connected. "The needle prick! Turns out it was a massive dose of sedative. The kind they use in hospitals during surgery. But the politician? Nothing. His blood was clean."
At the same time, Taeryn had his mouth on Rihan's chest, his lips dragging lower, fingers tugging impatiently at the red corset. He finally gave up on the fabric and shoved the shirt aside completely, locking his lips around Rihan's nipple and licking the hardened peak with slow, hungry strokes. His other hand was already teasing the other nipple through the shirt.
Rihan sucked in a sharp breath.
"Which means…" he exhaled, his fingers tightening in Taeryn's sweater, "the politician was probably operated on while awake."
"Yeah," Minjae sighed, completely oblivious to Rihan's unsteady breathing. "Do you think another corpse will turn up? Because right now this is looking like a total dead end."
