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26| "Violence in his eyes." 

Nina loathed unwelcome events.

Just like that, she was hating the catastrophe of the situation, gracefully knocking all over her existence. How depressing. 

"What are you doing Ji-hoon, leave my hand!" Nina seethed, her heels clicking sound matching her jiggling nerves as she flared a disenchantment stare at her old-time friend. A friend who she wanted smack right across his face for his ill actions. A friend who was determined to obliterate their rusty, kindred-spirit bond. 

Nina called his name, as expected he was ignoring her demand and was busy functioning like a rabid hound. With every staggering step, her backbone hardened with a smash of apprehension. Nina twirled her head back, expecting Taehyung to show up. Normally, he would trail behind her like a neglected, persistent pup seeking her attention. And when she truly needed him; he was nowhere to be seen. What the fuckening fuck?

Great. The urge to commit two murders was so strong, that Nina hardly could contain it anymore.

Finally, Ji-hoon stopped when they reached the desolate balcony. The sound of the classic music was dull in the distance, the cold breeze nipped her silken skin, rolling a shiver down her body. The velvety sky was remorse without the tiny stars, solely just carrying the solitary moon. An eerie sensation solidified her veins, turning her blood into the dirt, making every breath hard for her to seize in her lungs. Something was off. The uneasiness slashed open her guts and the alarming ringing in her ears got louder and louder.

Nina yearned to run back to Taehyung and dive into his arms and never wished to get out of his hold. Yes, she wished her enemy's arms tied around her body to make her feel assured and safe. How absurd. 

She shouldn't wish this kind of thing from a man who was her ultimate heartbreak, her manic kidnapper who forced her to do things according to his wishes. Was it Nina's fault when her solitary heart was at blame, stubbornly weeping to have the man close until they were absorbed to each other? 

It was another thing that Taehyung was a difficult person. A walking-talking-box of trouble. An unsympathetic asshole in capital letters. 

Albeit with his flaws, with his monstrosity, with his evilness, Nina found a crazy sort of serenity. Like a pearl glowing in the dark abyss. Like a golden light tearing the dark void to reach her, to fill the empty chamber of her rib cage.  

Ji-hoon slowly turned at her like a predator, his gaze engulfing her face. She paled when he hauled her and shoved her back against the railing, surrounding her small frame with his colossal body. By the harsh action, the centre of her back hit the railing and new pain was evoked in the area. Now, for the onlookers, it might come across that they were a random couple having a conversation or personal moments. Nina hissed, when his thumb brushed her pulse, tips brutally pressing against her skin, it would probably leave a bruise by tomorrow. 

"I should ask you dammit, What are you doing? Are you out of your fucking mind?" Ji-hoon jabbed his index on the side of Nina's head, rather aggressively, causing her face to jerk a little. Ji-hoon was always a sweet-talker, and this new quality in his character surely left Nina astonished.

Ji-hoon's anger was quite vocal— Nina had no idea why he was creating such a fuss. And maybe she had the idea. Now, slowly the picture was getting clear and the confusing slivers were falling on the place, choking her composure. Ji-hoon was hostile to the sight of Taehyung and Nina together— it was clear that Ji-hoon was bad at dealing with his blow-up emotions.

The girl that he always had his eyes on was already mingling with a guy who he detested with every bone of his body. Taehyung was one of those people who Ji-hoon couldn't stand, and Ji-hoon could discern his chances with Nina's demolishing. Only if he could see that he never had a chance with her because she had never seen him more than a friend. 

"Whatever I do shouldn't concern you and I don't remember giving you any right to treat me like this. Let me go!" Nina's glare honed, her eyes were blank pits, fixing on his beet-red face. His closeness, his breath warming her face deepened her disgust. The night grew darker, and the place where they were standing went smaller, claustrophobic.

With Nina's every word, his nails dig under her flimsy skin to create an uncomfortable pain. Nina swore if she had to go through the pain his grip was causing in her hand, she was going to do something drastic.

Maybe pushed him off the balcony and watched him hitting the ground and bleeding on the dirt. 

"No, you listen here, woman." Ji-hoon barked out like a wounded animal, his breaths coming into hectic pants. 

"You have always refused me but I have never treated you like shit. I was always by your side when everyone was neglecting you when they treated you like an outcast. I was there for you since the beginning for fuck sake and you are returning the favour like this?!" So he was calling his friendship, his kindness a favour? Nina was thinking he was genuine all along in the past. How wrong she was to assume he was different from other rich, heartless kids. How stupid she was to assume he was her real friend and how hypocritical he was to mock her grief. 

