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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

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This is fucked up.
This man's a monster.

His shoes is covered in someone else's blood. Someone he murdered. Well, not exactly. But I saw it.

He's fucking shirtless.
He's too hot. I can't stand it.
I hate him.

I need to escape, I need to get away from here. It's too dangerous.

And then, his words register.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"What does what mean?" he asks.
"You said I'm not going anywhere," I say. "You're going to keep me captive?"

He doesn't answer.

Instead, he moves again.
This time, he touches my throat, running his fingers achingly slowly over the sensitive skin. Little sparks leap under his caress.

"You witnessed a murder. A murder that we commited. How can I let you go?" He murmurs.
"You'll tattle like the brat you are..."

"I could say the same about you," I try to ignore the butterflies erupting in my stomach. "Wouldn't you go tell your daddy Jeonghan about this?"

The thought of Yoon Jeonghan knowing about my plan to ruin his partnership with Jade Pavlov, sends shivers down my spine.

I can't risk it.
Seungcheol can't know about the plan.

Seungcheol chuckles, a dark, seductive sound that sends shivers down my spine.
"I could be your daddy, if you want," he whispers, his lips grazing the shel of my ear.

The suggestion makes my knees weak, and I curse myself for the way my body responds.

His hand trails from my throat down to my collarbone, his thumb brushing over my skin with deliberate slowness.

Each touch feels like a brand, leaving me breathless and wanting.

I should pull away.
But I can't.
My body is betraying me, leaning into his touch instead.

He steps closer, his bare chest almost touching mine. The heat radiating from him is overwhelming, and I can feel every hard plane of his muscles.

His other hand slides around my waist, pulling me against him. The firmness of his grip sends another wave of heat coursing through me.

My mind screams at me to resist, to fight back, but my body remains stubbornly still, betraying me once again.

"Don't," I manage to whisper, my voice trembling.

It's a weak protest, and we both know it.

Seungcheol's lips curl into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint.

"You're trembling, little deer," he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. "Are you scared of me? Or is it something else?"

His fingers dig into my waist, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind me of his strength, of the control he holds over me.

The room feels too small, the air too thick, and my thoughts are a chaotic mess.

"I'm not scared of you," I'm scared of myself for feeling this way towards you.
You're a fucking monster.

He laughs softly, the sound vibrating through my body.
"Liar," he says, his lips brushing against my ear.

The sensation sends another jolt of electricity through me, and I bite back a gasp.

Seungcheol's hand moves from my waist to the small of my back, pressing me even closer.

The contact is intoxicating, overwhelming, and my skin burns where he touches.