FILTHY INFATUATION [KTH]

29 FILTHY INFATUATION

29| "A desire so crude"

Taehyung was a riveting man with many layers. He was an enigma that couldn't be solved so easily, it filled Nina with the urge to unravel him piece by piece, break his cold armour to explore those parts that had been unknown to her. 

The red-haired beauty had always felt this shady air clinging to Taehyung. It was violent, it was fierce, and it declared that he was able to do pretty good damage in his wake. Nina ought to hate this man yet she longed to learn every secret of his, no matter how crooked and filthy they were. 

Wait, did Nina loathe Taehyung when she was ready to grasp, carry and keep every ugly part of him? 

Nina would lie if she said she wasn't a little bit stunned and thoroughly intrigued after finding out that Taehyung owned a sex club. And for a beat, Nina found herself questioning a lot of things.

Did the clients sleep with the performers? Was there any kind of agreement that binds them in this club? Was there any sort of illicit sinister activity going around this place? Was Taehyung doing an illegal job? Did Taehyung work for the underworld and run this club for them?

That dramatic, chest-clutching gasp followed.

The last question was an exaggeration, however, not entirely wrong. Taehyung had connections with people who were from the underworld— according to Taehyung, Nina didn't need the details. 

Nina's mouth parched as she gingerly walked beside Taehyung in a brightly lit, crazy huge room. The two, bulky, black-suited security guards shut the brass doors behind them. The vacancy of the room made the clicking of the door so obnoxiously loud that Nina sensed it lingering in the hollow of her bones. 

There was a door that led to another room. In the center of the room was a red shade couch. Next to it was a trolley bar, filled with different sorts of cocktails, wine bottles, and an ice bucket. Everything was well arranged. Lastly, Nina noticed there was a big ass glass wall in front of the couch. Interesting. It reminded her of the nearest ballet hall to her apartment.

Clutching her pendant, Nina eyed Taehyung peeling off his blazer and then tossing it on the couch. Her clutch tightened around her pendant like every nerve tightening under her skin. There, a luscious curl settled in her stomach and her ovaries bellowed in delight. That bulging biceps, that narrow waist, that broad scratchable back, and that ass so firm curving out of his pants was an embodiment of sin.

Phew, Nina fanned herself with her hands. This was a serious situation, ladies. The air was roof scorching and the more she focused on Taehyung, the more this sexual tension thickened. 

"You can ask me anything, Red. I'll clear all your confusion." His voice, rich and darker than her favorite chocolate, tolled inside her ears, ripping her out of her eye-fucking-daze. A frisky smirk kissed the corner of Taehyung's lips and he casually dropped a piece of ice in the tumbler, pouring himself a drink. 

If Nina thought she could sneakily check him out like a complete pervert and Taehyung wouldn't know then she was dead wrong. Taehyung could pretty well discern the eye-fucking, especially on his ass. The cocky he was, he certainly enjoyed the attention. 

"Oh, I'm just a little astonished—" Nina let her pendant go, acting all relaxed though her insides were quaking with urgency. Taehyung faced her, pretending to act oblivious to her inviting stares as he lifted his left brow and lowered his body to sit on the couch.