‎|22|❝DOLL❞

||TAEHYUNG||

I carefully manipulate everything in my way, as I just want to get my hand on Lisa, knowing she is worthless to my status, but still, I want her until my lust and hunger get satisfied with her.

My breath hitched as I saw her in the wedding dress, looking so beautiful that it stirred something dark and primal within me.

The urge to tear the delicate fabric from her body surged through me, but I forced myself to remain composed.

Just once, I needed to control her to savor the anticipation before I could indulge in her beauty. My thoughts swirled with dark desire and lust, barely contained as I watched her.

Soon, very soon, I would have her completely, and then after using her, I would throw her away from my life like a detached page of my life, which I did with many women.

To gain my advantage, I would use everything and every way to benefit me in this situation.

As I watched her struggle with her conflicting emotions, a twisted sense of satisfaction welled up within me. I couldn't resist the opportunity to manipulate her, to draw her further into my web of deceit.

"Lisa, you're worried about that family, but you know how my life is," I lied smoothly, weaving a carefully crafted facade of indifference. "I never wanted anyone, Lisa."

I looked deeply into Lisa's eyes, my voice soft yet filled with intensity. "Lisa, I'm being gentle with you because I know you'll understand. I don't want to frighten you. I could force you, control you, or do anything to have you, but what I truly desire is for you to give yourself to me willingly."

"I'm not giving you a chance; I'm giving you advice, and I'm sharing my decision with you. If you can't be mine willingly, I'll do whatever it takes, right or wrong, to make you mine, Lisa. You drive me to madness with your allure, and I can't resist it," I confessed, laying bare the depths of my obsession and desire for her.

My words were laced with deceit, designed to trap her in my web of manipulation. Despite my feigned disinterest, the desire to possess her burned fiercely within me.

She looked stunning in her wedding dress, and I couldn't resist the urge to draw her closer to me.

Lisa's eyes searched mine, grappling with conflicting emotions. "I don't know, sir," she confessed softly, uncertainty lacing her words. "This is all happening so fast, and I'm torn between what I want and what's expected of me."

I reached out, gently caressing her cheek, my touch tender yet possessive. "I understand, Lisa," I murmured, my voice laced with sincerity. "But sometimes, life throws unexpected opportunities our way, and we must seize them before they slip through our fingers."

She leaned into my touch, her breath catching as our eyes met once more. "But what about your family? What about Mrs Kim?" She whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

A shadow crossed my features as I shook my head. "They don't matter, Lisa," I assured her firmly. "What matters is what we want and need. And right now, in this moment, I need you, Lisa. I need you to be mine."

Torn between her heart and her obligations, Lisa remained silent, her thoughts a tumultuous whirlwind of confusion.

But as she looked into my eyes, I saw a spark of determination flicker within her, a silent acknowledgment of the undeniable connection between us.

She looked at me and said. "Why did you leave me alone that time? I thought you'd never make that decision.".

I cupped her face and said, "Doll, isn't it all due to the situation? How can you blame me, doll? But now let's forget what happened. Just understand it. I wanted you. That's it.".

With a deep breath, she finally spoke, her voice trembling yet resolute. "Okay, sir," she whispered, her gaze unwavering. "But now this is all something I am confused about; I mean, it's like something I don't know how to express it."

I don't care what she is trying to say; I just want to fuck her every day until I want to.

A surge of triumph flooded through me as I pulled her into my embrace, knowing that together we would navigate the turbulent waters ahead, bound by a love that defied all expectations.

"Lisa, I can't bear to see you hurt," I continued, my voice dripping with false concern. "That's why I took it upon myself to uncover the truth. I have proof that Mingyu has been cheating on you for quite some time. I had my man gather information for you, Lisa. I did it all for you."

As I spoke, a sense of satisfaction washed over me, knowing that I had successfully ensnared her in my deceitful web.

But beneath the facade of concern, a dark desire simmered, driving me to possess her completely, to make her mine in every sense of the word.

As her eyes widened in shock, I relished the power I held over her, knowing that I had successfully manipulated her emotions. She glanced at the evidence on my phone, her expression a mix of disbelief and resignation.

"I don't want to know," she whispered, her voice tinged with resignation. "I don't even want to marry him, but thank you for telling me this: when we went to the club that day, I knew already that it was fate; then why did you order for more investigation?"

