THE WORLD SHE PAINTED RED |KTH(18+)

"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed to say between fits of laughter.
And that's it, He grabbed her waist and kissed her hungrily, it was not just a kiss....it was a note that IF HE WANTS TO KISS HER, HE WILL: IF HE WANTS TO SUCK HER, HE WILL AND IF HE WANTS TO FUCK HER...HE WILL!!
After their lips parted from the kiss, he cradled her jaw between his thumb and two fingers. And turned her to face the mirror. The once pristine application of her lipstick was now smeared. "A beautiful mess." He smirked while saying this.

. . .
"Go and get ready to be fucked again." Taehyung.

"I really want to frame his Di*k." Isabella.
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Taehyung stood tall, gun raised on her head, his face unreadable. He didn't speak. He didn't move.
Isabella's breath caught in her throat. Three hours ago, he had sworn love.
Her voice trembled into the void. "Why?"
It was in that quiet that Isabella understood: the man she thought was hers was gone. The silence was his answer, his betrayal, his final confession. Her eyes burned crimson, shimmering with unshed tears. Slowly, Isabella lowered the gun from her temple to her chest, pressing cold steel against the place that betrayed her most. "My heart is at fault... for loving you."

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~Enemies to lovers. ~He fell first, and both fell harder. ~Both are dominating.
~mature.
(This story is more romantic than a thriller.)