"Without a word you disappeared, cut all the ties and now suddenly you are back with this news. You can't be his fiance, how could you? I didn't meet you to hear this bullshit, do you feel me? That bastard of your fiance needs to get out of the frame." Taehyung would greatly disagree, he might even gladly assassinate him for spouting this bullshit.

"He needs to get out of your life." His hoarse voice was acidic, searing her ears. She flinched, her iris clouded over in utter fear. The admiring image she had for him was thrown in the back of her head, fading away like a thick cloud.

This all felt surreal— this all felt like a nightmare. Nina's head was spinning and spinning, and her chin trembled due to the pain Ji-hoon was inflicting on her wrist and back.

"Taehyung always kicked you down but I was there to catch you from falling. I was there when that bastard kept making things worse for you, Nina." Ji-hoon leaned down further, his eyes dropping on her mouth and Nina's tipped her head back to avoid the closeness. Nina felt nauseous, her throat was squeezing with the new dryness. 

Yes, Ji-hoon made her feel good. Ji-hoon made her feel happy. Ji-hoon made everything bearable for her in the shithole school. He was the perfect friend. A protector. A pillar to lean on when everything was too much but right now the man standing in front of her was entirely a different person. Nina couldn't recognise him—or maybe she never knew him.

"Ji-hoon you are hurting me." Nina's stomach was plugged with an onslaught of emotions, her consciousness was on the verge of deteriorating. Nina was betrayed, tonight she had lost a friend, and the pain was inevitable. She admired the old Ji-hoon and the softest glint of his eyes but those eyes were no longer that Nina had known for years, they were entirely changed.

And she always knew Taehyung's witchery eyes. They never changed. Still, smirky, wicked and crooked with a flicker of playfulness. Shockingly, those eyes broke comfort within her. At some moments when Nina's emotions were too heavy, his eyes radiated the utmost warmth. Same warmth when they arrived at the Kim mansion. Perhaps, Taehyung had covered his concern but the way he kept caressing her hand in heartfelt care deceived the vicious veil that he exhibited to the world. Taehyung did care, he just didn't appreciate the idea of showing it.

"I can't believe you are wasting your time with a man like him. A fucking manwhore, there isn't a single girl in this town that he hadn't slept with. What's wrong with you? He isn't right for you Nina. Open your eyes and see, he can't make you happy. He isn't worthy of you, he is a freak." His furious insults for Taehyung echoed in Nina's head, she couldn't bring herself to come out of the haunting loop. She wanted to kill him for insulting him, for calling Taehyung a freak. Taehyung was an infamous manwhore. It wasn't new information that Ji-hoon was feeding her in an attempt to change her mind. 

Nevertheless, there was a thing that Ji-hoon didn't know. Taehyung could be an arrogant manwhore who adored sex, but he was a prim and proper bastard who knew his boundaries, a limitation, especially with ladies. He believed women are the creations that are meant to cherish, in bed or out of bed. He respectfully seduces them with his sexy smirk and flirtatious talks, not to force them with his manly strength.

Now you know why women had blushing cheeks and combusting panties for Kim Taehyung.

"Or you are not the saint that I was assuming you were?" Ji-hoon let out a piercing chuckle, eyes taking a quick glance at her body. The tone was pure manic, slithering under her limbs to lacerate her skin open. 

"What? What's with this look? I don't think you're as pure as all that. I think you're something else. Possibly one of his sluts, a gold-digging whore, spreading your legs for him to taste, to fill the absence of luxuries in your life. Say Nina, am I wrong and if that's the case then I'll place the whole riches of this world under your feet, you just have to be with me." 

Nina's body went frigid, the longing to crawl back into her private bubble was severe. Everything was overwhelming. The night, the air, even the ground she was standing on was too much for her. She couldn't bear anything, and the impulse thrived when Ji-hoon gaped at her like a hungry wolf, ready to tear her open. She knew he wanted to humiliate her, inflict shame in her vessels but Nina didn't feel anything, not even a sting of embarrassment because she was none of them. She wasn't a slut, not a gold-digging whore. Nevertheless, it didn't make her feel much better.

