𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚

𝟔𝟕

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice low.

"I will n-not,," I breathed, crossing my legs. He chuckled darkly, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

"Fine, then I'll spread them for you myself." With that, he ripped my legs apart, forcing them wide open.

He stepped forward, his hands running up my thighs. He grasped my ass, squeezing it tightly before spreading my cheeks apart. I let out a startled yelp as I felt the cool air hit my exposed hole. "Taehyung, no! Please.."

He ignored my protests, his finger tracing up my slick folds. He gathered some of my wetness on his fingers and then trailed his finger down to my back hole. I stiffened as he pressed against it.

"Taehyung, please, not there.." I begged, my face flushing red.

He slowly pushed his finger into my virgin hole, stretching me wide. I let out a muffled cry, my hands scrambling for purchase on the wall. He started to move his finger in and out, his other hand gripping my hip tightly.

"Taehyung, somebody... somebody will see us." I breathed heavily.

"Let them see," he growled, his finger pushing deeper. "Let them all know that this ass belongs to me." He added another finger, scissoring them inside me. The burn and stretch was overwhelming. Tears pricked at my eyes. "Shh, princess. You're doing so fucking well."

His voice gentled as he praised me, his fingers moving slowly in and out of my hole. "You're stretching so beautifully for me. Soon, I'll be able to put something much bigger back here." He leaned over and bit down on my neck, sucking hard.

I writhed under his touch, the sensations overwhelming. He continued to stretch me, his touch dominant and unyielding. "Please, Taehyung... I can't... It's too much..." I whimpered, my body tensing up. "You can take it, princess."

He removed his fingers, leaving me feeling empty. He stood up, his body pressing against mine. He pinned me to the wall, his hand resting flat against it beside my head. "I can fuck you right here, right now," he growled, his voice low. "But I won't."

"You wanna know why?" He taunted, his breath hot on my neck. "Because I want you begging for it. I want you so desperate, so needy, that you'll do anything to get me inside you. And soon you will."

His hand slid down my body, teasingly brushing against my unclothed sex. "I'm going to leave you like this - aching and empty. You'll spend all night thinking about me, about what I did to do to you." He nipped at my ear.

He stepped back, leaving me cold and bereft. And then he was gone, leaving me alone and desperate against the wall. I slowly sank down to the ground, burying my face in my hands.

I huddled on the floor, my arms wrapped around my knees. Tears streamed down my face, frustration, need, and humiliation washing over me. He'd toyed with me, pushed me to the brink and then left me hanging. I hated him. I loved him.

I shook my head vehemently, tears flying from my face. "No, no, no... This can't be happening. I'm supposed to marry Kai. We're perfect together." I argued with myself, my heart racing. "This can't be happening."

I stumbled to the restroom, my legs unsteady. I looked in the mirror, and barely recognized myself. My hair was disheveled, my face flushed, and my makeup smudged from tears. There were red marks on my neck and shoulders - bite marks.

I splashed cold water on my face, trying to compose myself. But every touch reminded me of his hands on my body, his fingers inside me. I gripped the sink, my knuckles turning white. "Get ahold of yourself," I whispered harshly at my reflection. "You're marrying Kai."