Obsessed Boss

Chapter 22

Now he was under me, his eyes shimmering with a mix of lust and something else-something that sent a shiver of anticipation through my body.
Jungkook's hand reached down to cup my face, his thumb stroking my cheek as he whispered, "I need you, taehyung."

The words hit me like a sledgehammer, a sudden revelation that made my heart stumble in my chest. Jungkook, the one who had been so in control, so dominant, was now begging for me to take the lead. It was a heady feeling, one that made me feel powerful and terrified all at once.
This was what I had been fighting against, what I had feared from the beginning. But now, with him beneath me, my body thrumming with desire, it was impossible to resist.

Our eyes met, and I saw the hunger in his gaze, the desire that was now unbridled and raw. His hands slid up my back, pulling me closer, his fingers digging into my flesh with a possessive need that sent a shiver down my spine. "I need you, Tae," he murmured against my lips, his voice a seductive purr that seemed to resonate through every fiber of my being. "I want to feel you inside me."

The words were a command, a declaration that sent a thrill of fear and anticipation through me. I was lost in the depths of his eyes, unable to look away, as if he had the power to hold me captive with just a look. And then, without conscious thought, I leaned down and captured Jungkook's lips with a fierce intensity that surprised us both. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before his arms snaked around my neck, pulling me closer.

Jungkook's mouth was hot and demanding, his tongue seeking mine with a hunger that mirrored my own. The kiss was a clash of wills, our mouths moving together in a dance of passion and power. Our kiss grew deeper, more desperate, as the weight of our unspoken confessions bore down upon us.

Jungkook's hands slid down my back, his fingers digging into my skin, urging me closer, as if he could somehow absorb me into himself. His hips rolled up to meet mine, the friction of our bodies sending sparks of pleasure through my veins. "Do it," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with need. "Take me, Taehyung." It was a command wrapped in a plea, his voice thick with desire.

I leaned back, my eyes searching his. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows across his face, making him look like a creature of the night, a seductive demon offering me the ultimate temptation.

But before we could move further, a knock on the door echoed through the room, jolting us both out of our passionate haze. Jungkook's eyes snapped to the door, his expression immediately switching to one of tension as he recognized the muffled voice beyond it. "I need to get that," he said, his voice tight with urgency as he abruptly disentangled himself from my embrace and slid out of bed.

The knock on the door grew louder, more insistent, and Jungkook's expression tightened. He reached for the bathrobe that was casually draped over the chair, pulling it around his naked body with a swift, almost violent motion. His hands trembled as he tied the belt, the soft fabric seemingly in stark contrast to the tension coiled within him.

He strode to the door, his bare feet making no sound on the cold, hard floor. With a deep breath, he pulled the heavy wood open, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent corridor. The light from the hallway spilled into the room, briefly illuminating the scene of our passion-the rumpled bed, the discarded clothes, the flickering candles casting eerie shadows. Jungkook stepped out, the door closing with a soft click behind him.

Jungkook's pov:

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the voice from outside the door, a voice I hadn't expected to hear here, especially not now. It was jin hyung's, and the urgency in his tone was unmistakable. I stood up quickly, I could feel the coldness of the floor seeping into my bare feet as I reached for the bathrobe, the soft fabric whispering against my skin.