Before she could make her escape, I couldn't resist the urge to assert my dominance over her. I held her in my grasp, my touch possessive and commanding.

"I don't know how to tell you this, but I just can't do this." She was about to move away from me.

"Lisa, where are you going, doll?" I murmured, my voice dripping with seduction. At that moment, I was consumed by the desire to make her mine, to trap her in my web of deceit and manipulation.

She was nothing more than a pawn in my game, a woman to be controlled and possessed for my pleasure.

As I traced my fingers along her delicate features, I confessed my desire with a sense of calculated vulnerability. "Lisa, since the day I met you, I've longed to be close to you."

I admitted, my voice laced with a mixture of desire and restraint. "But I tried to resist, to maintain control. Yet you have a power over me that I cannot deny. That night, I felt your desire, your longing for me, even in our drunken haze."

I watched as her eyes locked with mine, her gaze betraying a flicker of uncertainty mingled with desire. Unable to resist the temptation, I leaned in closer, pressing my lips against her jawline.

A soft moan escaped her lips, and I felt a surge of triumph course through me. At that moment, it became clear to me that I held the key to awakening the dormant passion within her. She was drawn to me, just as I was to her.

As she attempted to turn away, I seized her by the neck from behind, my grip firm yet possessive. I whispered into her ear, my voice laced with urgency and longing.

"Lisa, I can't bear the thought of you with another man, of anyone else's touch upon your skin. It consumes me with jealousy, with a burning desire to claim you as my own. You belong to me, and I want you to know that. We must put an end to this marriage, to any union that threatens to take you away from me."

She struggled against my hold, her resistance evident in her words. "But I can't be yours," she protested, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

I tightened my grip on her jaw, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Doll, it was I who decided this fate," I asserted, my tone unwavering. "You are mine, and if you choose to leave, so be it. But never forget, you are mine to control, mine to possess."

She questioned me, her voice filled with confusion and longing. "Then why do you ignore me if you desire me this much? Why did you push me away from you? I know that time I was so confused, but inside I was burning to be loved by you."

I chuckled darkly, the weight of my desire for her palpable in the air. "Lisa, you must understand; if I didn't ignore you, I would have acted on impulses that you couldn't comprehend. Your beauty, Lisa, is intoxicating, and I struggle to resist its allure. This is who I am—all of me—and I'm entirely yours. What must I do to make you realize that? To show you that I want you in any way I can have you."

I paused, the intensity of my gaze locking onto hers. "I know my decision came swiftly, but understand the circumstances, Lisa. Now, I want to maintain a relationship with you. I want you as my woman."

She gazed at me, concern etched in her eyes as she voiced her worries. "What about Mrs. Kim? What will she think? And what about my parents? I feel guilty."

I observed her innocence with a mixture of amusement and manipulation. How easily she still cared for others, even when rena showed no concern for her. I spoke, my tone firm yet persuasive.

"Doll, as I've told you before, I find no happiness with her. I don't love her, nor am I interested in her. You have no reason to feel guilty. You are not the problem, Lisa. You are the solution I seek. I want to be with you, and I want you to be with me."

She met my gaze, her expression conflicted. "But this all feels wrong, but it makes me feel worse that I like this all to be with you."

As I spoke, I could sense her uncertainty, her hesitation evident in her eyes. "You're worried about what others might think," I remarked, my voice laced with manipulation.

She met my gaze, her expression reflecting her inner turmoil. "I don't know... I just need to be sure about what I want," she replied softly.

With a calculated move, I played on her emotions. "Fine, go then. But deep down, you know you want me too, Lisa," I asserted, my grip tightening on her arm.

Before she could protest, I pulled her close and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. "I've imagined you in the most desirable ways, Lisa. I know what I did, but it was in the heat of the moment, driven by my confusion and concern for you. I know you desire me."

I gazed into her eyes, my own filled with determination. "I don't care about anything or any society, Lisa. Do you think I would?" I questioned, my tone firm.

I looked at her and said, "So you don't want to be with me, Lisa? Is that so I won't force you?"

She held my collar and whispered to me. "Sorry for doing this; I just want to know what you had in mind for me. You don't know how much I crave for you; I don't know how to express it. I thought you'd think of me as a cheap girl. But that's my truth—that I want to be yours.".

