[ COLD || HUSBAND || JEON ]

p.t - 21

COMMENT 🔪

Date- wed, 26 Apr, 23

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"Step out of this room, I will break your legs."

His voice laced in the entire room. Filling them with seer silence. You halted on your step.

His voice held promise. Promise to ruin you up, Make a mess out of you.

You didn't dared to take another step. He's a man of his words, what if he really breaks your legs.

You're aware of his madness. He's a psycho when he gets angry. He wouldn't hesitate before doing so, and you wouldn't be able to even stop him.

But you don't justice his ego.

Your eyes shone with pure rage as you continued your steps forward.

Even after hearing the shifting of chair you wouldn't stopp.

The moment you reached the door you were sure to fly away from this hell of a house and call your friend.

The moment you touched the knob you were pulled back by a force and slammed down on the near couch.

You were unable to understand what just happened as he kicked your legs open spreading them apart as he placed his knee between them forcing it open. Placing his hands beside your head he hovered over your shocked face.

He wanted to mock at your color drained face.

"So my wife's legs are not precious to her huh?" He rasped through his breath brushing his his knee on your inner thigh, you shivered, scared of his next move, your breath quickened, his knee is super close to your feminine part. You dare move and it touches.

"The fuck are you-;"

"Shh," his index touched your parted lips. His dark eyes observing his finger, his index looks so fucking good on your cherry lips.

So fucking perfect.

His jaw ticked,

"You don't get to swear in my house, are we clear?" he husks in his deep breathy voice. his thumb replaced his index caressing your pattale lips. He wants to take it in his mouth and ravish it till you're senseless. your brows narrowed.

"Who the fuck are you-" he shove the tip of his thumb in your mouth.

"Fuck," he breathed out, eye's hazy it was a whisper to himself. You wouldn't even hear him.

His mind randomly roamed to different places, a desire to replace his finger with something else, Something bigger in size and better lingered in his absence of mind.

Your eyes widened, you tried to move away from him but got halted when his knee brushed against your core. You looked up at him, eye's delivering daggers to his soul.

If eye's could kill, he would be dead by now. He only smirked.

"That was your fault." He mocked at your stupidity to move while having him right in your center.

"Keep your filthy hands away from me!" You yelled using your hand, removing it from your mouth.

He grabbed your neck by his tattooed hand, you gasped at his cold hand, his hold clang around your neck like a choker, not too tight to cut your windpipe but tight enough to hold you in place. your hands went to rip them apart from your neck.

He neared to your face, your breath hardened looking at his dark aura. You turned your face aside, thinking he would kiss you so you hide your lips in your mouth but you gave him full access to your pretty addicting neck.