𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Chapter 39

-[Y/n's pov]:

"Was this fun?" he asked.

In the room, the atmosphere turned thick with tension as his piercing gaze locked onto mine, sending shivers down my spine. Terror courses through my veins just at the thought "what if he realized what I've been doing since the last few days?" because there was no other reason other than this for him to get this furious.

His eyes, ablaze with intensity, bore into me with a mixture of anger and frustration. I could feel the weight of his scrutiny, each glance probing deeper into my soul. I turned numb as I realized that I had successfully pissed him off again and that was clear enough just by the look in his eyes.

With a deft moment, my legs were slightly parted, as he positioned himself in front of me, his knee slid smoothly between my legs, giving him a strap between them as he leaned over me. As he leaned closer, my heart felt like a jackhammer in my chest, it felt as if I couldn't breathe with my heart ramming against my ribcage and this was the most unpleasant feeling ever.

I perhaps saw this coming before and wanted to avoid it so bad yet here we go again. I am truly the one who makes trouble for herself even when I am already aware of the consequences. I keep on forgetting that this man is a monster and he will not even feel pity towards me.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body, his presence was overwhelming and the bed beneath us felt like a prison to me. His presence was both frightening and suffocating.

A subtle tension hung heavy in the air, as he leaned closer. The air crackled with an electric energy, as his face was now just a mere inch away from mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, his proximity was intoxicating, the scent of his cologne had now mingled with the musky aroma of desire. I could sense a sort of unyielding look in his eyes as if he was determined to make me submit to him today or perhaps teach me a lesson that I would never forget..

Sensing the possibilities, every nerve in my body tingled with awareness as I struggled to set myself free but was that easy? No. As if already predicting my next moves he had trapped me beneath him, leaving me no way to escape. Let alone running, I couldn't even move in my place.

With one hand firmly pressed against the small of my back, he held me in place, while the other rested possessively on my thigh, his touch sent electric currents coursing through my body as if he was drawing me irresistibly closer to him. "Don't even think about running away," he whispered, making me gulp.

Was he reading my mind? I couldn't help but wonder.

With each passing moment, the distance between us diminished, until he was hovering over me, his eyes were locked with mine this entire time, silencing me.

As his grip on my thigh tightened, a surge of fear gripped me, rendering me speechless. It was as though his mere presence had silenced me, my voice lost in the turmoil of emotions swirling within me.

With each word he uttered, his voice dripped with menace, his question hanging heavily in the air like a dark cloud. "Is it fun to play games with me?" he demanded, his tone laced with a hint of warning.

Silence...a dreadful silence...

Unable to muster a response, I could only gulp nervously, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a crushing weight. Caught in his grip, I felt powerless, trapped in a dangerous game with no way out.

"Answer me. Is it fun? Do you enjoy it?" His questions sliced through the silence, sharp and accusing, leaving me grasping for words that seemed to elude me. I was left with no answer. Not knowing what to say or do, I shifted my head uncomfortably, my eyes darting anywhere but his piercing gaze, hoping to escape the weight of his scrutiny.