The air between them was thick with something unspoken—something dangerous, intoxicating.
Taehyung's dark eyes pinned her in place, his tall, commanding frame crowding her against the cold glass of his penthouse window. The glittering city lights stretched beyond them, a world so vast, yet she felt like she was trapped in his cage. And the most sinful part? She didn't want to escape.
His fingers ghosted over her bare arm, sending a shiver down her spine. "Say it." his voice was low, guttural. "Say you want me to stop."
Her breath hitched. The way he looked at her—like he would ruin her, like she belonged to him—made her knees weak. But it wasn't fear that rooted her in place. It was him. The man she had sworn to resist.
"I—" she started, but the words tangled in her throat.
Taehyung's jaw clenched. His patience was a fragile thing, fraying at the edges. He had kept himself restrained, despite the possessiveness that burned through his veins. He had spent sleepless nights haunted by her scent, her touch, her defiance. And now, with her pressed against him, there was no turning back.
"You drive me fucking insane," he rasped, his thumb brushing against her lower lip, his gaze dark and hungry. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you like this?"
She swallowed hard, her pulse racing. "Taehyung, this… this is dangerous."
He let out a humorless chuckle, leaning in until their breaths mingled. "Dangerous?" His lips barely skimmed her cheek, his voice a slow caress. "Baby, I am danger. And yet, here you are… standing right in the lion's den."
She knew she should push him away. She should remind him of the consequences. He was a ruthless billionaire, a man whose mere name sent shivers down the spines of his enemies. She was just a girl tangled in a world she had no business being in.
But when his hand trailed down her waist, gripping her possessively, she couldn't think straight.
"I shouldn't want you," she whispered, her hands trembling against his chest.
His lips curled into a smirk, but his eyes held something darker. "Then don't." His voice was a challenge, laced with something sinful. "But I dare you to walk away."
Silence stretched between them, thick with tension, with anticipation.
She didn't move.
A slow, satisfied growl rumbled in his chest. "That's what I thought."
And then his lips crashed onto hers.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't hesitant. It was raw, consuming—just like him. His fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back as he deepened the kiss, as if he wanted to devour her whole. She gasped against his mouth, her hands fisting his shirt, trying to anchor herself.
His grip tightened, his body pressing flush against hers, pinning her between him and the cold glass. His heat, his scent, his touch—it was all too much.
"T-Taehyung—" she gasped, but he didn't let her go.
"Tell me to stop," he murmured against her lips, his hands sliding down her curves, igniting fire in their wake. "Tell me… or I'll take what's already mine."
Her heart pounded. She could feel the control slipping, could feel herself being pulled into his orbit, just like she always had.
"I…" Her voice wavered, torn between reason and the undeniable pull of him.
His fingers tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with possession, with obsession.
"You're already mine," he whispered. "You just don't want to admit it."
At that moment, she knew.
She was lost.
Hopelessly. Irrevocably.
Lost in him.
Taehyung's lips barely left hers as he scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her away from the window, away from the city lights that bore witness to their unraveling.
Her arms wrapped around his neck on instinct, her mind clouded by his intoxicating presence. She knew she should stop him—stop this—but every fiber of her being was screaming for more.
He kicked open the bedroom door, the heavy oak slamming against the wall, but he didn't stop. He strode inside with purpose, his grip on her tight, like he was afraid she'd vanish if he let go.
Her breath came in short, shallow gasps as he placed her down onto the massive bed, his body towering over hers. The dim glow of the chandelier cast shadows over his face, making him look even more dangerous, more untouchable.
But she wanted to touch him.
Taehyung leaned down, caging her beneath him. His fingers traced the strap of her dress, sliding it down her shoulder at an agonizing pace. He watched her, his eyes never leaving hers, as if searching for hesitation, for a sign that she'd stop him.
She didn't.
A dark smirk curled his lips. "Good girl," he murmured.
Heat pooled in her stomach at those words, her body betraying her, responding to him in ways she couldn't control.
His lips followed the path of his fingers, pressing slow, lingering kisses down her collarbone, across the sensitive skin of her neck. Every touch was possessive, claiming.
"I've waited too long for this," he rasped against her skin, his voice thick with need. "Too many nights, too many times I've held myself back. But not anymore."
Her fingers curled into the silk sheets beneath her, trying to ground herself. "Taehyung—"
"I need you to understand something, baby." He lifted his head, his gaze locking onto hers, serious, intense. "I don't do temporary. I don't do casual."
She swallowed hard, her heartbeat erratic. "What are you saying?"
His hand slid up her thigh, slow, torturous. "I'm saying, once I have you…" He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "There's no going back."
A shudder ran through her at the sheer dominance in his tone.
Taehyung pulled back just enough to search her face, his dark brows furrowing. "Tell me now if you don't want this."
She opened her mouth, ready to speak, but nothing came out. Because the truth was, she did want this. Wanted him.
That realization hit her like a tidal wave.
She had fought it, denied it, convinced herself that this was nothing more than a dangerous game. But it wasn't. Not anymore.
Because she wasn't just another woman in Taehyung's world.
She was his.
And some twisted part of her had always known that.
A slow smile spread across his face as he read the answer in her eyes. "That's my girl."
His lips crashed onto hers once more, but this time, there was no restraint, no hesitation.
There was only them—two souls colliding, burning, breaking apart, and coming back together in the most sinful, beautiful way.
She wasn't just lost in him.
She was consumed.