Y/N's life has always been ordinary, but the shadows that lurk in the corners of her world tell a different story. A predator hidden behind a mask-ruthless, dangerous, and utterly consumed by a twisted desire. He doesn't just want to possess Y/N; he...
....filling her with a dread so deep that she feared she might drown in it.
Jungkook's touch was a nightmare made real, still beneath him, she felt a tremor escape her lips. She felt his waist pushing between her legs, his male part now having better access to her feminine part. Although they still had their clothes on, she could feel him. Hot, hard, and dangerous.
The room felt smaller with every passing second, the walls closing in around her as if they were conspiring with him to trap her completely.
"You can fight all you want, Y/N," Jungkook murmured, his voice a chilling contrast to the violence of his actions. "But it's pointless. You know it, and I know it."
Y/N's breath came in shallow, panicked gasps as she struggled beneath him, her body reacting instinctively to the horror of his touch. She tried to twist away, to break free of the grip that kept her pinned to the bed, but Jungkook was relentless. His hands were firm on her wrists, pressing them into the mattress with a strength that made her bones ache. His eyes, dark and intense, never left hers, locking her in a silent battle she was losing.
He took a deep breath and stretched his lips into a creepy smile. "Persistent, I see." Jungkook shifted his weight, his body pressing down on hers in a way that made her want to scream. "But how long will you last?" His erection was still there, a cruel reminder of the dark desires driving him.
"Let me go," Y/N whispered, her voice breaking under the weight of her fear. She knew it was futile, but she had to try-had to cling to whatever hope she could find, no matter how fragile. "Please, mr. Jeon. Just let me go."
He groaned in a deep voice. "Jungkook,"he corrected her, though Y/N didn't want to correct her mistake. She didn't know this man; why should she address him by his name?
Seriously? He's a serial killer and pretty fucked up obsessed with you.
"I won't let you break me," Y/N whispered, the words barely audible, but they carried every ounce of defiance she had left. She needed to say it, needed to hear it herself, even if it was a lie she clung to out of desperation. Jungkook's eyes flickered with something like surprise, followed by a cold amusement that made her skin crawl. "Oh, Y/N," he said softly, almost pityingly. "You don't understand, do you? You're already breaking."
The reality of her situation was crashing down on her, the truth of how trapped she was, how helpless.
Y/N tried to turn her head away, but his grip tightened, holding her in place. He now held both of her hands tightly with one of his, while with the other, he grabbed her chin and jerked her head to face him. She had no choice; she was staring into his cold, black eyes. She could feel the heat of his breath on her lips, the weight of his gaze boring into her as he leaned in closer. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. "I want to see your eyes when you finally understand that you belong to me."
She frowned at his words. "I will never belong to you," she growled at him, her voice becoming serious as she clenched her teeth while speaking each word. Her voice was filled with contempt.
However, her threat fell on deaf ears. He knew exactly which trigger to pull to manipulate her, and that's exactly what he intended to do.
His hand, which had been on her chin, lowered to her throat, his large, masculine hand wrapping around her entire neck. He kept his gaze locked on her eyes and noticed how they widened in fear. He laughed. "I could make this so much easier for you," he said, cold eyes are still locked onto her eyes. "All you have to do is be good. Obey me, and I won't have to hurt your friend."
The mention of her friend made her feel as if her blood had turned to ice. Shit! Y/N took a shaky breath, her mind racing with the terrifying realization of what she had to do.
She had to play along, had to give him what he wanted-at least for now. It was the only way to buy herself time, the only way to keep that small, flickering spark of defiance alive.
She let her body relax beneath him, forcing herself to stop fighting, to stop resisting.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with approval. "See how much easier this is when you stop fighting?"
He moved downward, his hand sliding from her neck to her stomach. He pressed his lips to her neck, a dark thought wormed its way into her mind. If this was her reality, if there truly was no escape, then she had to find a way to survive. She couldn't let him destroy her completely, couldn't let him turn her into the broken shell he wanted her to be.
He bit into her soft skin, and she pressed her lips tightly together to stifle any moans. He released his grip and continued to caress her skin with his hot tongue, breathing heavily and unevenly. His entire body was filled with a desire to fuck her right now, but he had to restrain himself; it wasn't the right moment.
Still, he allowed himself a bit of pleasure.
He pulled his head away from her neck just enough to see her reaction. She was trembling.
"You're trembling," Jungkook murmured, his voice deceptively soft as he leaned down, his lips ghosting over her collarbone. "Are you scared, Y/N?" His breath was warm against her skin, but his touch sent a cold shiver down her spine. "You should be." He said in a dark tone.
"W-What will you do?"
His gaze briefly flickered to her face before returning to her collarbones. He pressed a kiss there. "You will enjoy it."
"You're lying; you're doing this for yourself."
"And I'm going to enjoy every moment of it."
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