Should I kill him? That thought alone crossed my mind as I looked through the corner of my eye at her.
Driving, the thought of what I wanted to do with Sehun churned turbulently inside my head. How could he think that he had the right to be close with her? She didn't know about the turmoil inside the growing anger in my body that made my fingers painfully tighten around the wheel. I felt this animal needed to remove any part of him from her life, to erase him completely, to make him never have existed. The thought that he had been near her had made me angry.
I turned to her-the look in her eyes was out the window, lost in some otherworldly expression, incomprehensible to me. The soft curve of her lips, the soft flush of color marking her cheeks; it ran an ache through me, a need that dug deeper into my gut with each passing second: the need for complete and utter possession of this girl. She needed to know this now: she was mine, even if she didn't know it yet.
My hands tightened upon the wheel, my jaw clenched in frustration. I did the best to maintain control, but it was slipping through my fingers like sand. I had to remind myself there was a better way of dealing with this situation. I couldn't let my rage dictate my actions, not yet anyway.
But soon, my resolve began to break. As I looked back at her, I knew that Sehun being around her was a matter that couldn't go unpunished. He'd know soon enough to keep his hands off. I'd make sure of it.
My words were cut off by her soft, but slightly quivering voice. "You know, you don't have to be like this," she said, not turning around to face me.
I felt my jaw clench even further. "Like what?" I asked, fighting to keep my tone even.
"Very rude," she answered, looking out the window.
The anger brimmed once more. Rude? Was that how she saw it? Did she understand the storm inside me? I turned to her, forcing myself to be composed, though the strain in my voice wasn't masked. "Rude? Do you really think I was being rude?
She faced me, her face a mix of confusion and concern. "He's my friend, Taehyung. You didn't have to act like that."
That word again-friend. It was like a slap in the face every time she said it. It drove me further to make her understand.
A chuckle, dark and edged with frustration, escaped my lips. "You really don't get it, do you?She stared at me, clearly confused, her eyes clouded. "What?"
I pulled into the side of the road, well away from town into a desolate area of nothingness. There was open space on both sides as I turned the engine off, shifting to fully face her, my eyes locked into hers.
"What are we doing here?" she asked, a smidgen of nervousness catching in her voice.I didn't say anything. I just reached out and tugged on her arm, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened in surprise, but I didn't care. I moved my hand to her jaw, angling her face up to mine.
Our lips were just inches apart.
Without a word, I closed the space between us and pressed my lips onto hers. A hard, demanding kiss laced with every bit of possession, frustration, and longing I'd been swallowing for so long. I molded my lips to hers, my other hand tangled in the hair as I plunged deeper into the kiss.
I felt that I was losing control, but she needed to feel she belonged to me and nobody else could dare touch her. My soul was in that kiss, and I was lost in that, expected her to push me away, but she only froze for a second in shock, then responded.
The material of my suit coat had bunched where her hands had clutched it. One fist found my chest, a tangible testament to the pounding of my heart. The other trailed a gentle path up my throat, over my jawline, and into my hair.
She was matching my intensity, her lips moving against mine in the same urgent hunger. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, groaning at the response.
It was as if she mirrored my very need, her body reacting to mine with equal fervor. Her tongue touched mine, and I sent on a tailspin. Fuck, the heat of this moment overwhelmed me as I thought. She was into it, meeting me with the same wild, burning desire.
Fuck, I think I'm gonna lose control!
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ahhhh they kissed!
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