Whispers of Submission: A Twisted Dark Romance

Chapter 13

"Are you really that obsessed with teasing me every time? And seeing me in a weak state?" Y/N's voice trembled with a mix of frustration and defiance as she glared at Jungkook, who was leaning casually against the wall of the empty classroom. The intensity of his gaze was suffocating, and the air between them crackled with unresolved tension.

Jungkook’s lips curved into a knowing smirk, his eyes never leaving hers. He pushed off the wall and took a step closer, the predatory look in his eyes making her heart race. "You call it teasing, but I’d say it’s just keeping you in check," he replied smoothly, his voice low and dangerously soft.

Y/N’s fists clenched at her sides, trying to muster up the strength to stand her ground. "You think you can control me? That making me feel vulnerable gives you some kind of power over me?" Her voice was sharper now, though the shakiness hadn’t entirely disappeared.

Jungkook took another step forward, closing the distance between them until he was mere inches away. His gaze dropped to her lips briefly before returning to her eyes, dark and unreadable. "It’s not just about control," he said, his tone dark and possessive. "It’s about reminding you who you belong to."

Y/N’s breath hitched at his words, and she hated the way her body responded to his proximity, the way her heart pounded, and the way her skin tingled under his gaze. She took a step back, only to find herself trapped between him and the wall.

"Why do you do this?" she demanded, her voice catching in her throat. "You’ve already had your way with me. Why can’t you just leave me alone?"

Jungkook’s hand shot out, his fingers curling around her wrist as he pulled her closer. The movement was swift, and Y/N found herself pressed against his chest, their faces inches apart. His breath fanned across her skin as he whispered, "Because I’m not done with you. I won’t be done until I’ve had every part of you, until you realize that no one else can make you feel like I do."

Y/N’s pulse quickened at his words, and she cursed herself for the way her body reacted to his touch. She wanted to push him away, to tell him to stop, but instead, she found herself trapped in his gaze, unable to look away.

"You’re sick," she whispered, though the conviction in her voice was faltering. "You think you can just keep playing with me like this, but I won’t let you."

Jungkook’s smirk widened, his thumb brushing lightly over her wrist in a way that sent shivers down her spine. "You keep saying that, but your body tells me otherwise," he murmured, his voice a dangerous mix of arrogance and desire. "You can’t hide it from me, Y/N. The way you tremble under my touch, the way you react every time I get close... you’re already mine."

Y/N tried to pull away, but Jungkook’s grip tightened, his other hand sliding up to cup her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You hate feeling weak, don’t you?" he continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You hate that I can make you feel like this, that I can break through your defenses so easily."

"Stop it," she breathed, her heart hammering in her chest. "Just stop."

But Jungkook only leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I’m not going to stop. Not until you admit that you want this just as much as I do."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and Y/N felt her resolve slipping away. She hated how easily he could manipulate her emotions, how he seemed to know exactly how to break her down. Her body betrayed her again, leaning into his touch despite the voice in her head screaming at her to pull away.

Jungkook’s lips brushed against her neck, the soft, tantalizing touch making her gasp. "See? You can’t even resist me now," he murmured against her skin. "You’re already giving in."