"You want to know what real fun is like, I know it.
You can pretend to be the good girl all you want, but deep down, there is a part of you that hates doing all those right, decent things.
You want to know what it's like to be bad!"
I can't help t...
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My stomach drops at his intense gaze.
I might have pushed him too far this time.
But before I can say anything else, he takes my wrist and pulls me off the dance floor, his grip so hard it's almost painful. I stumble after him as he stops in front of one of the servants.
"You," he snaps at him and the poor boy starts shaking.
"Y-yes, sir?"
"I need to make an important phone call. Show me to a room where I won't be interrupted."
I find it hard to breath as the boy nods in fear and intimidation and leads us through the mansion, up wide staircases and hallways, before coming to a stop in front of a massive black door. The servant doesn't even have time to open it before Taehyung pushes me inside, turns to the boy with a: "You can go now," and slams the door shut.
I stand in the middle of the darkly lit room, the door so soundproof, you could not hear a single thing of the party going on downstairs.
It looks like a fancy hotel room inside, the walls painted a dark brown, the floor made out of dark, expensive wood and the furniture and curtains shining in an elegant mahogany red. And then there is the massive queen sized bed.
I swallow hard.
"You know," his dark voice rumbles through the room and I see him still leaning against the door with his back to me, both hands flat against he wood, his head bent.
"If you don't know how to stop, why should I?"
Slowly he turns, and I don't know what to do with my body as he ranks his eyes up and down my height, his eyes leaving hot trails over my skin, as if he is already touching me. Dark strands have fallen into his forehead and with the black suit, he looks both hot and incredibly dangerous. The devil indeed.
He pushes off the door.
Some might think he walks lazily, but I see the tension in his body, the vein on his neck popping out and his hands balled into fists, like he needs to keep himself from running over. His eyes are so blazing, I back away, afraid I might burn myself.
Step after step I stumble back, until my back hits something hard- a large office desk. Taehyung comes to stand in front of me.
He seems even taller than usual, bending his head low as he leans down with both hands on the desk, trapping me with a long, heavy sigh. I don't think I'm breathing as his smell surrounds me, fills my nose and my world.
"I wasn't going to do this tonight. I was gonna wait. But you make it impossible, Lian."
I let out a stuttering breath as I wonder what he's referring too, even though I have a very good idea. I'm not afraid- never afraid of him, but I do suddenly feel nervous, the inside of my palms sweaty as I grab the edge of the desk.
