Obsessed Boss

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He dragged me towards the bed, his grip firm but not painful. Each step was a silent assertion of his control, a promise of what was to come. I couldn't fight him, not when my body was betraying me with every ragged breath. The plush comforter brushed against my bare skin as he pushed me down, and I felt the softness of the pillows beneath my head.

Jungkook hovered over me, his eyes dark with desire. His hand traveled down my body, a slow, deliberate journey that had me trembling with anticipation and fear. When his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin just above my cock, I couldn't help the involuntary jerk that passed through me. His smirk grew wider, a knowing glint in his eye as he took in my reaction.

"You are so easy to read, Taehyung," he murmured, his voice a velvet whisper that seemed to caress every inch of my skin. His fingers wrapped around my hardening cock, and I felt myself losing myself in his touch. Jungkook's strokes grew more deliberate, each movement of his hand a silent command that my body was powerless to resist. "Your desires are written all over you."

"No," I moaned, the word torn from my throat as his hand tightened around my length, his grip firm and unyielding. "I don't... I don't want this." But even as I spoke the words, my body was responding to his touch, my hips arching up to meet his strokes.

Jungkook leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against my neck. "Your body is telling me everything I need to know," he murmured, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below my ear. His grip on my cock grew stronger, his movements more purposeful. "You want this as much as I do."

My eyes squeezed shut as his words echoed in my head. It was true-despite the fear and the horror of my situation, I was getting hard under his touch. Tears slipped from my eyes, trailing down my cheeks to wet the pillow beneath me. I couldn't deny the heat that was building between us, the way my body was responding to his every move. But in my heart, I knew this was wrong. "Jungkook, please," I whispered, my voice trembling.

The pressure inside me was building, a storm of emotions and desires that threatened to break free. I knew that if I let go, if I gave in to the pleasure that Jungkook offered, I would be lost. With trembling hands, I reached up to hold Jungkook's wrist, trying to still his movements. "Please," I begged, the word barely a whisper. "Please stop."

Jungkook paused, his eyes searching my face for any sign of defeat. But he saw something else there, something that made his smirk falter for just a moment. Perhaps it was the unshed tears that glistened in my eyes, the stark reminder of the fear and pain that he was causing.

"Jungkook," I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion. "Please... just... stop."

His eyes searched my tear-stained face, and for a brief second, I saw a flicker of something that might have been concern. But it was quickly replaced with a steely resolve as he pinned my hands above my head, his gaze never leaving mine. "Why are you fighting it?" he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. "You know you want this."

I swallowed hard, the weight of his body pressing down on me, making it difficult to breathe. His grip was firm, unyielding, as if he could feel the struggle within me, the battle between fear and desire. "Because..." I began, my voice trailing off as his eyes bore into me.

"Look at me, Taehyung," he ordered, his voice a low, commanding rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. "Look into my eyes and tell me you don't want this."

The truth of his words sent a shiver down my spine. My body was betraying me, responding to his every touch despite the fear that clutched at my heart. I looked away, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze, my eyes finding refuge in the flickering candlelight that danced across the room.