𝕎𝕙𝕪 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔸 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 // Donald Na X Fem Reader

{5} A Visit From The Devil

A.N.
Mature content ahead. It mentions adult things, like sex. Children, please do not read. (For anyone who missed the warning label in the description and Authors Note chapter there will be mention of more sex and sexual assault in future chapters. I'll put a trigger warning before each chapter that has the bad stuff and an Author's Note on the chapters with sex. Okay, enjoy.)

I struggled to break free from the guy's grip, but he wouldn't let me go. I let out a muffled scream, but he tightened his grip over my mouth and arm.

The guy hushed me and whispered. "You wouldn't want to wake your little friends up would you?"

Well I wouldn't mind if they woke up. Who the fuck is this?

I heard a soft chuckle and he started to move us from the living room into my bedroom. What the fuck? Is he going to-? No. No way is this gonna fucking happen. Not again and not to anyone else. Not if I can help it.

The second we got in my room, he kicked the door closed and let me go. I grabbed a small glass figurine I used for decoration on my bookshelf and turned around, swinging it. Just as it was about to hit the guy he put his hand up to stop it.

"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you."

"Fuck you," I lifted the figure back up to hit him as he reached over to turn the lights on.

Once the room was illuminated I saw none other than Donald Na.

"What. The. Fuck?!" I say.

"Dreadful etiquette, I know."

"Get out of my house."

"This is an apartment, miss (L/N)."

"I will fucking kill you. What are you doing here?"

He turned around and locked the door and then made his way to me. "See here's the thing, (Y/N)."

I began to back up until I hit a nightstand beside my bed.

"You are intriguing to me. I honestly don't know what it is about you, but even beat up, you draw me in."

"Get away from me."

"I'm not going to hurt you again. Not unless you give me a reason to."

He gets so close to me I can feel the heat coming off of his body. Then he leaned into me a little, placing both hands on the nightstand behind me. He towers over me with a smirk. I feel butterflies in my stomach.

"You," he gently places a finger under my chin and lifts it so our lips are aligned, "are extremely, beautiful."

I just stare into his ruby eyes, frozen. I'm not sure what to do. The more I stare at him the more I realize how attractive he is. Wait what? What am I thinking? This isn't some stupid romance novel.

I push him back. "I said to get away. Donald, I'll follow your orders. I'll put trust in your men. I will not allow you to break into my home and approach me like that."

"Your eyes went soft for a second."

"What?"

His smirk turns into a grin. "They were also a little lustful."

"Donald. Out. Now."

Before I can blink he's in front of me. His arm slithers around my waist and I'm trapped again. The other hand lifts my chin to align our lips once more.

"You know if you want me, you can feel free to call anytime, right?."

"Jokes on you. I don't even have a phone anymore."