Now, she understood why her guts were buzzing with anxiety before coming here, why she felt the night wouldn't be as delightful as Taehyung was reckoning. He was actually very pleased to have her as his date, even his impassive eyes were smiling whenever their gaze locked. She wanted to go back to him and stare into his eyes, immersed in his body cologne, she wanted to curl under his arms like a kitten and if he would want to her purr in his embrace— fuck it, she would even do that to just be with him at that moment.  

"Nina, you were supposed to be mine, mine." Ji-hoon was chanting those words like a mantra. His grip was shrinking around her wrist. The thick, diamond bracelet cut through her skin, worsening the burn as his other hand cupped her cheeks harshly, fingers almost digging in her cheekbone. 

"Stop!" Nina screeched, she twisted her head to avert his attempt to kiss her. She gathered her strength and shoved him with her free hand. The more she struggled, the more forceful his actions served. Nina's lungs clattered when he pressed his hips against her body to hold her in one place, stopping her from thrashing. She could overhear her heartbeats, beating wildly in her chest like a hummingbird. 

That was it, she was losing her mind and she had enough of his fuckery. Who the hell was he to own her? Judge her. Or measure her? For a second, she was crushed against his strength but now she reminded herself that she was a woman who would not bear anyone walking all over her or her dignity. 

Nina raised her hand and slapped him right across his face, hard and loud, tossing his face to the other side and the sound spiralled around them.

"You. . . slapped me?" Ji-hoon growled out in disbelief. Wow, he really didn't expect it. Dimwit. Nina flashed him—'yes bitch, I did slap you, whatcha gonna do?' face. 

"You are gonna regret this." Ji-hoon sneered. Nina wriggled when he grabbed her jaw as in instinct she closed her eyes, waiting for the consequences, waiting for a hit. 

"Take your filthy hands off, you are gonna sully her." A growl quivered Nina's body as well as the corner where she was standing. 

That raucous growl belonged to Taehyung; his presence filled the balcony, even the hollow of her soul. Taehyung wasn't close to her yet she felt him everywhere and it caused her heart to twirl, to break through her bones and tossed across his feet. 

Nina opened her eyes, only to greet him and his furious stance. 

Ji-hoon was already yanked away by the back of his collar and thrown on the floor like a rag doll. A gust of breath fled between her dry lips, her hands heaving you to grab the railing. The next thing, Nina knew Taehyung was swinging his fist on his face as if Ji-hoon was a useless punching bag. A powerless man, resembling a needless sack of flesh and greatly defeated by the devil himself. Her devil was here and he was bloodthirsty.

Something akin to satisfaction flickers through Nina's face, she shrivels against the bar, trembling and gasping. For the first time in these damned weeks, Nina was happy to see Taehyung. The first time his presence didn't itch her heart. It eased her soul, smoothed the creases of her heart. The mighty he was, with Taehyung's dominance the balcony shrunk so did her bones. 

Nina froze.

Everything was blurred, her surroundings were dimmed, and her ears were numb. She didn't notice Taehyung's bodyguards were there either. Tall and proud. Silently standing. Cautiously watching the upheaval their boss was assembling. They were waiting for Taehyung to be done so they could clean the mess. 

All Nina could do was gawk at Taehyung swaying his steel-like fist on Ji-hoon's banged face. Every move was firm and clean, his biceps cut through the suit. Blood seeping out of his mouth, dripping down his chin and coating his teeth. Nina's forehead was beaded with cold sweat. Her throat worked for a heavy gulp when the sound of Ji-hoon's cracking jaw swirled in the toxic air.

So fucking satisfying.

"This is the punishment of your fucking crimes. And you know what they are?" Taehyung was radiating absolute preeminence. His chest was a mayhem, an uproar and it would only calm down by witnessing Ji-hoon in pain. So he kicked the side of his ribs— as expected he bawled like a bitch, causing Ji-hoon's body to curl in the ground like a shrimp. 

"For looking at my red with dirty intentions." Taehyung kicked the side of his abdomen.  

"For wanting her." Another kick in the centre of his stomach. 

"For touching her." Another kick.

"For disrespecting her." Double kick.

"For making her miserable. For not being genuine with her." Taehyung kicked the side of his face. As sickly a sight as it was, blood splattered out of his mouth, leaving Ji-hoon coughing and groaning in misery.

"For thinking that you can snatch her away from me! You asshole." Nina had never seen Taehyung this mad, it seemed like he wasn't even there. The muscles of his jaw were rigid, his nose was flaring and his eyes were crazed. He was downright livid. 