I smiled and said. "I know, doll, I can see what is in your eyes for me.".

Lisa looked away, her expression troubled. "But tomorrow is the wedding. How can we end it?" She murmured, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

A dark chuckle escaped as I responded, "It's up to me, doll. But now tell me, are you ready for this? Are you ready to step into my world, which is vastly different from yours, Lisa? Once we cross that line, there's no turning back. We'll never be the same. I can't ever let you go, Lisa. I can't ever free you from me."

I paused, my gaze unwavering. "It's not that I won't respect your decisions and choices, but I am a dominant man. I love to be in control—it's in my nature. But I'm just telling you," I concluded, leaving the decision in my way.

"I don't beg women," I said coldly. "If you don't want this, you can walk away from my life. I won't force you or chase you. But know this—this will be your last chance."

Torn between her heart and her obligations, Lisa remained silent, her thoughts a chaotic storm. But when she finally met my gaze, I caught a flicker of determination, a silent recognition of the connection we shared.

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling but firm. "Okay." Her hands shook as she gripped my collar, tears streaming down her face.

Yet, her eyes never wavered as she whispered, "I'll follow you, wherever this may lead. I want to see if it's truly what I desire because I've been lost. I was scared to admit it, but deep down... I love you."

A surge of triumph swelled within me as I pulled her into my arms, knowing that I could use her as my fuck doll.

I locked eyes with her and said, "Lisa, if you come into my arms, you need to understand one thing. I will touch you. I will make love to you. I know about your fears, but I won't do anything against your will."

But this time, I was playing a different game. I knew she wanted me—needed me. Now, it was time for formality. Even if she didn't fully realize it yet, she would be mine.

In the tense silence that followed, the weight of my words hung heavily in the air. My attempt to manipulate Lisa into intimacy was met with a chilling realization of the power dynamics at play.

Despite my desires, I understood the importance of mutual consent and respect in our relationship. My actions betrayed a lack of empathy and understanding, overshadowing any genuine affection between us.

As the gravity of my words sank in, I didn't feel a pang of regret for attempting to control Lisa's feelings and choices.

She nodded and said, "I trust you. That's why my heart wanted you. I know about my morals, but, sir, I have lost everything to you. Now I just want us to be together, and I'll do anything to be with you and make you happy."

Her words resonated deeply within me, stirring a mixture of emotions. While her declaration of trust and willingness to do anything for our relationship touched me, it also evoked a sense of responsibility and duty toward her well-being. But I removed those useless thoughts because now I want to have her as my sex doll.

As her words sank in, a sense of dark desire stirred within me, fueled by the knowledge of her willingness to submit to my desires.

Temptation beckoned, whispering seductively of the power I held over her, the ability to mold her to my will.

With a tender smile, I leaned in closer, my voice laced with honeyed persuasion. "My dear Lisa, your devotion is truly commendable. I promise to cherish and protect you always."

But beneath the sweetness of my words lay a hidden agenda, a desire to bend her to my desires, to revel in the intoxicating thrill of dominance.

I knew she would do anything for me, and the thought sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

As our eyes locked in a silent exchange of understanding, I sensed her surrender to my will, her readiness to be consumed by the flames of our shared passion.

In that moment, I knew that together we would explore the depths of my darkest desires, reveling in the forbidden pleasure that awaited me.

As I held her close, feeling her body tremble against mine, a dark satisfaction curled within me. The tears on her face were a testament to her vulnerability, to the walls crumbling around her.

She had chosen me, despite the fear that clouded her mind, and that choice was now my weapon.

I leaned in, my breath brushing against her ear, the words dripping with an intensity she couldn't escape. "You've given yourself to me, Lisa. And now, there's no turning back. I will take you, piece by piece, until you're completely mine."

Her breath hitched, a mix of fear and longing in her eyes, and it only fueled the fire inside me. I could feel the power shifting, tilting entirely in my favor.

She might have thought she was making a decision, but in reality, she was falling right into the web I'd woven around her.

My hand moved to her neck, fingers grazing the soft skin, feeling the rapid pulse beneath. She shivered, her eyes widening as she sensed the shift in the air, the undercurrent of something far more dangerous.

"You say you love me," I murmured, my voice low and cruel. "But do you even know what that means? Love, Lisa, isn't soft or gentle. It's consuming. It's dark. And now that you've chosen me, you'll experience it in ways you never imagined."

