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"And anyway, one taste wouldn't hurt, right, moy lyubov'?"
My jaw tightened, and the grip on the wheel loosened just enough to keep control of the car.
" It wouldn't just hurt little disaster, it will consume me because once I get a taste of you , I won't stop until I've had all of you - again and again." She looked at me with those teasing, seductive eyes, her smirk so maddeningly confident. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, forcing my gaze back to the road ahead.
"Then let it consume you, Taehyung," she said, her voice low and taunting as her hand slid onto my thigh, her touch light but electrifying. "I'm not complaining, though."
My jaw clenched, and I inhaled sharply, trying to ignore the heat her actions ignited within me. "Shut up, witch," I growled, my voice strained. "Let me drive carefully. You don't want us to die tonight, do you?"
She chuckled, her laugh soft and infuriatingly carefree, before leaning back into her seat. She rested her head against the cushion and closed her eyes, but I knew that smirk was still plastered on her lips.
The rest of the drive was silent, but the tension in the air was suffocating. Her presence was like a wildfire, consuming every bit of my composure, and she knew it.
When we finally reached the penthouse, the guards opened the car door for us. I stepped out first, taking a deep breath to steady myself. It wasn't like this was my first time here, infact i come here more often because in that house i feel suffocated anyways but tonight was different. Tonight, she was with me.
She got out gracefully, her eyes lighting up as she took in the towering building. "Your penthouse, huh? Must be nice having all this space to yourself."
I didn't reply, just led her inside and hit the lights. The penthouse glowed softly, the modern yet dark-themed interior illuminated under the warm lighting.
Her gaze wandered over the space, her lips curving into an appreciative smile. "Wow, the interior is stunning. You've got good taste, Taehyung."
Obviously little disaster just look at yourself!
"I know," I replied simply, gesturing toward the hallway. "Let's head to the room. You must be tired."
She followed me quietly as I pushed open the door to the bedroom. The space was exactly how I liked it-sleek, minimalist, and drenched in dark tones.
"There's the washroom," I said, pointing toward the door. "Go freshen up. I'll use the other one."
She nodded but stopped me as I was about to leave. "Taehyung?"
I turned, raising a brow. "What now? Do you need something else?"
She tilted her head, giving me that infuriatingly smug look. "Yes, clothes. Unless you want me to sleep like this," she said, motioning to her dress. I groaned inwardly, cursing myself for not thinking of that earlier. "Oh yes , I'm sorry ! Pick anything you want from the wardrobe," I said.
