Sinful Desire KTH FF

chapter 24 18+

Yn pov

I opened my eyes and felt a huge headache and then I started absorbing the unfamiliar surroundings

First, I determine that I'm indeed lying on a bed. A big bed, probably king-sized. There are pillows and a blanket, and the sheets are soft and pleasant to the touch. Likelyexpensive.

For some reason, i remembered what happened before I got here ,that scares me even more.

Crawling to the edge of the bed, I sit up, and My bare feet touch the floor. It's smooth and cold to the touch, like hardwood.

I prepared myself and stand up, ready to do further exploration.

At that moment, I hear the door opening.

A soft light comes on. Even though it's not bright, I'm blinded for a minute. I blink a few times, and my eyes adjust.

And I see him.

Taehyung.

He stands in the doorway like a dark angel. His hair curls a little around his face, softening the hard perfection of his features. His eyes are trained on my face, and his lips are curved in a slight smile.

He's stunning.And utterly terrifying.

My instincts had been right this man is capable of anything.

Taehyung : Hello, Y/n," he says softly, entering the room.

I cast a desperate glance around me. I see nothing that could serve as a weapon.

My mouth is dry like the desert. I can't even gather enough saliva to talk. So I just watch him stalk toward me like a hungry tiger approaches its prey.

I am going to fight if he touches me.

He comes closer, and I take a step back. Then another and another, until I'm pressed against the wall.

He lifts his hand, and I tense, preparing to defend myself.

But he's merely holding a bottle of water and offering it to me.

Taehyung : Here," he says. "I figured you must be
thirsty."
Deja vu !!!

I stare at him. I'm dying of thirst, but I don't want him to do something nasty with me

He seems to understand my hesitation.

Taehyung: "Don't worry, kitten. It's just water. I want you awake and conscious."

I don't know how to react to that. My heart is hammering in my throat, and I feel sick with fear.

He stands there, patiently watching me , I give in to my thirst and take the water from him. My hand shakes, and my fingers brush against his in the process. A wave of heat rolls through me, a strange reaction that I ignore.

Now I have to unscrew the cap-which means. He's observing my dilemma with interest and no small measure of amusement. Thankfully, he's not touching me. He's standing less than two feet away and simply watching me.

I press my arms tightly against my body, and  lift the bottle to my lips to drink.

The cool liquid feels amazing on my parched lips and tongue. I drink until the entire bottle is gone. I can't remember the last time water tasted so good. Dry mouth must be the side effect of whatever drug he used to get me here.

Now I can talk again, so I ask him,

yn: "Why?" To my huge surprise, my voice sounds almost normal.

He lifts his hand and touches my face again. Just like he did at the club. And again, I stand there helplessly and let him. His fingers are gentle on my skin, his touch almost tender. It's such a stark contrast to the whole situation that I'm disoriented for a moment.