The Bunny shadow

Chapter 5

Who leaves the door open? I sighed and pushed the door away, then entered.

The hallway was long, and I kept walking. Until I reached the kitchen, I pulled out a chair and gently placed the picture on the chair.

I continued the process until I had brought the last picture. I set it down and sighed.

I turned around and almost screamed. The man in front of me was standing all in black, watching me and smoking a cigarette.

I cleared my throat.

"Mr. Jeon?"

His lips curled into a smirk. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I watched him carefully as he tossed his cigarette to the floor and crushed it.

He started walking toward me, and for some reason, I found myself stepping backward. Now I have a bad feeling. I stopped when I felt the hard wall behind my back.

He came up to me and placed his hands on the wall, preventing any chance of escape. He leaned in close to my ear, and I could smell the cigarettes on him. His hot breath brushed against my ear.

"Y/N," he laughed.

He moved closer until his body was pressed against mine. I could feel mine chest colliding with his hard chest. His male part was against my stomach, and feeling his hard lenght, i become scared.

"Hmm." His hand moved down from the wall and stopped at my waist.

"What are you doing?"

He moved away from my ear and pulled back his face to look me in the eyes. "Marking you as mine."

"Excuse me?!"

"Oh Y/N, don't pretend we don't know each other. We've met... once."

My body started to tremble. I had never seen him before.

He moved closer to my ear, his tongue touching it. I recoiled, but his hand that had been on my waist quickly moved to my neck.

His palm pressed against my slender neck, his fingers digging in, making it hard to breathe. He continued kissing my ear. "In the middle of the night. On the street," he whispered, his grip on my neck tightening further.

I felt my face turn red as it became harder and harder to breathe. I wanted to pull my hands free, but he had them pinned with his body. I couldn't move.

"I-I..."

"Can't breathe? Yes... now you know how I felt when I saw you." He pulled back from my face and looked me in the eyes. A big, mean smirk spread across his face.

He tightened his grip a bit more until I could no longer draw air into my lungs. He was going to choke me...

He stepped back and looked at the pictures.

I quickly inhaled the air I desperately needed. I grabbed my neck, glanced around the room, and saw him standing in my way, blocking the hallway. He continued walking and picked up one of the pictures. His back was turned to me.

"Do you like the gift?"

"E-excuse me?"

"These pictures."

I looked at him with disdain, wondering what he was thinking.

He turned and looked at my face. "If you keep looking at me like that, it will be more fun."

He took a step towards the kitchen counter, giving me a chance to escape. Without thinking, I ran towards the door. Behind me, I heard his laughter. I opened the door and ran outside, reached the truck, and opened the door. Just as I was about to get in, I felt a hand on my waist. He lifted me off the ground.

I screamed.

He pinned me against the truck, his whole body pressing me firmly against it. His chest against my back, his breath on my neck. "Not so fast."

He lowered his lips closer to my neck and started kissing it, quickly finding my weak spot. I bit my lip, not allowing him to hear what he probably wanted to hear. He made it clear that he was aroused, his large manhood grinding against me even more. An unexpected small moan escaped from my throat.

He pressed himself even harder against my butt, and I could feel his full length against me. He stopped kissing my neck, his hands were around me, as if his body wasn't already a bigger problem.

"Let me go!" I screamed, to which he laughed.

"Where did all that courage come from?"

He started moving his hips up and down. My cheeks flushed. I bit my lower lip harder. He pulled his lower body slightly away from mine, and just when I thought he had stopped; he slammed into my ass with full force.

I moaned, unable to exactly define whether it was form the pain he was causing my body or from pleasure. I would never admit it, even if he threatened me with death. Still grinding against my ass. I felt my knees giving out. I whimpered.

He stepped away from me and opened the truck door. "Get in."

I moved away from the truck and looked at him; he smiled when he saw my red face. I glared at him with disdain.

I approached the truck and got into the driver's seat. He leaned over me, took the seatbelt, and buckled it. He deliberately brushed his fingers over my breasts as he fastened the belt.

He looked into my eyes, then stepped back and gently closed the door. Without thinking, I stepped on the gas and drove off.

I saw him in the rearview mirror watching me, or rather, watching the truck.