And Nina never felt her heart beating so fast, so achingly. The way Taehyung didn't give a single chance to Ji-hoon to attack him or fight him back, indicated that Taehyung was clearly not in a mood to play or mock. Ji-hoon's depressing moans and groans— His wounds and dripping blood didn't faze Nina. Those inky eyes were simply overhauled on Taehyung, only on him as if she was bewitched by his sight. 

First, because his golden eyes were glowing more than they ever have, they were extra evil. And there was a flush — dark and crimson and angry kind of flush stinging his arrogant cheekbones. And second, the way he talked, the way he dominated his surroundings, the way a single strand of a vein snaked his forehead and the way his body pulled taut under his suit made him look—predatory and brutal and soul-shatteringly dangerous.

 Kim Taehyung was meant to wreak havoc.

"You knew." Taehyung whispered, he rounded Ji-hoon like a smug tiger before pouncing on his prey, slowly and evenly. Ji-hoon whimpered when Taehyung gripped a fistful of his hair and pulled him on his wobbling feet. 

"You knew that her eyes were always fixed on me, her longing stares were for me, her blushing cheeks were for me. She conversed with you in the cafeteria but her eyes were always locked with mine. You knew in the basketball court she didn't especially show up to visit you, she was there to watch me, loser." Ji-hoon glared at the smirking man. He was too shaken, too shivery, too fucking miserable to say anything.

"Truth hurts." Taehyung's smirk widened, and so did the evilness of his devil eyes, although his features remained so tight and so cold for so long that Nina thought he would never ever relax. She thought he might end up carrying his anger and never let it fade. 

Nina's body hitched, and her mouth fell open without any sound when suddenly Taehyung slammed Ji-hoon face against the railing. 

Bang!

Another slam.

Blood seeped out of Ji-hoon's forehead, and his body jerked and winded.

"Taehyung, stop! It's too much!" Nina could only allow herself to scream because her legs had lost the ability to move. Like a statue, she was iced in her place.

One more slam. Another bang. This time with an enormous force. Nina felt her frightened heart crawling in her tongue, ready to bounce out of her mouth.

Blood trailed and bathed Ji-hoon's face. Vibrant. Thick. And sick.

"Your wish is my command, princess." With that, Taehyung freed Ji-hoon's hair and his unconscious body slumped on the ground. Nina was damn sure, that a few more slams and he would be long gone. She didn't want Ji-hoon dead. She didn't want him gone. Thankfully, he was still breathing but wasn't in a good shape.

"I'd eradicate him for hurting you." Taehyung ambled toward her, his steps were steady and potent just like him. His voice was as dark as the night, working like a papercut over her skin. 

"I'd do something heinous." His eyes had the dark violence that she couldn't defeat, couldn't run away. There was the dreadful truth, she didn't want to run away. His features turned more predatory by the second, smouldering her from inside and out.

How attractive Taehyung was, how unforgivingly glorious and how attracted to him she was, it only made her hate him more, but did she really hate him at this moment? Perhaps no. A big no. He was getting closer and every step thumped her heart in utter bliss. The uncertainty in her chest swelled into a throbbing giddiness.

"Where are they taking him?" Nina allowed her surroundings to sink into her. Her eyes doubled from their size, and she proceeded to gape at the guards carrying Ji-hoon out of her sight.

"Hospital." Taehyung casually announced, wiping his hands in his handkerchief. A scowl pierced between his brows. "I'm not that wicked." Yeah, she could see his wickedness, she could feel it in the back of her throat. Dark and brutal. 

"I want to torture him until he can't take it and beg you for forgiveness like a bitch. I can make him kiss the ground where you are standing, it'd be a great sight." Taehyung tossed the handkerchief on the ground. Lazily, he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck to ameliorate the tension, not knowing that his comment tugged a listless string of her heart. 

"Lord, I want to squeeze his neck and watch his eyes popping out or better watch him taking his last breaths. But I won't do it. I won't kill him. And the only reason is his mother— she is a kind-hearted lady, and Ji-hoon is her only son, the only family that she has. She might hate me after this but who cares? I don't wanna break a mother's heart." And that's made his wickedness a little bearable. The kindest side of him that he hardly reveals, but it was there with a pulsating vein, with a beating heart.  

