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The hotel suite was drenched in warm amber light, shadows curling along the floor like whispers of sin. You sat at the edge of the plush armchair near the window, silk robe barely clinging to your shoulders, every inch of you humming with a dangerous cocktail of lust and nerves. The glass of wine in your hand trembled slightly, not from fear, but anticipation.

Taehyung stood across the room, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette that glowed faintly in the dim light. He looked like sin incarnate—black shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled up to reveal veined forearms, and that lazy, lethal gaze fixed entirely on you.

"You're serious about this?" he asked, voice low, smooth, threaded with disbelief.

You bit your lip and met his eyes, the corner of your mouth curling into a smirk. "Yes."

He arched a brow, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "You want me… to fuck another woman. While you watch."

A shiver ran through you at the way he said it, voice dropping into that dangerous register that always made your thighs clench. "Yes," you breathed, swirling the wine in your glass. "Neha, specifically."

Taehyung chuckled, a dark, husky sound that rolled through your body like smoke. He took a slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling lazily as he sauntered toward you. His presence was magnetic, suffocating, the kind that made your breath catch without him even touching you.

"Kitten," he murmured, crouching in front of you, his hand gripping your chin as he tilted your face up to meet his. His thumb traced your bottom lip, his dark eyes narrowing. "You really are fucking twisted, aren't you?"

Your breath hitched as you leaned into his touch, your lips parting slightly. "You like that about me."

He smirked, leaning in close enough that you could feel the heat of his breath against your lips. "You're not wrong," he murmured. "But I don't share, baby. Not unless I get something out of it."

You swallowed hard, heart pounding as you set your glass aside and slid your hands up his chest, fingers teasing the open buttons of his shirt. "You'll get everything out of it. You’ll get me watching, squirming, soaking wet while you fuck her right in front of me. Doesn't that sound fun, Daddy?"

His jaw tightened at the word, a dangerous spark igniting in his eyes. He grabbed your hair, yanking your head back just enough to make you gasp, a wicked smile curving his lips. "You really want to watch me ruin someone else, huh? You want to sit there like a good little slut, touching yourself while I fuck her?"

You moaned softly at his filthy words, thighs clenching together as you nodded. "Please…"

Taehyung smirked, dark and wolfish, his tongue swiping across his lower lip as he released your hair and stood. "Call her."

Your breath caught. "Now?"

He shot you a sharp look over his shoulder as he stubbed out his cigarette. "You asked for this. So now you’re going to get it."

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An hour later, Neha stood frozen in the doorway, her fingers twisting nervously at the hem of her black dress. The dim lighting of the suite made her look like prey caught in the hunter’s den. Her lips were painted red, her heels clicked softly on the marble floor, and her curves strained against the silk fabric that hugged her like a second skin. She was stunning, trembling, and already overwhelmed by the thick tension suffocating the air.

You lounged elegantly on the velvet armchair, draped in a silk robe that barely covered your thighs, a glass of wine in hand. The smirk on your lips was soft but calculated, masking the storm of dark fantasies brewing beneath.