Shades Of Regret 🔞 || A Kim Taehyung Fanfic

Chapter 54

Alani's POV

I tilt my head at him-quizzically which he dismisses with a "you'll find out later."

"Perhaps a crime worse than merely messing with people's emotions will do." He nearly whispers, tapping his chin with the tip of his index finger.

I gaze up at him- shuffling my feet- confused. "What are you suggesting now?" I was anxious since nothing about his looks suggested that he was joking.

'You wouldn't just let her go after what she did, right?'

I drew in a fast breath, embraced my body- pulled my legs up-and summoned my mind back to the present.

Do I regret it now? Yes. I can still picture the pool of blood she was sloshing in -- mimicking tiny rubies scattered-- just by gazing at the red fluid in the clear glass in front of me.

It is insane how much he has ruined my life, how much I regret meeting him and falling prey to his seductive, manipulative ways. It is crazy how one man, made me experience uncountable shades of regret in one life.

The faint sound of tires squealing surrounded me as my window suddenly let in more light than before. My lips were parted, and a heaving sigh came forth. "Surely Ansel." I thought to myself. I dug the heels of my palms into my eyes, attempting to chase the numbness away. As I stood up, I pulled at the edge of the sweater to cover the shorts that clung to my thighs.

Author's POV

She calmly wrapped her fingers around the cold doorknob and twisted it clockwise, the door creaked open revealing the dark figure.

"Taehyung." Her eyes widened and her voice barely leaving her lips.

He stood infront of her, with his shirt tucked into a pair of black pants. His hair was combed back with a few strands covering his forehead.

"Say my name again, exactly like that." Alani's heart sinks as he speaks with a sick glimmer in his eyes. She continued to move backwards with trembling legs until her warm skin touched the frigid wall and a gasp escaped her lips. "I missed this." He talked with a deep voice that was tenderly laced. She would fall for it again if she didn't know any better.

Taehyung places his curled index finger under her chin, raising her head to take a good look at her trembling lips and watery eyes as he moved closer to level his face to hers. Like he always did, his black eyes peering from under his thick lashes made her heart race more, but this time it was out of pure fear, and she dropped her gaze.

She heard a breathy chuckle before feeling gentle, soft strokes along her neck.

"Ahh. Did I make you cry?" He asked mockingly before grazing his soft lips against hers.

He gently rubbed his nose against her neck, leaving feathery kisses along her neck and reaching her collarbone. The female could barely move a muscle while her heart raced, reaching the hollowness of her stomach.

Pulling away, Taehyung rolls his tongue over his lips, enjoying the tensed up figure of the woman captured between him and the wall.

When her eyes fell on the open door, her legs recklessly made an attempt to reach it.

But before she could reach it, he sprinted to the door, his muscular body blocking the exit and his arms crossed across his chest.

As soon as she noticed the arm on her slim waist, in one swift movement her body was thrown on her sofa next to the door with the man's knee forcing her thighs to spread open.

Alani curled her fingers against her palms tightly, to the point of drawing blood by her sharp nails digging into her flesh and she was sure her fast breathing could be heard from miles away.

She whimpers, "no," but her body is unmoving as a thick bead of tear rolled down her crimson cheek.

He roughly pulled her body against his, his muscles showing under the dark blue shirt as he sneered cockily.

"You made me sad." His jaw was clenched and every word that left his mouth, accentuated the sharpness more. "You think I wouldn't tell you everything, like Ansel did?" He fake frowned as he moved one hand to her face before his fingers tightly wrapped themselves around her neck, squeezing the sides- the two silver rings mimicked a necklace on her neck. "I was expecting to be entertained for a bit more."

And his other arm stayed on her thigh. His cold fingers were now etching patterns on her thigh while she just broke down in tears, no battle left in her body. "Leave me alone." Her voice cracked as she tried raising it.

"When things aren't in my control, I get mad," He slowly ran the back of his hand over my nipple, complaining. "It just bothers me and puts me into a shitty mood as well."

His touch disgusted her. "What did I ever do to you?" She wailed, placing her hand over his hand that was locked on her jaw.

"The moan of pain," He exhales. "is really something."

A/N

Wanted to end the book with this chapter but then I decided that I should have another chapter to not rush the climax.

The story is very messy but thanks for sticking with me :)