Obsessed Boss

Chapter 11

"You had the audacity to tell me you loved someone else," he continued, his voice a low growl. "In front of everyone, you humiliated me." His eyes searched my face, looking for a reaction, a sign of fear or regret. "Do you have any idea how that felt?"

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to speak. "I'm sorry," I croaked out, the words feeling like acid on my tongue. "I didn't mean to humiliate you. I just... I didn't know what else to do."

Jungkook's grip on my throat loosened slightly, his eyes searching my own for any hint of deceit. "You didn't know?" he said, his voice thick with sarcasm. "You didn't know that telling me no would make me want you more?"

I nodded, the tears streaming down my face. "I had no other option," I managed to say, my voice hoarse from fear and the strain on my vocal cords. "You were forcing yourself on me, Jungkook. I had to protect myself."

"Protect yourself?" he spat, his eyes flashing with anger. "You think I was going to hurt you?" His hand slammed into the wall beside my head, and I flinched, my heart racing. "I was going to give you the world, and all you had to do was submit to me."

"But I don't want the world if it means sacrificing my dignity," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear that was threatening to consume me. "I don't want anything if it means letting you do this to me."

Jungkook's gaze narrowed, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something other than anger in his eyes. It was almost like... surprise. "Dignity," he murmured, his voice contemplative. "Such a quaint concept." He took a step back, his grip on my arm loosening slightly. "And what makes you think you deserve it, hmm?"

I took a deep breath, my eyes never leaving his. "Because I'm a person," I said, my voice clear and strong. "A human being with thoughts and feelings and the right to say no."

He stared at me, his eyes searching my face, his expression unreadable. "A human being," he said slowly, as if the very idea was foreign to him. "And what does that mean, exactly?"

"It means I have the right to choose who I give myself to," I said, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice. "And I choose not to give myself to you."

Jungkook studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sudden, sharp movement, he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. His eyes bore into mine, searching for something, anything that would give him the power he craved. "Choose?" he spat. "You think you're in the position to choose?" He laughed, the sound echoing through the room, cold and mocking. "You're in no position to choose, Taehyung. Not anymore." His grip on my chin was painful, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh of my cheek. "You've made your choice. You chose to reject me, and now you'll pay the price."

My heart hammered in my chest, but I held his gaze, refusing to let him see the fear that was threatening to consume me. "I didn't choose this," I said, my voice firm despite the quaking in my soul. "You did."

Jungkook's smile grew even crueler. "Ah, but you see, that's where you're wrong," he said, his eyes glinting with malice. "You did choose this, the moment you looked at me and said no." His hand slid from my chin to my throat, his thumb resting on my pulse. "And now, I'm going to show you exactly what that no means to me."

I could feel the warmth of his hand on my skin, the pressure of his thumb against my pulse. His eyes were like two cold stars, piercing through me, trying to find any hint of submission. But all they found was a soul that had been shattered by his touch.

"Let go of me," I managed to say, my voice surprisingly firm despite the fear that was threatening to swallow me whole.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his grip on my throat tightening ever so slightly. "You think you're in the position to tell me what to do?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous growl.