"You are unbelievable. So unbelievably crazy." A faint smile caressed Nina's dry lips, and her eyes stung with tears. However, she swallowed them back before they could kiss her cheeks. She didn't prefer to go all sobbing and wailing. She couldn't afford to let her gloomy emotions overpower her— Nina just needed Taehyung close while she shuffled out of her despair.

"It wasn't very pleasant to see your old friend eh?" The question was like rusty needles piercing her spine. The twinge was dull but it was there to mock her. Taehyung wasn't mocking her, he was just bitter. 

Nina remained quiet, her eyes cemented over the ground. The silence irked Taehyung, as he wiped the distance between them and stood in front of her where she was plastering against the railing as if her life depended on it.

And now, it was just them. Shuts away from the world where all she could feel him and all he could feel her. All she could hear him and all she could hear was her. 

Oh, how much she craved him in such a small time.

He placed both of his palms on the railing beside her body and dipped his head down at her level, a tight-lipped command for her to raise her head and look at him the way she often does. Taehyung sought to see those fierce eyes growling back at him. And when she obeyed, staring directly into his golden abysm, his monstrous heart hummed in life and every cancerous thought scrambling his head ended right there.  

Taehyung wanted to kiss her. A soft kiss. A raw kiss. A heartbreaking kiss and Taehyung wished to keep kissing her until he got sick of her taste, until he indulged in the aroma of her pain.

They were breathing in sync. When she inhaled, he exhaled and their heartbeats howled in the feral cadence. Her breasts were soft and ample against his granite-hard chest, his thighs teasing her dress. It stirred his unruly side, his fingers flexed with the choppy impulse to slide his hand under her dress to search for what he was dying to feel. The layer of clothing was the only obstacle that was interrupting them from savouring their body heat and he wanted nothing but to peel her dress off to worship every inch of her exposed body. 

"Hey, princess." Taehyung softly whispered with a smile— he actually smiled. The genuinely apologetic smile. Her heart burst like a balloon, then broke like glass, then fell into the chasm of her being like feathers.

Nina could say he had no words to comfort her. Taehyung was so bad at it but he was trying to make her feel better. With those softening eyes, he was asking forgiveness for not protecting her.

But Taehyung protected her, he made her feel safe, warm, happy — he made her feel everything that she shouldn't feel.

"Hey, asshole." Nina mumbled back. A smile coiled her lips, upon earning a hearty, manly chuckle. The mere throaty sound of his laugh twisted her stomach with raw sentiments and ascended her shyness. 

"Asshole with capital A?" He playfully interrogated, an amusing glint enriching his eyes. Every lining and curve of his face was blazing with mirth, he was delighted with his whole body. 

This man wasn't just possessive he was protective. He wasn't just a jerk, he had a seductively dirty mind. He wasn't just a baddie but a softie too and most importantly, he radiated ultimate dominance and authority — fuck it, he was a KEEPER.

Taehyung's nerves crowded with shock when she dropped her head on his shoulder, eagerly striving to soak his body warmth and he let her do it. He would let her do anything with him, even if she wanted to see the world turning into ashes, he would be the one to offer her a matchbox— anything for his princess. 

"Taehyung." She called his name, clutching his coat and shuddering against him like a dry, hopeless leaf. 

Taehyung hated to see her like this. 

"How are you feeling, my darling?" Taehyung's lips brushed her ear, maybe he left a peck, but Nina failed to notice.

"Betrayed. Pathetic." Her lips moved, voice muffling against his suit. Taehyung aired a ragged sigh. his arms closing around her waist as he stroked her back in a sluggish manner. Every stroke of his knuckles over her bare skin left a shiver coating her spine. Every caress brings out a different kind of fire in her lower belly, igniting her feral appetites. Why his touch was torturing as well as addicting? 

"I can't believe he is the same Ji-hoon." And she couldn't believe she was nestled against his chest and he was comforting her. Deep down she knew, it wasn't just the comfort, unknowingly he was ruining her for any other embrace— no one would hold her like this as if she was rare, only this man could do that. 

"How would that bastard react after knowing that I had dipped my cock into that sweet cunt of yours?" Nina's heart rumbled like confetti as she pressed her lips on the sliver of his neck— just a brush, not a kiss. A churning, a stir arose between her thighs and she shyly clenched them. His statement left a wanton prickle ghost through her navel, even his growl left a print on her skin. 

