From Darkness to Light: A Mafia Love Story

In His Chains(7)

He noticed how cold my body had become, realizing I had been out here for too long. His frown deepened as he loosened his grip just enough to ease the pain. "Stop trying to pull away," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're not going anywhere."

"I will not go with you. I'll go back to my dad," I said defiantly, though my voice trembled. Jungkook's expression darkened, and his grip on my arm tightened painfully.

"No, you will not. You are my wife now, and you are coming with me. There's no point in going back to your dad—he's the one who agreed to this marriage in the first place," he said, his voice cold and unyielding.

His eyes locked onto mine, filled with a dangerous mix of anger and possession. "Stop resisting. You're not going anywhere. You are coming with me, whether you like it or not." Without another word, he dragged me towards his car, forcing me inside. He got in and started driving, his jaw clenched tightly.

I stared out the window, struggling to hold back my tears. The reality of my failed escape sank in—I knew there would be no mercy when we got home. Jungkook wouldn't forgive me for trying to run, not even after just one day of this forced marriage.

When we arrived back at his mansion, he pulled me out of the car, his grip unforgiving. He dragged me inside, leading me straight to his room and locking the door behind us. I stumbled forward as he shoved me into the middle of the room, his gaze fixed on me like a predator stalking its prey.

I cradled my arm, rubbing the spot where his grip had been the tightest, feeling the sting of his hold. My eyes darted to him as he stepped closer, the darkness in his expression unmistakable. I backed away instinctively, not knowing what he would do next. But with each step I took back, he advanced, eyes raking over me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.

Before I knew it, I was backed up against the wall, his hands slamming on either side of my head, trapping me between his body and the cold surface. He leaned in, his face just inches from mine, his breath hot against my skin. "You thought you could escape me, huh? You thought you could just run away and hide from me, your husband?"

I met his gaze, defiance still flickering in my eyes despite the fear. "You're only my forced husband," I said, trying to maintain whatever was left of my courage.

Jungkook's eyes darkened even more, his expression hardening. He pressed his body against mine, leaving no space between us. "Forced or not, I am still your husband. And you belong to me now. You are mine, and you will do as I say."

"I don't belong to you," I retorted, but my voice wavered.

Jungkook's jaw clenched at my words, his patience hanging by a thread. With one swift movement, he grabbed both my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head against the wall. He leaned in closer, our bodies pressed so tightly together that I could barely breathe. "You do belong to me. You are my wife now, and I will do whatever it takes to make sure you understand that."

I whimpered softly, biting my lower lip to stop any sound from escaping. I was terrified, but I refused to back down completely, even with him so close.

Jungkook noticed my reaction, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He leaned in further, his voice dangerously low. "You can try to resist all you want, but you'll eventually give in. You belong to me now, and there's nothing you can do about it."

I shut my eyes, overwhelmed by his presence. Jungkook chuckled darkly, watching me closely. "Look at you. So scared, so helpless. You're mine now, and I can do whatever I want with you."

TO BE CONTINUED....

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