Isabella circled Jungkook like a predator playing with its prey, her eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of amusement and cruelty. She had taken her time to bring him here, to her mansion, and now she seemed intent on savoring the moment. Her every move was calculated, her posture relaxed yet intimidating. She exuded power, control—a queen in every sense of the word.

Jungkook was no stranger to danger. He had faced enemies, betrayals, and countless threats during his time in the mafia. But nothing compared to the unsettling feeling that coursed through him as Isabella stepped closer, her presence overwhelming in its intensity. His hands were still cuffed behind his back, his body bound to the chair she had shoved him into moments ago. He tried to maintain his composure, but Isabella had a way of making even the most hardened man feel vulnerable.

Without warning, she leaned down, bringing her face close to his. Her breath was warm against his ear as she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "You know, I’ve been in dire need of a plaything for a while now." Her words were like silk, smooth and seductive, but laced with danger. "And wouldn’t you know it? You, Jungkook, are the perfect one."

Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly at her words, his muscles tensing. He wasn’t sure if she was serious or if this was another one of her twisted mind games. Either way, he wasn’t about to let her toy with him. He opened his mouth to protest, but before he could get a word out, Isabella’s hand slid down his chest, her fingers trailing over the fabric of his shirt. She moved slowly, deliberately, her touch both teasing and threatening as she made her way down his body.

He swallowed hard, his breath hitching as her hand dipped lower, her fingers brushing against the waistband of his pants. Every instinct in him screamed to fight back, to reclaim control of the situation, but the handcuffs and her icy gaze kept him rooted in place. He was at her mercy.

"You’re not serious," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "This isn’t going to happen."

Isabella chuckled softly, her fingers continuing their slow exploration of his body. She didn’t stop, her hand now grazing over the most intimate part of him, causing his entire body to stiffen in response. Her touch was light, teasing, but the power she held over him was anything but. Jungkook clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the heat rising in his chest, but Isabella had a way of getting under his skin.

"Ah," she sighed, her voice dripping with amusement. "That’s where you’re wrong, darling."

She straightened up, pulling her hand back just enough to meet his gaze. Her eyes were dark, glittering with an emotion Jungkook couldn’t quite place. She was in control, and she knew it. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned in again, this time pressing her lips dangerously close to his ear.

"You’re not the one who decides what happens here," she whispered, her voice like velvet. "You never were. And you never will be."

Jungkook felt a surge of anger rise within him, but it was laced with something else—something he wasn’t used to feeling. She had him completely at her mercy, and no amount of bravado or defiance was going to change that. He had underestimated her, and now he was paying the price.

"Isabella," he growled, his voice low and filled with warning. "Don’t push me."

But Isabella merely laughed, the sound light and mocking as she stood up straight, her gaze raking over him like he was nothing more than a toy for her amusement. "Push you?" she repeated, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Oh, Jungkook. I’m not pushing you. I’m pulling you in. You’re already mine. You just haven’t realized it yet."

She stepped closer again, her hips swaying as she moved with a confidence that was as mesmerizing as it was dangerous. Jungkook’s eyes followed her every move, his mind racing with a mixture of anger, frustration, and something else he refused to name.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Isabella climbed onto his lap, straddling him in a way that made his heart pound harder in his chest. The chair creaked under their combined weight, but neither of them paid it any mind. Isabella’s hands came to rest on his shoulders, her grip firm as she leaned in once more, her lips hovering just inches from his.

"You see," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin, "I’ve always been in control, Jungkook. And now, I’m going to make sure you never forget that."

Jungkook swallowed hard, his pulse racing. He was used to being in charge, used to having people fear him. But here, with Isabella in his lap, her hands teasingly close to his most vulnerable areas, he felt completely out of his element. She had him pinned, both physically and emotionally, and he hated how much power she had over him.

Isabella must have sensed his internal struggle because she smirked, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him closer. "You want to fight me, don’t you?" she purred, her voice laced with amusement. "But deep down, you know you can’t win."

Jungkook gritted his teeth, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response. He knew she was right—at least for now. But that didn’t mean he was going to roll over and let her have her way with him. He was Jungkook, leader of one of the most feared mafia groups in the world. He wasn’t about to let anyone, not even Isabella, make him feel powerless.

"Good boy," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear in a way that sent shivers down his spine. "Now, let’s see just how much fun we can have together."

Before Jungkook could react, Isabella’s hand slid lower, her fingers grazing over his most intimate area once again. He tensed, his entire body going rigid as he fought to keep control of his emotions. But it was no use. Isabella had him exactly where she wanted him, and she wasn’t going to let him go.

"Don’t worry," she whispered, her voice soft and seductive. "I’ll make sure you enjoy this."

Jungkook’s breath hitched as her hand moved with deliberate slowness, teasing him in a way that made his blood boil. He hated how much control she had over him, hated how easily she could make him feel like this. But no matter how much he resisted, there was no denying the effect she had on him.

"You’re mine now, Jungkook," Isabella whispered, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she pressed herself closer to him. "And there’s nothing you can do about it."

Jungkook swallowed hard, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a plan, any plan, to turn the situation around. But with Isabella straddling him, her hands exploring his body, he knew there was no escape. She had him, and she wasn’t going to let him go.

As Isabella leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his neck, Jungkook closed his eyes, his mind spinning. He had always been in control, always the one calling the shots. But now, with Isabella’s hands roaming over his body and her voice whispering promises of domination, he realized just how far he had fallen.

And the worst part? A part of him didn’t want to fight it anymore.