How could someone sound so filthy and sexy at the same time? Strange. Why couldn't she mind his dirty choice of words? Absurd— At the moment, she thought how would it feel to have him deep inside her, slipping in and out and pounding all the senses and morals out of her system? 

Would she allow herself to fidget and writhe against him while having a screaming orgasm or she would just cry out his name while getting high in lusty euphoria? How would it feel again to let their souls crash and ensnare and weep together in ecstasy? All those vivid thoughts were sinfully painful. But behind that pain, there was a degree of pleasure and she needed that pleasure until her shattered heart got repaired.

Nina groaned at those graphic images sketching on the surface of her brain, she lifted her head and glared at him with utmost shame lurking within her eyelids, heightening his wolfish grin— Taehyung knew he was affecting her, the way she was affecting him.

"He was way too freaky for the number of rejections you gave him in the past. Red, you are a heartbreaker but I won't blame him, for a woman like you every man wants to cause a riot." Taehyung's greedy eyes honed at her parted lips as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth to stop the animalistic sound clenching out of his chest. His fingertips dragged over her spine and halted on the back of her neck.

She flustered at his comment, a fuzziness shaped in her lower belly, trickling down to tease her muscles. Her toes curled and her cunt deliriously tingled in response to his intimate touch.

"I made it clear a long time ago. . . I told him that I can't return his feelings. I thought he would forget about me." Taehyung didn't ask anything, yet she felt like telling him.

"I Guess, sometimes our feelings don't change for one particular person." His voice was as calm as the morning breeze yet cold, making her press against him tightly. "Sucks right, Red. Sucks to be unable to change your feelings. Sucks to want the one person that you can't have." And with that the apathy of his face retreated, the mellow gleam in his eyes turned sharp and bleak. 

Nina understood what he meant. Because she was there. She went through those grievous emotions. So no one could infer this better than her.

"You get on my nerves." She hissed, gripping his suit until the texture wounded her fingers. "Actually, you and Ji-hoon both know how to get on my nerves. You both are the same. Knuckleheads, egoistic and can't take a no as an answer." In one breath, she unpacked her opinion, showered him with her judgement. Nina expected him to go all sour and offended but all he did was stare. 

"We are not the same, Red." Taehyung hissed back, his fingers mashing her neck, inflicting a delicious explosion of rush in every sensitive place of her body. She felt the tension in her nails, in her toes, in her tongue and with her every breath, the twinge curling between her legs worsened.

"We both have different places in your life. You have different emotions for us. He was your so-called friend, but I wasn't your friend, we couldn't be friends." Taehyung's frown reduced, and the bitterness in his words dissolved when she cupped his jaw, thumb brushing across the arch of his cheekbones as she effortlessly pulled him close.

"Yes, because I hate you and you hate me." She spurred, rasping against his mouth. 

Nina's lashes fluttered close as she pressed their lips. Taehyung's fingers loosened around her neck, and his eyes enlarged in genuine shock. This woman was doing things with him and he had no leverage over it. She was like a slam over the barriers that he had built around him and heck, he was frail to even stop her. Nina's bravado left him speechless, even his mind short-circuited. 

Nonetheless, he enjoyed his lower lip stuffing between her teeth, then her mouth sucking the tender flesh, rooting his carnal grunts deep into her lungs. Nina kissed him as if she was starving for him and he was her last meal on this damned Earth. The slow, long and playful nips on his lips almost made him chuckle— she was hot as well adorable, so adorable that he wanted to strip her bare and fuck her right here and there.

Another hand, Nina couldn't stop herself from coveting him and the sin that would come with it. She was simply intoxicated. Taehyung knew this closeness might be hard for him to resist but he had never imagined that Nina would be the one to make a move to obliterate the all lines between them.

She floored him. She fueled him. She overpowered him. Taehyung swore if Nina kept kissing him like this, he might end up losing his goddamn sanity— he might end up marrying her and impregnating her— he might end up becoming a great man for her.

And when she pulled away, he enunciated in a voice that was soaked with sexual arousal.

"Yes but our hate is different, it unveils us to each other, it moulds us into something extraordinary. Our hate didn't make us insecure or hesitate to stand in front of each other." Taehyung's gruff voice etched in the walls of her heart. She would never let those words erase. It was their reality, it was their secret. "We are each other's sickness with no fucking cure, I don't think we will ever recover from each other." Nina listened to him with rapt attention, realising she never felt this unholy and wrong and light before. 

