EP 14

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I pulled away, breathless, but the storm inside me raged stronger than before. Her wide eyes held a mix of shock and something I couldn't quite name—fear, excitement, maybe even curiosity. But she didn't recoil; she didn't push me away. Instead, she licked her lips, and the sight drove me wild, igniting a fire that burned hotter than ever.

"Taehyung..." she whispered, and the way my name rolled off her tongue sent another wave of possessiveness crashing over me. I wanted to consume her, body and soul. I wanted her to forget about Sehun, forget about everything outside this moment, and realize that she belonged to me.

"Forget him," I demanded, my voice low and intense, filled with the weight of my frustration. "You don't need him. Not when I'm right here."

Her brow furrowed as she searched my eyes, still trying to understand. "But he's just a friend," she protested softly, a hint of defiance lacing her words.

"Just a friend?" I echoed, my anger boiling beneath the surface. "What does that even mean? Does he hold your hand? Does he whisper sweet nothings in your ear? Because I can promise you, I will not stand for it."

Her breath hitched as I leaned in again, this time pressing my forehead against hers, my eyes boring into hers. "You're mine, Y/N. I need you to understand that. I need you to accept it."

A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face, and I couldn't help but smirk, enjoying the power I held in that moment. But deep down, I felt the clawing edges of desperation. I wanted her to surrender, to recognize the truth of what we had, even if it scared her.

"I don't know what you mean," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, but I could hear the tremor of uncertainty within it.

"Let me show you," I urged, pulling her closer again, feeling her warmth radiate against me. I brushed my lips against her cheek, trailing kisses down to her jawline, savoring the softness of her skin. I relished the way she leaned into my touch, the way her body responded instinctively, betraying her inner conflict.

"Taehyung, we can't—"

"Can't?" I interrupted, frustration bubbling within me. "What's stopping us? Fear? Doubt? Sehun?"

I pulled back, my grip on her jaw tightening slightly. "You need to choose, Y/N. You can't have both worlds. It's me or him." My tone was firm, unyielding, and I saw her resolve begin to waver.

"I—"

Before she could finish, I crashed my lips against hers once more, claiming her, pouring all my emotions into that kiss. The urgency of my need surged within me, pushing me to convey everything I couldn't say in words. I pulled her flush against me, letting her feel the intensity of my desire, the rawness of my passion.

As I kissed her, I could sense the storm inside her unraveling, the hesitation fading away. I wanted her to surrender completely, to let go of the world outside this car, outside of us.

With every brush of my lips, every deepening caress, I could feel her beginning to respond in kind, mirroring the heat I brought forth. She pressed into me, her hands moving up to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as if she were trying to fuse our very beings together.

I pulled back just enough to see her face. I smirked, my thumb brushing over her lips, feeling the heat between us simmer but still on the verge of eruption. "Do you like my surprise?" I asked, the memory of that magazine cover flashing through my mind. I could make a great model. The way her eyes had gleamed when she spoke about it, the way her cheeks flushed—it had only fueled my need to claim her as mine.

Her gaze flickered with recognition, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. She bit her bottom lip, avoiding my eyes, but I wasn't going to let her shy away now. Not when we were so close.


"You saw it, didn't you?" My voice dropped lower, teasing. "You couldn't stop staring at me back then... just like now." I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear, whispering, "I saw the way you looked at me in that suit, Y/N. You wanted more."


Her breath caught in her throat, and I knew I'd struck a nerve. She was trying to deny it, trying to fight the pull between us, but she couldn't. I could see it in the way her hands fidgeted, how her fingers brushed against my chest, hesitant yet wanting.


"I... I didn't—" she stammered, but I cut her off with a dark chuckle.


"Don't lie to me," I whispered, grazing my lips lightly against her ear, feeling the way her body responded, the shudder that ran through her. "I know what you want. I know you want me, Y/N."Her silence spoke louder than any words she could have said. The tension between us was thick, the desire hanging in the air like a heavy storm, and I could feel her resolve slowly crumbling.But that flicker of doubt, that hesitation, still lingered in her eyes. And I couldn't allow it. Not now, not when I was this close.


I pressed my lips softly to the corner of her mouth, letting the heat simmer between us once more. "Say it," I urged, my voice low and commanding. "Say you want this. Say you want me."Her lips trembled, her fingers tightening on the fabric of my suit jacket, clinging to the last bit of her restraint. And then, finally, in a breathless whisper, she gave me the words I craved.


"I... I want you."


That was all I needed.


I kissed her again, harder this time, claiming her fully, leaving no space for doubt or resistance. There was only us now, and I wasn't going to let anyone, not Sehun, not anyone else, stand in the way of what was mine.

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