The Bunny shadow

Chapter 15

Jungkook let out a bitter laugh and grasped her neck with his large hand, squeezing her tightly and pinning her against the brick wall.

A gasp escaped her lips as her back collided with the cold brick wall. Jungkook's hand shot tightly to her throat, pressing just hard enough to keep her still, his fingers curling possessively around her neck.

She struggled beneath his grip, but it was futile. He was stronger, faster-like a predator cornering its prey. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, lips hovering dangerously close to her skin.

"Careful... princess."

Y/N tried to breathe despite his fingers tightening around her neck. Her body stiffened, hatred burning in her chest, but fear locking her muscles in place.

She hated him-hated the way he made her feel trapped, suffocated, powerless. But no matter how much she despised him, she couldn't escape the terrifying allure that clung to him like a second skin.

She grabbed his hand and dug her nails into his skin, but he didn't flinch. With a swift motion of his other hand, he seized both of her wrists and lifted them firmly above her head, gripping them tightly.

"You don't get to run from me anymore," he whispered, his thumb stroking her throat in a sickeningly gentle motion as he tightened his grip.

He moved closer, his chest pressing against hers, suffocating her with his presence. His lips grazed her ear as he spoke, his words slow and deliberate, dripping with malice. He pressed his entire body against hers and let out a deep groan.

"You'll get a taste of me," he whispered, his voice low and menacing, vibrating with barely restrained hunger. "And when you do, you'll crave more. I'll make sure of that."

He leaned in closer, his lips now a breath away from her trembling mouth. She turned her head, disgust twisting her features, but Jungkook merely chuckled, the sound dark and predatory.

"You hate me, don't you?" he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I know what you really want... what you need."

She clenched her jaw, refusing to respond, but he could see the flicker of fear and anger in her eyes, and it thrilled him. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over hers, but he didn't kiss her. Instead, he whispered, his voice a low, seductive rasp.

"I'm going to make you scream my name," he promised darkly. "I'm going to show you just how much I can give you... how much you'll beg for me." His hand tightened around her neck, just enough to make her pulse quicken, her breaths shallow. "No one will ever touch you the way I do. No one can have you, but me."

Her hands clenched into fists, fury and terror warring within her. She wanted to scream, to push him away, but the weight of his body kept her trapped, pinned between him and the cold, unyielding wall. His lips brushed over her cheek, down to her neck, where he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss, whispering against her skin.

"I'll make you mine in ways you can't even imagine."

Her stomach twisted in revulsion, but she couldn't move, couldn't breathe. He pressed himself harder against her, his lips now trailing dangerously close to her mouth again.

Her pulse pounded violently in her ears as Jungkook's hand remained locked around her throat. The world around them seemed to narrow, fading into nothing but the weight of his body pressing her into the wall and the malicious glint in his eyes. His breath was hot, teasing, as his lips hovered just above her skin, taunting her with the nearness she loathed.

"Now... on your knees."

She widened her eyes in shock and stared at him.

"No."

Jungkook's lips brushed against her ear, sending an involuntary shudder down her spine. His chuckle was dark, tinged with a cruel amusement. "Forcefully?"

He released her neck but stayed close, so near that if she decided to run, he would catch her easily.

She swallowed hard, the saliva pooling in her mouth. She shook her head, and that was enough for him to grasp her shoulders and, with a powerful motion, force her to the ground. Reluctantly, she fell to her knees.

His dark eyes bore into hers, unblinking, filled with a hunger that terrified her to her very core.

"There you go."

His words were like poison, seeping into her mind, making her skin crawl. Her chest heaved, panic rising in her throat, but the more she struggled, the tighter his grip became.

"No.... I won't..."

Jungkook stood over her, his dark eyes never leaving her as she remained on the ground, breathless and overwhelmed. His hand reaching out, fingers tracing the line of her jaw in a slow, deliberate motion. The touch was almost gentle, but it carried the weight of his control, reminding her of the power he held over her.

"You will."

His words dripped with twisted promises.

"No."

He groans. "I have my own special ways of disciplining disobedient girls like you, darling..and don't you worry..I promise I'll be enjoying it just as much as you'll hate it.."

She looked at him with contempt, prompting a dark laugh from him. "Remove my belt." When she didn't move, Jungkook extended his hand, gripping her hair and pulling it back so that she had no choice but to look at him. He held her hair firmly, making her shiver. "I won't ask again."

She took a deep breath, lifting her hands to unbuckle his belt. He released her hair. "Pull it out." She removed his belt and placed it on the floor.

"Good girl."

He grasped the waistband of his trousers and unfastened his fly. His gaze never left her. "I'm going to make you produce various sounds... like ....little moans and gags," he said, pulling down his trousers and then his boxers, revealing everything. "...if I held your head in place and made you take me deep enough." She shivered at the sight of his rigid, throbbing cock.

Oh God, it was so big.

"Mmmm, princess, I want you to open up, stick your tongue out, and let me fill your mouth."

She lifted her gaze to meet his.

"N-"

He gripped her hair tightly and pulled her forward.

"Open."