"And now, it's my turn to savour you." And with that, he conquered her mouth, all teeth and tongue. Unlike Nina's teasing and soft kisses, his kisses were delicious and downright mean just like his whole existence. His tongue thrust and stretched in her mouth, tangling and pressing with her tongue while his hand slid inside her dress through the slit, landing between her legs, leaving a scorching path in its wake. 

Nina's fingers messed his hair a little, the silkiness was like ribbons twirling around her fingers. She didn't mean to ruin his dashing hairstyle but the way he was consuming her mouth was just something else, something mind-boggling. Nina kissed him back, kneading her breasts against his chest while relishing the suction of his mouth on her tongue. He didn't just own her mouth, he gobbled her as if she was the beginning and end of his every thought, vacuuming her lips until the tiny muscles of her mouth began stinging. 

The pleasure didn't leave her any option, she was drowning and drowning in the brine of elation. She had no control over her actions, the heat surrounded them as if they were in an inferno. She could only just sweat— twist and render lewd noises to please him. And every sexy moan of hers made his ravenous heart satisfied, and his cock stirred with hunger for more, and the need overflowed when he surrounded her spasming cunt with his palm. 

Every cell and vessel of her body convulsed and she groaned in his mouth, letting him celebrate the sound by clenching his palm there. The warmness and the roughness of his hand made her pussy spillage and achy, causing her hips to mindlessly roll and grind against his hand to chase the friction.

"I love your moans." Taehyung captured her lower lip and gave it a teasing, long pull. The eyes locking were raw. The lecherous energy was uncontrollable. The desire to see her exposed and flushed at his mercy, to want her core to squeeze and his tongue danced between her thighs elicited within him. Nasty ideas, Taehyung just couldn't help himself. 

"I love your plumped-up tits, they fit in my hands perfectly." His free hand hovered over her breast, as the prickly sensation around her neck spread and gathered at the stub of her toes. Taehyung caught a trail of sweat disappearing in her cleavage in response to that smokey hot sight, he fondled her soft bosom, then rolled the semi-hard nipple between his thumb and index.

"I love when this sweet cunt of yours throb and fluid for my attention, for my touch. I love when your arousal soaks my fingers. I think you'd like me to finger fuck you, I think you'd surely love it." If Nina wasn't trembling before, now her muscles were vibrating with excitement. Taehyung could hear the wild humming of her blood in his ears. He could sense the cold dampness seeping her panties and her slick channel demanding to subside the salacious starvation that was protruding with every passing second. The inappropriate touches. The improper talk shouldn't feel so good.

"So you love my moans, my tits and my sweet cunt but you hate me?" Nina rolled her eyes, she waited for him to bite her back with a wolfish comeback but she got nothing. Taehyung just tossed her a half smile at her witty comment. Something mysterious shifted in his eyes that Nina couldn't pinpoint — Taehyung decided to keep his answer to himself, somewhere locked inside him so Nina wasn't able to reach it. After all, it was his secret.

They were two people who were maddeningly hungry to savour each other's thoughts and souls, so hungry that their hatred and lust burned through their hearts and mold something so beautiful. They didn't know what to name this beautiful feeling— a feeling that almost seemed like love.

"I'm scared one day you are gonna steal my fucking soul, Red. And I'm not ready for it. I'm not ready to give you that power." His gravel voice died in her mouth when he pulled her by her throat and kissed her hard, stealing every whimper, breath and thoughts for himself.

"I wasn't ready when you entered my life like a fucking Hurricane. Do you have any idea how torturing you are sometimes? Your presence alone ruins all my reasoning. You distract me and it's becoming maddening. Fuck, you are the end of me, Red." A sloppy, breathless kiss as his thumb rolled over the length of her cunt, running up and down in a lazy, hazy manner then fast and raving rhythm, making her womanly juice gush in her panties.

The tip of his thumb and the fabric of her panties built a luscious clash in her clit, causing it to pulsate with a dull sensation. The press of his fingers around her throat wasn't tight but it wasn't very delicate either. He granted her a bearable yet intense choke as she clung to him, accepting the gust of thrills exploding in her veins like fireworks. Her mouth was moaning, her thighs were clenching and her pussy was begging for more. It was hot and nasty and everything that she needed to release the chaos in her brain.  

