Twisted Rumours (Twisted series fanfiction #2)

16. SOFIA VOLKOV

I melt into Taehyung's muscular body, breathing heavily and slightly trembling. My mind is still slow from the toe-curling orgasm that just rocked through me when the doorbell rang, but I was too caught up in the haze that I didn't do anything about it. Taehyung's warm embrace and the lingering sensation of pleasure made it hard to focus on anything else in that moment.

His room is beautiful and matches his personality. The walls are of a calming blue color, with shelves filled with books and trinkets that reflect his eclectic taste. The interior is marvelous, different from the gray of my parent's house. The interior has rich taste with a hint of bohemian flair.

Tae pulls up his phone from the table and taps on the screen for some time. I guess he might be checking who has arrived at this time. His face becomes somewhat shocked as he stares at his screen , his brows furrowing in confusion.

"All good?" I ask, turning in his lap to face him. His hands are rubbing up and down my back absentmindedly as he finally looks up at me with a concerned expression.

"We have a problem," he says, his voice filled with worry.

"We always have problems lurking around us. What is it this time?" I rub my cheek on his bare, muscular chest like a kitten seeking comfort.

He stroked my hair and then said the last thing I want to hear right now, " My parents are waiting at the doorway."

I jump off his lap, suddenly feeling a rush of panic. "Why didn't you tell me they were coming over?" I ask, scrambling to fix my disheveled appearance before heading to greet them at the door.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me back down onto his lap, whispering, "Relax; they're my parents, not monsters. They will like you. Mom would be over the moon at mere sight of you, and dad could take a little time to warm up, but he'll come around. Just be yourself, and everything will be fine."

"None of this will happen when they will see me in this state ," I mutter, trying to calm my racing heart as he brushes a strand of hair away from my face.

"Trust me, they'll love you no matter what," he reassures me with a smile before standing up and heading to the door to welcome his parents.

"How do I cover these marks you left on me? My dress could never cover them." I ask, my mind blanking at the imagination. I am not ready for this at all.

I look corrupted and ravaged , feeling self-conscious and exposed.

"Josephine left her spare clothing here, just in case. You can borrow something of hers to cover up if you'd like," he suggests, offering a solution to my dilemma.

"None the less, you look more beautiful when marked by me." He says, nipping my earlobe.

"Fuck you."

"You already did, sweetheart. Want another round?" He chuckles darkly.

"Get up and answer the door, you fool, and let me fix myself." I push myself up from his lap and go to his closet to find Josie's clothes. Taehyung puts on a shirt and walks out of the room. I slip my bra over my breast and try to find my thong, only to remember that it was ripped to shreds last night.

I find one of Josephine's crisp shirts and pants somewhat guilty for borrowing without asking. I look in the mirror and see that the marks on the neck are still exposed.

"Shit." I mumble to myself as I rummage through Taehyung's closet, to find anything that could cover up this mark at any cost.

Luckily, I found one blue silk scarf that I can use to cover up the marks on my neck. As I quickly tie it around my neck and fix my makeup with all I had in my purse. I fix my hair the best I can, hoping to distract from the marks. Finally, feeling somewhat satisfied with my makeshift coverup, I head out the door and hope no one notices.