Her lips quivered as she tried to respond, but I didn't give her the chance. My mouth claimed hers in a brutal kiss, a declaration of ownership.

She gasped against my lips, and I felt the last of her resistance melt away. There was no need for manipulation anymore—she was already mine, bound to me by something far stronger than lust.

It was need, desperation, and the dark desire that simmered just beneath the surface.

When I finally pulled back, her eyes were glazed, her body pliant in my arms. I smirked, knowing she was teetering on the edge of something she couldn't comprehend. "You've made your choice, Lisa. Now, prepare to live with it."

I felt her grip on me tighten, a silent plea, a flicker of the uncertainty she still harbored. But it didn't matter. I would be patient, watching as she fell deeper into the abyss, one that I controlled.

Her every breath, every thought, would revolve around me until the Lisa that existed before this moment was nothing more than a distant memory.

And when she finally surrendered completely, when she couldn't distinguish between her desires and mine, I would claim her entirely.

Not just her body, but her soul, twisted and shaped to fit the mold I had crafted. There would be no escape, no relief—only the relentless, all-consuming passion that tied her fate irrevocably to mine.

Because in the end, love wasn't about tenderness or mutual respect. It was about control, dominance, and the intoxicating power of having someone entirely at your mercy.

And Lisa... Lisa was about to learn that in the most excruciatingly pleasurable way possible. "I am ready for everything with you, but I just want you with me." She said.

||LISA||

I looked at him, my heart pounding, and asked, "You said you wanted me. Then why didn't you tell me?"

He kissed my neck softly, sending shivers down my spine. "You have no idea how much you make me hard for you, doll," he murmured against my skin.

"But I always controlled myself. I respect our relationship too much to cross any boundaries, except that one night when we were drunk. I lost control and claimed you."

His words hung in the air, filled with raw honesty. "I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable, Lisa," he continued, his voice a low whisper filled with sincerity. "That's why I've always kept my distance, out of respect for you."

He looked into my eyes, searching for understanding, his expression a mixture of longing and restraint. The memory of that night flickered between us, both a shared secret and an unspoken promise.

I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin, and his words stirred something deep within me. The memory of that night flashed vividly in my mind—how it felt to be wrapped in his arms, the way he looked at me like I was his whole world.

"But why did you hold back?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as I searched his eyes for answers. "I always thought you didn't want me as much as I wanted you."

His grip on me tightened slightly, a mixture of frustration and desire evident in his gaze. "I held back because I wanted you to be sure. I didn't want you to feel pressured or trapped in any way."

He confessed, his voice raw with emotion. "You mean everything to me, Lisa. I didn't want to risk losing you by moving too fast."

The intensity of his words wrapped around me, and I could feel the sincerity in every syllable. His vulnerability was laid bare, and it made my heart ache with love for him.

I reached up, brushing my fingers gently across his cheek, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath my touch.

"I've always wanted you," I admitted, my voice trembling slightly with the weight of my emotions. "I've wanted to be with you, to be yours completely. That night wasn't a mistake for me; I was happy that you were the one who had claimed me, but then I was lost in despair."

His eyes widened slightly, and I could see the relief washing over him. He leaned closer, his lips hovering just above mine as if waiting for my permission.

"I promise I'll never hold back again, but I did because I don't want to ruin your reputation," he whispered, his eyes locked with mine, filled with unwavering determination and love. "I want you to know how much I desire you and how much I need you."

I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips to his with a fervor that matched the intensity of our emotions.

The kiss was a promise—a promise of a future together, free from doubts and hesitations.

At that moment, I knew we were no longer bound by the past but moving forward with a shared understanding and a love that would only grow stronger.

His fingers traced the contours of my face, sending shivers down my spine as he spoke in a low, commanding voice. "Say my name, doll," he demanded, his eyes dark with desire.

I hesitated, feeling the weight of his gaze bearing down on me. "Taehyung," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I bit my lip nervously.

A flicker of annoyance crossed his features at my gesture. "I despise that habit of yours of biting these beautiful, juicy lips," he growled softly, his tone tinged with possessiveness.

"Every time you bite your lip, it drives me wild, Lisa; it's made me want to bite it, and now I can't control it."

