"Have the car readied," Tae-hyung instructed Suho. "I'll be down in a few minutes." Drying his hair, he threw the damp towel aside and began to get dressed.
He was almost done dressing, and was putting on his tie when he walked out of the walk-in closet and stopped. His eyes fell on the sleeping form of his wife, who had more or less passed out in exhaustion on their bed. He should have been exhausted too by their marathon sex, but all he felt was invigorated.
He stared at his wife.
Her long hair was a tangled mess around her face and body, her hands were clenched, and there was a small frown on her face. She looked rebellious even in her sleep.
He knew she hadn't come to him last night because of a sudden change of heart about their marriage. He knew she had ulterior motives apart from just desire. He should have turned her attempt of seduction down as it was the right thing to do.
But he didn't want to do the right thing, even though he knew what would happen, the consequences of his actions— on her as well as on him.
Despite that knowledge, and despite knowing he would burn in hell for his decision, and despite knowing there would be no going back after, he still went ahead and took her and made her his in every possible way.
But was she truly his?
Ever since he married her, he had been fighting a two-front war. The first one was the long, ongoing war with the grim, harsh world to remain constantly on top. To not be killed by his enemies and instead take them down before they could get to him.
The second war was equally tough, if not more. A more intimate war. It was a war with the beautiful, rebellious woman he had forced into marriage.
Jimin and Jungkook had warned him from the beginning about his fixation on her. They called it an obsession at best and dangerous at worst.
It wasn't love for sure. Love was a softer, selfless emotion. He had witnessed love between his parents. And what he felt towards his rebellious wife was definitely a dangerous obsession.
He knew he shouldn't and couldn't afford to obsess about any woman, let alone obsess about the woman who loathed him because of his name and their families' intertwined history. But his obsession went beyond logic. The kind that might make him lose control and get himself killed.
"Will you kill me?" he asked, running a finger along her bare arm.
Even in her sleep, her body responded to him. Her skin broke out into goosebumps, and her swollen, reddened lips parted in a soft sigh as she shifted, revealing the tempting peaks of her aroused breasts.
With a harsh groan, he forced himself to step away, even though his body screamed at him to join his wife in bed to make her his again. Fighting for control, he finished securing his tie and then checked whether he had his gun in the concealed holster. He needed every bit of his concentration on the upcoming meeting which was as dangerous as it was important. With half a billion of losses, people were out for blood. A small slip-up and he would end up dead.
A grim smile passed on his face as he looked at the rumpled bed. The woman he married would most likely prefer his death, rather than him returning to her bed and demanding she give in to their base animal desires.
Unfortunately for her, he was determined not to die any time soon.
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