ᴛᴀᴇɴɴɪᴇ ʟɪꜱᴋᴏᴏᴋ | ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ

Oh, Princess!

This chapter contains graphic depictions of violence (kinky fuckery), sexuality, strong language and mature themes. Please be open minded while reading:) and read at your own risk.

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This is an excerpt from Twisted Games.

Lalisa Manoban reigns as queen of Thailand and Jeon Jungkook stands as her vigilant bodyguard, their world shifts dramatically as they find themselves irresistibly drawn to each other. They grapple with whether their bond is fueled by mere physical desire or a deeper, soulful connection.

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I’d tried to resist. I really had.

Perhaps I would’ve succeeded had Lalisa been beautiful and nothing else. Beauty, on its own, meant nothing to me. My mother had been beautiful, until she wasn’t—and I don’t mean physically.

But that was the problem. Lalisa wasn’t beautiful and nothing else. She was everything. Warmth, strength, compassion, humor. I saw it in the way she laughed, in her empathy as she listened to people’s problems and her composure as they railed to her about everything they thought was wrong with the country.

I’d known she was more than a pretty face long before this trip, but something inside me snapped last night. Maybe it was the way she’d looked at me, like she thought I was everything too when I was nothing, or maybe it was the knowledge she could be ripped away from me at any moment.

She could get engaged next week and I would lose even the possibility of her forever. Whatever it was, it erased every bit of remaining self- control I had. Costa Rica had been a crack, but this? This was full-on obliteration.

The grass rustled as Lalisa and I made our way through the fields toward the gazebo. We’d snuck out after everyone had gone to sleep, and even though it was late, the moon shone bright enough we didn’t need the lights from our phones to guide the way.

Was what we were doing—what we were about to do—a bad idea? Fuck yes. Ours was a story destined for a tragic ending, but when you were already on a train headed off the cliff, all you could do was hold on tight and make every second count.

We stayed silent until we reached the gazebo, where she walked to the middle and took it all in. Besides the chipped paint, it’d withstood the test of time surprisingly well.

“No one comes here?” she asked.
“Not a soul.” I’d done my research. The island had a small population, but it sprawled across vast acres of farms. The inn was the nearest inhabited building, and everyone there was asleep. I’d made sure of that before I texted Lalisa to meet me in the lobby.

“Good.” Her response came out slightly breathless. Ko Samui was far warmer than Bangkok, and we could get away with not wearing jackets even at night.

I’d donned my usual uniform of T-shirt, combat pants, and boots, while Lalisa wore a purple dress that swirled around her thighs.

I drank her in, not missing a single detail. The wisps of blonde hair curling around her face, the nervous anticipation in her eyes, the way her chest rose and fell in time with my own uneven breaths.

Part of me wanted to march over, hike up her skirt, and fuck her right then and there. Another part of me wanted to savor the moment—the last wild, beating seconds before we destroyed whatever was left of our boundaries.

I was a rule follower by nature. It was how I’d survived most of my life. But for Lalisa, I would break every fucking rule in the book.

It only took six weeks of being apart from her and another six of fucking agony for me to accept the truth, but now that I had, there was no going back.
“So.” Lalisa tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her hand trembling. “Now that we’re here, what do you have planned, Mr. Jeon?”