Before I could react, he pressed me against the wall, his lips crashing onto mine in a possessive kiss that left me breathless.

"Remember, Lisa," he murmured against my lips, his breath hot against my skin. "You belong to me. And if you don't acknowledge it willingly, I'll make you mine in ways you can't even imagine. I know you want my madness. I am crazy for you, doll."

His words sent a thrill through me, igniting a fire within that I couldn't extinguish. Despite my fears, I craved his dominance, his control over me.

As I looked into his eyes, I saw the intensity of his desire mirrored in my own. "I love you," I confessed, my voice trembling with emotion. "Despite the obstacles, despite the risks, I love you, Taehyung."

With those words, I surrendered myself to him completely, knowing that our love would transcend any boundaries or societal expectations. "I always wanted to tell you that, but I was scared of your reaction, and you know why I came here. I just wanted to let you know about my feelings for you, but I guess it was a lucky thing that I got to know your feelings too."

We were bound by an undeniable connection, fueled by passion and desire, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

At that moment, as his arms enveloped me and his lips claimed mine once more, I knew that I was entering into a world of darkness and desire, a world where passion and danger intertwined.

But with Taehyung by my side, I was willing to embrace it all and surrender to the intoxicating allure of forbidden love.

He chuckled softly and said, "Me too, doll." My heart sank at his response; I longed to hear those three little words, but all he offered was a casual "me too."

Then he turned to me, his eyes brimming with adoration as he spoke. "Well, you are looking so beautiful in that dress. You've become a bride, haven't you? But remember, whether we're married or not, I am your man, Lisa." His words sent shivers down my spine, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling within me.

I gazed into his eyes and replied, "I was at the designer's store when you texted me. I rushed here, even though I was in the changing room." A blush crept up my cheeks as I spoke.

He chuckled softly, a warm smile playing on his lips. "You're so cute," he said, his voice teasing yet affectionate.

As he leaned in closer, his voice dropped to a low, commanding whisper that sent a rush of anticipation through me. "Lisa, I have something to tell you. I know I'll have you, but I have my rules, and you need to be obedient to me, Lisa."

"These rules are for your good. I love being in control, and I know you'll have your choices, but in my world, I make the decisions—and it will be for your benefit. I want one simple thing: obedience. You'll always listen to me and do as I ask, and you'll understand."

I nodded, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through me as I surrendered to his dominance. Deep down, I knew he would take care of me, even if his words sounded dark and commanding.

He insisted, his tone firm yet gentle. "Words, doll. I need to hear the words."

I blushed, feeling a rush of warmth flood my cheeks as I responded, "Yes, Taehyung."

His lips curled into a tender smile as he murmured, "My good doll."

Meeting his gaze, I couldn't help but admit, "I love when you call me doll."

He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You are a doll and so innocent, Lisa. I'm here to protect you, and I'm here to be with you," he assured me, his words filled with sincerity and reassurance.

He drew closer, his voice soft yet filled with urgency. "Lisa, I need to ask if you're comfortable with me because I want to make love to you, my woman. I need to know if you want it too because I long to relive that night when we were drunk. I want to understand your feelings and desires," he confessed, his gaze searching mine for any sign of hesitation or doubt.

"Remember, Lisa," he continued, his tone dark and possessive, "you belong to me. I won't tolerate anyone trying to take you away from me, and I also don't want you to see with other men that you are mine to please do that. Got that." His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through me.

I nodded, my heart racing as I whispered, "I understand, Taehyung. I belong to you."

He smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Good," he murmured, his grip tightening around me possessively.

"Now, let me show you just how crazy I am for you." And with that, he lowered his lips to mine, igniting a passion that consumed us both in its intensity.

"I want to know about you," I murmured a hint of curiosity in my voice. "When did you start to love me?"

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Not now, baby doll. It's your turn to tell me when you started to take an interest in me. I know you've seen me in your wet dreams, so don't lie. And remember, there's a rule—you never lie to me, whatever happens, okay?"

I watched as he casually discarded his shirt, his movements confident and assured. He walked over to his closet, retrieving something that appeared to be a condom.

The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as I realized what he had in mind—a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me.

He approached me with a tender look in his eyes, his voice filled with reassurance. "It's like our first time again, Lisa because we were both drunk that night. I don't remember what happened between us, but now I'll do exactly what I want, doll. I'll make sure to give you pleasure, and don't be scared—I'll be gentle with you. I know how sensitive you are, my doll," he whispered, his words washing over me like a comforting embrace.

