Obsessed Boss

Chapter 20

With a swift motion, he pulled them down, leaving me bare and vulnerable before his hungry gaze. A single tear traced a wet path down my cheek, a silent testament to my defeat.

As the fabric fell, I heard his sharp intake of breath, a sound of pure satisfaction. "Beautiful," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in every fiber of my being.

I forced my eyes open, only to see him looking at me like I was a prize he had won, something to be used and displayed for his pleasure. His eyes raked over my naked body, and I felt his desire like a physical force. Despite the fear, my body reacted, a traitor to my mind's screams for escape.

He stepped closer, his body heat wrapping around me like a second skin. His hands found my waist, his fingers digging in as he pulled me against him. The pressure was almost painful, but I couldn't bring myself to struggle. It was as if my body had been programmed to respond to his touch, to crave the very thing that terrified me. Jungkook leaned in, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered, "You are exactly what I wanted for me, taehyung."

I felt a warm flush creep up my neck, a mix of embarrassment and something else—something that scared me more than the situation itself. Jungkook's gaze lingered on my naked body, his eyes devouring me like the sweet dessert. His smile grew, a predatory curve that made my stomach flip and my knees threaten to buckle.

Jungkook's hands reached out, tracing a line from my neck down to my chest, his fingertips lingering over my racing heart. "I knew I chose the right one," Jungkook said, his voice a purr that sent a shiver through me.

I tried to push his hand away, but my body felt like it was made of lead, unresponsive to my panicked thoughts. "Jungkook," I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Shh," he soothed, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "You're so beautiful, Taehyung. So perfect for me." His eyes searched mine, looking for something—a spark of desire, perhaps, or maybe just the acceptance of his dominance. And as much as I didn't want to admit it, my body was responding to his praise, my breathing becoming shallower, my cheeks flushing under his touch.

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the reality of the situation. But as Jungkook's hands began to explore my bare skin, the line between endurance and desire grew increasingly blurred.

His touch was feather-light, tracing patterns on my stomach that had my muscles tightening in anticipation. Each caress was a whisper of pleasure that made me want to arch into him, even as my mind screamed for him to stop.

As his hand reached for my most intimate place, I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed his wrist, my voice shaking as I whispered, "Jungkook, please..."

He paused, his smile turning into a smirk as he raised an eyebrow. "Please what?" he taunted, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Please more?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "Or please stop?"

My grip tightened on his wrist, my pulse racing as I tried to find the strength to push him away. "Jungkook, I'm not—" I began, my voice shaky, but he didn't let me finish.

"Ah, so it's 'please stop' then?" He chuckled, his fingers still hovering just above my sensitive flesh, teasing and taunting. "But what if I tell you that your 'please stop' will soon turn into 'please more'?" Jungkook leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear as his free hand trailed up my chest to rest on my neck, his thumb brushing against my pulse point.

I felt a shiver run through me, a mix of fear and something else—desire?—that I didn't want to admit to. "It won't," I whispered, my voice unsteady, trying to sound firm even though I knew it was a lie. "I'll never want this."