Fake Love (Mafia au)

CHAPTER 20: DRESS SHOPPING

Nari's POV

"Taehyung!" I snarled as he squeezed my waist too hard. "Stop! What the hell has gotten into you?" I jumped as his hands found their way to a spot that was ticklish.

And of course, I received no answer, really no way of knowing if he'd even actually heard me. Holding me as he walked, Taehyung stared straight ahead, almost in a daze.

It annoyed the shit out of me.

"Hey," I said.

No response.

"If you don't respond to me, I'm going to run and make love to that hot guy with the scar," I sassed, swimming in dangerous waters. 

And when Taehyung finally looked into my eyes, I realized that I'd stupidly, utterly stupidly, fucked up. They glowed with rage like nothing I'd ever seen, hotter than hell's fire, burning brighter than the sun, they scorched me alive, drowning me in the sheer rage and anger that swarmed with raw emotion.

Taehyung's arm wrapped too tightly around my waist, pulling me flush against his muscular chest tightly and quickly. His other hand found its way to my chin as he yanked my head up painfully, leveling me so he was all I could see. 

"Love," he purred terrifyingly. "That wasn't the wisest thing to say."

His hand put a little too much pressure on my hip.

"Don't you dare talk about another man in my presence," he growled softly, then hurriedly pulled me with him, keeping me at his side. "There will be no tolerance for that kind of shit, you hear me, Beautiful?"

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not deaf, Taehyung."

He hummed, "Are you sure? Or is it the listening disorder?"

I gasped and smacked his chest, my gaze fluttering to his pretty eyes. "You're starting a war that you can't win!"

Taehyung grinned a little too wide and my upper lip curled with disgust, "Sweetheart when has there ever been a war I haven't won?"

I flinched as his other arm came around my body, as he caged me up against him, so close to the point where I could feel his breath on my forehead. He lowered his head down to my level, so we were face to face, and he inched closer, slowly but surely.

Closer.

His breath gently caressing my lips.

I swallowed, pressing my hands to his chest to move him away from me.

Taehyung wasn't having it, and instead grabbed my hands touching his chest and yanked me forward more, crashing me into him if possible.

"I swear to God," I hissed in a hushed tone. "Don't you fucking dare you piece of shit."

Taehyung hummed, as if not comprehending a single word I'd said. He only ran his hands up and down my sides and back, as if feeling as much of me as he could. 

And I was done.

I slammed my foot on his toe and elbowed his stomach, making sure to give a good knee to the crotch as I watched him double over in pain. He grunted in agony, and a warm satisfied feeling lit up my chest.

"Fuck, Nari!" he cursed with a groan. He gritted his teeth, letting out labored breaths of agony.

"Oh, sir," a soft voice gasped. "Are you alright!" 

"He's just fine," I almost snapped, turning around to see who was standing in the doorway.

There was a young, gorgeous woman standing there. Soft, pale skin and light blushing cheeks, glossly lips, and bright brown eyes with hair dyed blonde, she was literally perfect. "Are you sure that young man is alright?" she asked innocently.