"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

"That dress-" he says, eyes raking down your body. "-is 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 fucking distracting." ~~~~~ romcom + action a jeon jungkook fanfiction for his hoes [highest ranking: #1 in jungkook] [highest ranking: #1 in red} [highest ranking: #1 in romcom} started: april 2020 finished: march 2024 © bubbletaeu 2020

"you're insane." "haven't heard that one before." ******** a jungkook ff. lowercase intended. ⚠ warning ⚠: this story is not for the kind of heart. it will be extremely sexual, very violent, and very graphic. please read at your own risk. Highest rankings: #7 in insanity

Avery's senior year is turned upside down when a kiss with her older brothers' best friend ignites a forbidden relationship tangled in danger, heartbreak, and family secrets that could destroy everything. *** "Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me. His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his. "You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the one to hold you and kiss you the one you go to whenever you're happy or fucking sad. But let it be me, let me fucking show you that it should be me." He glares, jaw tensing. ...... ©hessaherophinelove

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

|𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃| ❝You're such a pervert, Jeon Jungkook.❞ ❝You haven't seen half of it.❞ ━━━━━━━༻𝓟･𝓑࿔━━━━━━━ 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗨 ➳ She's too innocent for his tastes. But it's only a matter of time before he can turn that pure mind into a dirty one. ˣ ˣ ˣ ⚠️ +𝟷𝟾 | 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 ⚠️

"I loved you," she said, letting the tears come back. "Y/n, don't cry." "And you promised to love me too, but it was all a lie. I was warned not to trust you, and I told them they were all wrong. You made me look like a fool." She sobbed. He still held her hands above her head. "You don't want to be with me, and I don't want to be with you. Let me go." Warning This story is toxic theme, with the reality of man.

21+ [Slow updates] He is a youngest business typhoon, a billionaire. One of the Supreme powers of the country. No one dares to say no to him. A man loved by many but got by none. At first meet, she accidentally spilled wine on him. "Uh..I-I am sorry..", she mumbled, staring at him. And a devilish grin forms on his lips, the kind of grin which made her nervous. "I want to have her", was the only thought that played in his mind as he stared at her. From just a play thing, she soon became the prisoner of his love, his passion, his addiction....his obsession. _________________________________________ Warning : This is a dark romance novel which will have many mature scenes. This can be disturbing for many readers out there who are sensitive regarding such topics like self harm, abuse, violence and other sensitive topic. P.s : I am not promoting toxicity. Hope readers are mature enough to understand that this is based on pure imagination and has nothing to do with any idol in real life.

🔞 [completed] A love so 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱...it justifies 𝘀𝗶𝗻. ❝𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝘮𝘺 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵. ❞ Highest Rankings: ♛ #1 fanfiction ♛ #1 matureaudience ♛ #1 jeonjungkook Copyright © 2022 Marie-Clarie