Obsessed Boss

Chapter 14

Jungkook's smirk grew, a twisted smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Wrong answer," he said, his voice a cold whisper.

He tilted my head back, exposing my throat to his view. "Let me show you how this is going to work," he murmured, his breath tickling my skin. "You are here to entertain me, Taehyung. Your sole purpose for the next month is to satisfy my every need and desire. Your body," his hand trailed down my chest, his fingers lingering over my heart, "is mine to use as I wish."

His words were a knife, slicing through my soul and leaving me gasping for air. The weight of his hand on my chest was a constant reminder of the power he had over me-the power to crush me or to let me live, all dependent on how well I could serve him. I swallowed hard, the bile rising in my throat as I thought of what that entailed.

"Every touch, every kiss, every sound you make," Jungkook continued, his thumb circling my nipple, watching as it pebbled under his touch, "it's all for my amusement. You will give me what I want, when I want it, and you will do it with a smile, understanding that your submission is what keeps your lover safe."

I bit back a whimper as his grip tightened, his fingers teasing and tormenting me in a way that made it clear he was in control.

His thumb stroked my cheek, the gesture oddly gentle despite the harshness of his words. "Every time I look at you," he continued, "I want to see the hunger in your eyes. The need to please me, to satisfy every twisted fantasy I have." His eyes searched mine, looking for the spark of obedience that would tell him I understood. "I want to see the desperation in your eyes," Jungkook whispered, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "The need to touch me, to feel me, to crave me."

The thought of being used as a mere instrument for his amusement filled me with dread. Yet, as I looked into his eyes, I saw a flicker of something other than cold dominance-perhaps a need for validation, a craving to be desired. It was a twisted dance of power and vulnerability that played out between us.

"You will beg for my attention," he whispered, his eyes boring into mine. "Your only concern will be pleasing me, Taehyung," he said, his voice a dark promise. "Everything else will be forgotten."

"Do you understand, Taehyung?" Jungkook asked, his voice a gentle command that sent shivers down my spine. I nodded, the tears streaming down my face like rivers of defeat. The weight of his gaze was suffocating, a heavy burden that made it hard to breathe.

"Good," Jungkook said, his voice a low murmur that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. He leaned in, his mouth a mere inch from mine. "Now, let's try again," he whispered. "Why are you here, Taehyung?"

The words felt like shackles around my soul, but I knew what he wanted to hear. "I'm here for you," I whispered, the lie sticking in my throat like a shard of glass. "I'm here to..."

"To what?" Jungkook prompted, his eyes never leaving mine.

"To please you," I whispered, the words feeling foreign on my lips.

His grip on my neck tightened slightly, a silent command for me to continue. "And what will you do to ensure that?"

"I... I will do whatever you want," I stuttered, my heart racing. "I'll be your... your toy, your plaything." The words tasted bitter, but the fear for Jimin's safety was stronger than my pride.

Jungkook's smile grew, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Very good," he murmured, his voice a purr of approval that sent a shiver down my spine. His thumb traced a line across my bottom lip, the pressure almost painful. "I'm impressed," he whispered, his breath warm against my face.

His hand traveled down my torso, his fingertips grazing my stomach. "You want me to touch you, don't you?"

I didn't dare to breathe, the weight of his hand like a vice. "Y-yes," I murmured, the lie slipping out like a ghostly echo.