Y/N's POV
When I opened my eyes, it was day. I was lying in white sheets, wearing a T-shirt and briefs. I seemed to recall falling asleep with the bathrobe on... Had the Man in Black changed my clothes? In order to do that, he'd have to first remove the bathrobe. And that meant he had seen me naked. That thought wasn't exactly pleasant, even though it had to be said that Jimin was as handsome as they got.
The events of last night flitted before my eyes. I gasped in fear and pulled the duvet over my head. All this information—the 365 days he was giving me, my family, Martin's betrayal, and the death of that man—was too much for one night.
"It wasn't me who changed your clothes," I heard a muffled voice saying through the duvet.
I slowly pulled it off and looked at the Man in Black. He was sitting in a grand armchair by the bed. This time, he was wearing a more casual outfit—gray joggers and a white tank top, accentuating the muscles of his wide shoulders and perfectly chiseled arms. He was barefoot, and his hair was in disarray.
If not for the fact that he was looking so fresh and tempting, I'd have thought he had just woken up.
"Maria, my cousin, did it," he was saying. "I wasn't even there. I promised you I won't do anything without your consent, though I won't pretend I wasn't tempted to watch. Especially because you were unconscious, so defenseless. And I was sure you wouldn't slap me in the face this time," he said, raising his brows in amusement. I saw him smile for the first time. He looked carefree and happy. For him, the dramatic events of last night were already forgotten.
I sat up and rested my head against the wooden headboard. Jimin , his roguish smile not disappearing, reclined in the armchair, crossed his legs, and waited for me to speak.
"You killed a man," I breathed, my eyes tearing up. "You shot him just like that. Without emotion, as if it was just another thing."
His eyes immediately lost their playfulness, and the smile vanished from his face, replaced with an unflinching mask of severity that I already knew.
"He betrayed the family. I am its head, so he betrayed me." Jimin leaned closer. "I told you, but apparently you thought I was joking. I do not tolerate defiance and insubordination, Y/N. There is nothing as important as loyalty. You are not yet ready for all this, and you can't ever be ready for what you saw yesterday."
He trailed off and stood up, walking over to the bed and sitting on its edge. He combed through my hair with a hand, as if checking if I was real. At some point, he slid his hand under my head and grabbed me by the hair, hard. He swung his leg over me and sat astride me, pinning me down. His breathing quickened, and his eyes flared with passion and animalistic ferocity. I went rigid with terror, and it must have shown on my face.Jimin saw it and he liked it.
After the events of last night, I knew this man was no joke. If I wanted my family to be safe, I needed to accept his terms.
Jimin clamped his hand even harder on the back of my head, trailing his nose across my face. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of my skin. I wanted to close my eyes to show him the depth of my contempt, to overcome my own fear, but I was hypnotized by the savagery of his gaze and couldn't take my eyes off him. He was a beautiful man. Exactly my type. Black eyes, dark hair, large and full lips. And that body! Long, lean legs around my hips, strong and muscular arms, and a wide chest that I could see through the tight tank top.
"I said I won't do anything without your consent, but I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself after all," he whispered, looking me in the eyes.
He grabbed my hair and jerked my head back, pushing it into the pillow. I moaned softly. Jimin sucked in a gust of air, and then slowly and delicately inserted his right leg between my thighs. He rubbed against me with his manhood. I could feel it on my hip. He wanted me so bad. I, on the other hand, could only feel fear.