"Sir." They both snapped out of their lustful trance when a feminine voice drifted into their personal space. Nina was the first to pull away, swatting his hand away from her throat and under her dress.

A stranger didn't need to know how much she enjoyed getting choked while being a complete wreck in sheets — The panic filled her lungs, irritating her. Meanwhile, Taehyung looked downright irritated, his eyes were murderous. Of course, he was enraged — he was going to stick his finger in one of the full-flavoured slits. He was going to fuck the siren of his fantasy. 

"What and why?!" Taehyung barked out, turning to his secretary Mo. Nina felt pity for the girl's trembling state, she looked so young and fragile and it seemed like she would cry at any moment. Before Nina could say anything, Taehyung was quick to voice out.

"I was making out and I was enjoying every second of it and you know how much I hate getting interrupted. So what makes you think that I'd appreciate your presence here, Mo?" Taehyung gritted his teeth so hard that Nina felt the sound bouncing in her ears. 

"I'm sorry to disturb your moment, sir. But Mrs Kim asked for you. It's urgent, please." Mo's eyes were troubled, her hands were jittery and she kept toying with her fingers. Then something switched in Taehyung's eyes, a hint of darkness, a glitter of awareness and he jerked out a curt nod. Mindlessly Taehyung grabbed Nina's wrist, only to earn an uncomfortable hiss.  

"Your hand, what happened to your hand?" Taehyung's questioning gaze coasted over her face, his finger softly brushing her stinging skin. Taehyung's expression was filled with something dark as sin and realisation. 

"I should have fucking killed him. He hurt you, my red, my princess and I think he doesn't deserve to taste my kindness." This was supposed to upset her but all she discerned was relief kicking her streaks. Because his hands were shaking, his eyes were wavering with emotions. It proved that he wasn't entirely dead, he could feel things. Kim Taehyung was a jumble of emotions.

"I'm fine, Taehyung. I'm totally fine, okay." The back of her knuckles brushed his jaw, an attempt to calm him, albeit hesitation pinged the wall of her chest, leaving a trace of rawness. She hated how her body was reacting to his every minor touch, she felt like she had gotten off a rollercoaster. 

"It's not fine. He pierced his nails into your skin, it looks horrible. Should I just go and cut his arms off for you? Don't worry, losing some limbs won't kill him, he will survive." A slow, manic smirk unfurled across his lips.

"Taehyung!" 

"Fine, I'm kidding." Taehyung snappily rolled his eyes. He wasn't kidding but again he didn't want to upset her more than she already was. This woman was now controlling him and he was liking every second of it. 

"Mo is gonna treat your wounds and stay with you, I'll join you in some minutes." Taehyung aired out, running his hands in his hair to fix them.

"There is no wound, Taehyung. See." Nina twisted her wrist in front of him, assessing the marks.

"Seesh, you talk a lot, darling." Taehyung kissed her lips, whisking the solitary beats of her heart. Nina gawked at him with fluttering lashes. "Let her whine all she wants, you do what I told you and also give her something sweet to eat. She must be hungry, food makes my princess happy." Another kiss on her cheek and her brain was floating, while her stomach was a zoo of butterflies. A man who takes care of your food? What else do you need?

"I'm." Nina's cheeks reddened as she awkwardly glanced at Mo. "I'm not hungry, don't pay attention to him." She leaned and whispered in the girl's ear while side-eyeing Taehyung, lowkey hating him, and secretly swooning over him.

"Paying attention to his orders is my job ma'am." Mo grabbed her shoulders, her palms were soft, just like her smile as she gestured for her to walk. 

"Tough work. Being Secretary isn't an easy job, especially when your boss is a blockhead. My boss is just like him." Nina mumbled, glancing at Taehyung who was staring at her with hooded eyes, he arrogantly arched his eyebrows at her remark.

"Ma'am you are so right. Finally, glad to see Mr Kim having a woman who compliments him well." Mo whispered in Nina's ear, grinning heartily.

"Oh, tell me more about him. Has he ever dated anyone?" Hey, Nina was just curious to know though she knew that he wasn't into dating and courting.

"Oh, Nina." Upon hearing her name, her feet stuttered. The redhead turned at him and Taehyung felt an earthquake in his body, shaking and flipping his insides.  She was so breathtaking, how could someone not want her? 

"Next time you kiss me, we are fucking." He winked at her before walking past them, leaving Nina's mouth dangling in shame. Her shame heightened when Mo giggled beside her.

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