There's no mercy when I f*ck you pretty one. Dominance is what I CRAVE the most."
Synopsis :
A tragic love story of a boy who fell in love with a wrong one who tainted his mind with his own cunning lust that was carried forward by the tough male...
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By the time morning light filtered through the curtains, Y/N lay tangled in the sheets, her body spent and sated. The man lay beside her, his chest rising and falling steadily as he slept peacefully. She stared at the ceiling, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. What had she done? Who was this man who had so easily broken through her defenses? As the sun rose higher in the sky, Y/n knew she couldn't escape the consequences of the night before. She had given in to temptation, and now she would have to face the fallout. But for the first time in years, she didn't feel completely alone.
"What have I done?" She whispered as she took a glance of the man sleeping next to her while she pulled the blanket over to cover her nude body as she sat up resting her back on the headrest.
The soft light of morning filled the room, casting long shadows across the floor. I lay still, my eyes tracing the patterns of light on the ceiling, trying to steady my breathing. The events of the night before played on a loop in my mind: his touch, the heat, the uncontrollable pull of desire that had taken over me. My body still hummed with the aftershocks of our shared intensity, but my mind was clouded with confusion and guilt. What had I done? I turned my head slightly, my eyes falling on the man who lay beside me, his chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of sleep. He looked so peaceful now, his dark hat and mask discarded on the chair, leaving his face exposed to the morning light. His features were sharp, strong, but softened by the vulnerability of sleep. I could see the back of his head as he lay on his stomach.
"Strangely his physique looks so enchanting. The long dark hair suits him. I mean he is one heck of a gorgeous fellow. I can't just be lusting over a mere stranger. But wait what will I tell him once he is awake. Oh wait what happens if Oppa comes back with my son? Damn never thought about that." you mumble as you stare at his back.
It felt surreal, like a dream, and yet the warmth of his body, still so close to hers, reminded her it had been very real. She moved cautiously, careful not to disturb him as she slipped out of bed. Her legs felt weak, unsteady, as she pulled on the oversized shirt lying on the floor and padded quietly out of the bedroom. Her mind was racing with questions she didn't have answers to, and her heart felt heavy with the weight of everything she had lost over the years. Jungko0k. His memory flashed in her mind, and a wave of guilt crashed over her. It had been years since he had vanished from her life, taking a piece of her soul with him. She had convinced herself that he was dead and Namjoon had told her as much. The police had found no trace of him. But the pain of his absence had never dulled. She had buried it deep, focusing on her son, on survival. Until now. Leaning against the cool kitchen counter, Y/n buried her face in her hands, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling inside her. How could she have let herself go so easily? This man, this stranger had come into her life uninvited, and she had surrendered to him without even knowing his name. The sound of movement behind her jolted her out of her thoughts. She turned sharply, her eyes locking onto the man as he entered the kitchen, still shirtless, his expression unreadable.