Sitting beside me, he began to unzip my wedding dress with practiced ease. As the fabric fell away, revealing me in lingerie, his expression darkened with regret and possessiveness. 

"I can't believe I ever considered giving you to Mingyu, that jerk," he muttered, his tone filled with self-reproach.

"How foolish I was to even entertain the thought of handing over such a beautiful doll to someone like him. But now, I have to correct my mistake by making you mine," he declared, his voice firm and determined.

He kissed me softly, his lips trailing a path of warmth along my skin. "You look so beautiful in the lingerie," he murmured against my lips.

I blushed, feeling a surge of shyness wash over me. "Stop, I'm shy," I whispered, my eyes darting away from his intense gaze.

He gently held my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Don't be shy, doll. I want to praise you. You know, even if you were Mingyu's wife, maybe I wouldn't ever leave you, Lisa," he confessed, his words sending a chill down my spine.

"But what if... what would you do?" I asked, my voice trembling with uncertainty.

He looked at me with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I'll kill Mingyu, maybe. Or else I'll make you mine and break your marriage. I'll go crazy, and maybe even maybe I'll fuck you behind Mingyu, to keep relationships with you behind it and maybe ruin everything for you and can do many unimaginable things even steal you from him and kidnap you to make you mine to fuck," he declared, his tone laced with desperation and possessiveness.

Before he could finish his sentence, I silenced him with a kiss, my heart overflowing with love and understanding.

"I love you. Don't say that. I understand you want me, you love me, and you want to control me. I love that," I confessed, surrendering myself completely to his dark desires.

I love him, and deep down, I know he desires only me. That's why I'm drawn to this intensity, this possessiveness. "Doll, my world is different, but there, I'll be to make you feel good and help you understand everything. You'll understand everything slowly, doll, okay?" He reassured me, his words wrapping around me like a comforting embrace.

I nodded, trusting him completely, feeling a sense of security in his presence. As he kissed my neck, a wave of pleasure washed over me, unlike anything I had ever felt before.

In his arms, I felt cherished and desired, and for the first time, I truly understood the depth of his love for me.

As he removed my bra, his touch gentle yet possessive, he whispered, "Doll, you don't know how much I've suffered this week."

Feeling a pang of guilt, I realized I had misjudged him. He did care about me; he was suffering too. "I was suffering too," I confessed, my voice trembling with emotion. "I couldn't get you out of my mind, Taehyung. I started to love you when we first met at your mansion."

"At the time, I didn't understand what it was—I thought it was just attraction. But now I see it was love. I was foolish not to recognize my feelings and to believe that Mingyu was my love."

As he delicately removed my thong, his lips trailed kisses along my legs, sending shivers down my spine as I nestled onto his bed. "Lisa, forget what happened, but remember this: you are mine, understand?" His words, filled with possessiveness, resonated through the room, wrapping around me like a warm embrace.

"I am yours, and you know I was happy when I came here. I mean, I was very frustrated, but I am happy now." I nodded, overcome with a mixture of confusion and happiness. "I know you were happy when you first came here," he continued, his voice tender yet firm.

His insight into my emotions left me stunned, but a surge of joy washed over me. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the intensity of my emotions. "I was happy from the moment you messaged me. Even though I wanted to tell you on the first day, I hesitated, thinking you weren't interested in me. But, Taehyung, it was my one-sided love."

Each word dripped with longing and desire, mingled with the intoxicating feeling of being claimed by him, something I secretly craved.

He chuckled darkly as he undid his pants, the sound sending a thrill through me as he ripped open the condom and slid it onto his shaft.

"How could I not be attracted to a doll like you?" His words dripped with possessiveness, his eyes burning with intensity.

Confusion clouded my mind as he spoke, his revelations sending shockwaves through me. "I didn't know what to do or what to think," he continued, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation.

"And I needed answers after seeing you with Mingyu. I knew you purposely tried to make me jealous on our shopping day, Lisa. Wasn't he too close to you?"

I nodded slowly, feeling a pang of guilt mixed with longing. "Yes," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted your attention, but I was also sad. I thought I had to forget you, so I didn't do it on purpose. But being with Mingyu, I hoped I could forget you. Yet, I couldn't."

