He owned Me [Completed]

Book 3: 2

Please remember, this story is just for entertainment. This book is legit dark erotica.

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The nights were merciless as it functioned as a screen where the deaths of her beloved played in high resolution. No amount of tossing and turning would grant her any sleep and eventually, she would sneak out of her bed and make her way to the room she once shared with Jungkook.

Locking the door behind her, she gazed at the empty space filled with memories that could never be erased, unlike the belongings within the room. His soft giggle still lingered in the air, echoing off the empty walls, accompanied by the smooth and mellow timbre of his voice, declaring his love and calling out for her. His pleading doe eyes, urging her to reciprocate his affection, haunted her every night, filling her with remorse for not loving him as he deserved. As usual, guilt mingled with the myriad emotions, until the final drop of helplessness overflowed, unleashing sobs that wracked her body.

It had now become a nightly ritual, like clockwork. Each night past midnight, she would enter the room she once shared with Jungkook, unleashing the pent-up emotions she had bottled inside. Her cries echoed through the room as she yearned to hear his voice once more, longing for one final embrace. He had left this world without knowing he had become a father. He would never experience the joy of hearing his daughter's laughter or seeing how much she resembled him. Seol was the spitting image of Jungkook, a fact he would never come to realize due to the man she was compelled to accept as her husband.

After an hour or so, she washed her face, she then gathered herself she returned to the bedroom she shared with Taehyung. She slipped under the covers as gently as she could, mindful not to disturb the man sleeping beside her. Yet, like every night, his eyes fluttered open, and he let out a distressed huff.

"Just wanted to smoke," she lied, an unnecessary falsehood. Even though he saw through her lie, he chose silence. It was easier to feign ignorance than to acknowledge that his wife slipped away in the middle of the night to mourn his step-brother in their once-shared bedroom.

"Hmm" he hummed wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to spoon her. He buried his face in the nape of her neck placing light kisses to comfort her. His hand instinctively slipped beneath her lingerie, gently massaging her breasts, a gesture that served as a stress reliever for him.

Once in a while, his deep sleep would be interrupted as his wife would sneakily try to escape his hold causing him to hiss and pull her closer. She just couldn't bear to sleep close to him while he couldn't bear sleeping apart. It had required a full two years for him to help her learn to sleep comfortably in his presence. He wouldn't lie but for a few months, he had to resort to restraining her by force. However, after the birth of their daughter, the process became smoother. Motherhood had completely transformed her making her more open to cooperation.

It had now become a habit and even in deep sleep Taehyung wouldn't stop kissing her, caressing her. It was as if his desires for her never waned, lasting even in the realm of dreams. Despite her exhaustion, Saya found herself stirred awake, his repeated gestures disrupting her slumber like unwelcome ripples in a peaceful pond. With a sigh of frustration, Saya shifted, her patience wearing thin with each uninvited touch. Finally, unable to endure it any longer, Saya tried to wiggle away from him.

Taehyung roused from his sleep-induced trance, blinked groggily, his brow furrowing in confusion at the interruption. Finding her at his arm-length a feral growl escaped his lips clearly displeased by the distance between them.