"You know very well what I can do."
He huskily whispered against your ear, tightening his grip on your waist making you hiss.
"You are misbehaving with me, Mr Kim."
You gritted your teeth when you found him opening the strap of your dress from your...
"I'LL CLAIM THAT SENSITIVE PART OF YOU WHERE NO MAN EVER HAD THE FUCKING NERVE TO REACH, AND YOU'LL REMEMBER IT EVERY TIME YOU BREATHE..."
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Author's pov
"I'm doing this because I don't plan to lose what's mine."
His voice was calm, but the quiet danger lacing his words made your heart stumble in your chest.
"W-what are you saying, Mr. Kim?" You asked, teeth chattering violently with both fear and cold.
"You heard me right, Ms. Lee." He responded as his gaze stuck to your nervous eyes which was flickering every now and then.
You gulped hard, your brows furrowing as you stared at him. The man whose presence sucked the air out of the hut. Even in your weakened state, barely able to keep your body steady, you forced yourself to glare, to show him he hadn't broken you. Not yet..
"I-I'm not yours," you spat out, voice trembling but defiant.
His gaze didn't flicker. There was something primal in the way he looked at you, not just anger, but obsession, possession, like he was memorizing every piece of your resistance just to ruin it.
Then you turned your face away from him, jaw tightening, eyes shutting for a second as your fingers curled weakly into the blanket beside you. You didn't want him to see you like this; drained, vulnerable, stripped of every illusion of control.
But he didn't let you hide.
With his index finger, he gently turned your face back toward him. His touch wasn't rough, but there was no softness in it either. It was only control over you.
"We'll save this talk for later. Hmm..?" He demanded, eyes burning into yours.
You clenched your eyes shut again for a moment, but it didn't stop the heat of his stare.
Then your eyes flew open the moment you felt him sliding your bra off your arms leaving your upper body bare in front of his eyes. And before you could stop him, it was already crumpled in his hand.
All of a sudden, you pushed yourself up to your knees. One hand shot up to cover his eyes in a desperate, trembling attempt to shield yourself, while the other gripped his shoulder for balance.
Your fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt, not just for support, but out of the anger bubbling inside you, anger at him, at yourself, at the vulnerability he had stripped from you with such ease.
You gritted your teeth, your hand still clamped over his eyes, your palm trembling slightly.
"A-are you seriously t-trying to take advantage of me r-right now?"