Each word was laced with regret and longing, a confession of my inner turmoil and the depth of my feelings for him.

I teasedly smiled back, a flicker of hope dancing in my eyes. "Maybe that purpose was fulfilled, and you discovered your true feelings and desires."

His lips met mine in a tender embrace, soft and warm against mine, as his tongue delicately explored the depths of my mouth.

A wave of joy surged through me, filling the void in my once-lonely soul as we kissed deeply and passionately.

His arms wrapped around my trembling body, chasing away the cold and the ache, replacing them with warmth and a sense of belonging.

In his embrace, I felt safe, cherished, and truly loved. I melted into his welcoming arms, feeling completely at ease and enveloped in his love.

As we finally parted our lips, I felt his tender kisses trailing down my neck, causing me to instinctively arch my head back, offering myself to him.

A soft moan of pleasure escaped my lips as his moist, warm kisses made their way from my ear down to my collarbone.

He looked at me intently, his gaze filled with both desire and concern. "Lisa, remember one thing when you're in bed with me," he began, his voice gentle yet firm.

"Be vocal. I want to know everything. And even if you feel pain, tell me, okay? I want to listen to everything you want or don't want, without shame, okay?"

His words filled me with a sense of reassurance and trust, knowing that he cared deeply about my comfort and pleasure.

With a nod and a soft smile, I whispered, "Okay," feeling a newfound sense of openness and vulnerability with him.

As he kisses my neck, I reach out and run my fingers through his soft, touchable hair, rubbing the back of his neck.

Soon I feel his tongue flick across my left nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking it while he gently plays with my right.

I feel the pleasure arising in my soul as I feel them hardening to his gentle touch.

I gasp out as he plays with my nipples, letting them turn rock hard and sticking straight up.

He smiled at me as he started licking at my stomach, bathing it in warm saliva. With one of his hands, he gently rubs around my thighs.

I moan gently, wanting him to touch me and feel me. I felt my wetness flowing as he continued licking my stomach and massaging my thighs.

He looked at me with an intense gaze, his dominance palpable as he demanded, "What do you want, baby doll? Tell me now."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of excitement and anticipation coursing through me. "If you don't," he continued, his tone firm, "then I'll have to punish you, Lisa. And believe me, I know how to punish, especially since you've given me plenty of reasons to do so. But now, tell me, doll."

His commanding presence left me breathless, torn between my desire to please him and my inner desires.

With a flutter of nerves and a rush of desire, I whispered my deepest desires to him, surrendering to his dominance completely.

"Lick me," I begged. "Lick me..." I felt the pleasure of his touch and warmth get closer and closer. I spread my legs a little bit wider and suddenly felt his moist tongue flickering on my clitoral.

I moaned loudly, begging him to continue. The pleasure was so intense; my wetness was so much. I start to breathe heavily, feeling warm pleasure fill my body as the feeling fills my soul and mind, emerging from my clitoral.

"Lick me harder." I gasp out as he does so, sending me into a feeling so great that I start shuddering and twitching uncontrollably as I come closer.

His tongue felt so good—so soft and wet. I feel the warmth building up more and more. I gasp out as I breathe loudly, feeling my body moving without under my control, feeling myself shaking so intensely that I feel his hands gripping onto my thighs so that he wouldn't lose his place. Soon, the intense

The warmth of the pleasure exploded, and a warm, pleasurable haze spread across my entire body as my muscles finally relaxed.

When he finally raised his head to see my exhausted but well-pleasing state, he smiled at me, and I saw my feminine juices still glistening on his lips and face.

"Enjoy it, babe?" He asks me as he lies down next to me, enveloping me in his arms again.

"Very." My heart was still throbbing hard, and as my energy came back, I cuddled tightly, his warm skin against mine, warming me up.

He gently rubbed my back as his face came closer to mine. And once again I feel our lips together as one, tasting myself on his lips.

Our lips and tongue play with each other in a gentle game of tag, tasting each other's mouths and feeling each other's warmth and softness.

Love swelled deeply in my heart as we kissed deeply, lovingly. I gently cradle his face in my hands as we kiss, pulling him closer to me.

I drank in his kisses thirstily, as if I were stranded in the desert and his kisses were water. They were the water of my soul that I had needed so much His love was.

