His Devious Love✓(Book 1)

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Jungkook opened the door, and Annie immediately ran towards him.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed, placing her hands over her mouth.

All of the men who had been harassing her were lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

"How could you?" She shook her head in disbelief.

"They deserved it," Jungkook said calmly from behind her, causing her to flinch.

"How can you be so cruel?" she yelled at him.

"If you don’t leave in ten seconds, I’m going to break your legs next," Jungkook said coolly, lighting a cigarette. Annie looked at him, stunned.

The men staggered to their feet, still groaning, and fled the scene.

Jungkook let out a dark chuckle.

Annie turned to him. "Yes, they deserved to be punished for harassing a girl, but—"

"Here you’re mistaken, babe. I didn’t punish them because they harassed a girl; I punished them because the girl they harassed is mine," he said calmly, puffing on his cigarette, sending shivers down her spine.

"I am not yours," she gritted her teeth.

He chuckled softly, crushing the cigarette under his shoe. He approached her, and for some reason, she found herself backing away.

He sighed and pulled her closer by the waist. "It's too late to resist now," he whispered huskily, looking directly into her eyes, making her heart race.

"I... I am not yours," she repeated.

Raising his brows, he pulled her even closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Say that again," his low voice sent chills down her spine.

She was scared of him, though she didn’t want to admit it.

He pulled her even closer until their chests collided. She placed her hands on his chest to create some distance.

"I want to go home," she said, looking away.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her. "Sure," he said, and pecked her cheek.

Annie’s eyes widened. "What the— You can’t kiss me like that."

"That wasn’t a kiss, babe. I pecked your cheek because it was looking adorable. As for the kiss, the day I kiss you, you won’t be able to argue with me," he said with a smirk.

"You—"

"Get in the car," he said calmly.

"No, I won’t. I’ll manage a cab," she said, crossing her arms.

"Fine, stay here and let those guys harass you again. I’ll break their arms again," he shrugged.

Frustrated, she closed her eyes and got into the car.

He smirked in satisfaction and got in beside her. As he drove, she glared at him, saying, "We’re not meeting again."

He didn’t reply, focusing on the road while she looked out the window. He glanced at her angry face and chuckled, finding her innocent yet intriguing.

There was no escape now; she was his, and nothing would change that.

When she noticed that he wasn’t taking her home, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Hey, why didn’t you turn? Where are you taking me?" she asked, shock and confusion evident in her voice.

He remained silent.