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𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
'𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣'
Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Ko...
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I need to get away from her.
Away from her scent. Away from soft, supple skin and the sheer, agonizing temptation of her.
I didn't expect her to let the dress fall. And when it did—fuck.
My cock begged for escape. She threw herself at me. Not out of desire. Not out of want. But for duty.
And I wanted her. I want her.
I could've had her—pushed her back against the bed, buried myself so deep inside her there'd be nothing left between us but heat and sweat and surrender.
And she would have let me.
But she doesn't want me. I saw it.
The vulnerability in her eyes, the way her hands trembled.
I would have ruined her.
And if I'm going to take her, if I'm going to own her, it won't be like that.
Not like some transaction, some contract to uphold.
She will come to me willingly.
I need to get miles away from her. A door isn't enough. These walls aren't enough.
The need to consume her, to possess her, is too much.
I need to burn it off. Before it burns me alive.
Without a second thought, I grab my keys and head for the car parked out front.
The drive is a blur—a mess of streaking city lights and rage curling under my skin, hot and relentless.
I need to hurt something. I need to punish someone.
I pull into the familiar back entrance of Opulent, my pulse pounding in my ears.
Alessandro leans against the wall, chatting up Rachel—the redhead who never seems to take a hint. He glances up as I stride past, his expression shifting.
He knows why I'm here.
I give him a hard nod. He immediately excuses himself from his admirer, falling into step beside me.
"Jungkook! What brings you by tonight?" His voice brims with false cheerfulness.
As if he doesn't already know.
"Business." The single word grates from my throat as I push past him, moving through the club with purpose, with barely leashed fury.
The atmosphere hits like a punch to the gut.
Loud music vibrates through the floors, pounding against my chest, syncing with my restless pulse. I head straight for the concealed door leading to the basement.