As we kissed, I felt one of his hands gently drifting down and gently touching my wetness. I felt my juices still flowing and dripping on the bed. He slowly broke off the kiss and stared deeply into my eyes. "Do you want it?"

I had waited for this time for so long. I wanted it. I wanted it so badly, but I was so scared. "Please be gentle," I beg him.

"I will but now climb on top of me and ride me doll; don't be shy; be confident in what you do remember, doll." I nodded.

I slowly position myself on top of him as he holds onto my hips so I won't lose my balance.

"It's so big," I grunt, spreading my lips apart as I try to engulf the member. After a lot of pressure, I finally felt the head inside me.

I felt the pain of my tightness stretched apart as tears started appearing in my eyes. Seeing my pain, he reaches for my head, pulls me against him, and kisses my lips gently, rubbing my back slowly so that the pain isn't as intense.

I moan gently around his lips, partly in the new intense feeling I feel and partly in pain. I feel my weight pressing down on his dick and feeling some more enter my intensely tight hole.

I kept on kissing him, trying to ignore the pain that was so intense in my hole.

But yet, I felt so loved, so full. I never felt an intense feeling like that ever before. Soon, after a while of getting used to every nudge, I felt his whole dickey inside me. I felt so full, so alive.

As we finally pull apart in our kiss, I sit back up and look down and see myself filled. "God, you're so tight, till now," he moans.

I nodded at him because the slight pain was still there. I grit my teeth slowly, waiting for it to subside. When I was used to the fullness inside me, I placed his hands on my hips and slowly slid off, but then slid him deeper inside me the next minute.

I increased my speed, feeling my walls grip hard on his dick, and his head was tossed back in a feeling of intense pleasure as he felt my warm womanhood surrounding his rock-hard cock.

I feel him press inside my intenseness again and again, feeling so full again and again. I looked down on his face and stared deeply into his eyes as I bounced up and down on his lap.

I felt his hips slowly rise to join my rhythm as we both sighed and moaned in the intense pleasure neither of us had ever felt with each other.

I moan, feeling my wetness drip around his dick, wetting it until it was slick and wet, easier to slip into my tightness.

As his hands still hold onto my hips, I reach one hand down to my clitoral area and start rubbing as I feel him slipping in and out.

I felt such intense pleasure of an orgasm so close that I almost screamed out in pleasure as I felt the warmth of his juice shoot inside my womanhood. I collapse onto him, exhausted, his dick still inside me.

I felt his lips upon mine once again, and we kissed deeply, rubbing his sweat glistening back. I could still feel his bigness inside my warm tightness as we kissed.

As he started to work with me in different positions, which I never thought, his way of handling me was making me crazy.

Oh, Taehyung Kim, you are the man who knows who to please and love, as soon as we climaxed four times and are now exhausted.

We lie together, still connected. Still connected as one. We are one, together, and always, forever.

We were not two bodies but connected as one. As one soul, one body. I never felt this close or connected with anyone ever before. I sigh in pleasure in his arms.

"You know, what, Lisa?" he whispers to me as he gently massages my warm, smooth skin. "You are my doll." And with that, his lips meet mine once again with a passionate kiss.

I smiled and said."I am happy to give myself to you, the best man in the whole world, I guess. You know how I was scared and hurt when you didn't even look at me."

He bit my neck and whispered. "I know everything, but now just know this: Taehyung Kim claimed you, and it's you should be happy about this." I nodded and hugged him.

His eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he looked down at me, his voice a low, seductive murmur. "Let's make my doll scream my name," he whispered, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Don't be scared; I'll make it pleasurable for you."

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as he closed the distance between us, capturing my lips in a heated kiss.

Before I could fully process what was happening, he thrust into me with a force that left me gasping. The intensity was overwhelming, and any attempt to form coherent thoughts was drowned out by the sensations crashing over me.

He didn't stop—didn't even slow down—until I was utterly spent, my body trembling from the relentless pace he set.

But even after four rounds, when I was treading on the edge of exhaustion, he wasn't done. There was still that insatiable hunger in his eyes, a desire that burned fiercely, demanding more.

And I knew, at that moment, that he wouldn't stop until he was completely satisfied—until he had wrung every last drop of pleasure from me, leaving me breathless and entirely at his mercy.

I am happy as long as he is mine and I am his already.