╰┈➤ ❝LISA

In that fleeting moment, I yearned for the illusion of care and affection, but uncertainty clouded my thoughts, leaving me adrift in a sea of confusion.

Tears welled in my eyes, betraying the turmoil raging within me. "Don't cry. Your tears, they hurt me," he whispered, his finger tenderly tracing a path across his chest.

I stared at him, disbelief mingling with a glimmer of hope, unsure of what to believe or where to turn next.

As his words sank in, a surge of conflicting emotions washed over me. Was he truly the same man who had caused my tears, or had he changed? Did my crying genuinely inflict pain upon him?

"It's your fault. You made me cry," I accused, my voice tinged with resentment as I wiped away the tears with trembling hands.

To my surprise, he responded with a simple, "Cute." Confusion knitted my brow as I processed his words. Did he find me attractive even in moments of vulnerability?

"You find me cute when I cry?" I questioned incredulously, my disbelief evident in my tone.

He reached out to gently tap my nose, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Your cheeks and nose have turned rosy from crying, which makes you even more adorable."

His gesture brought a hesitant smile to my lips, a flicker of warmth amidst the uncertainty that engulfed us. It felt strangely comforting to engage in a normal conversation with him, a semblance of the connection we once shared.

Deep down, I longed to trust him once again, to believe in the possibility of redemption and reconciliation. Perhaps, as he suggested, I should give him one more chance.

But could I truly bring myself to take that risk, to open my heart to him again?!

"Please, Lisa, don't do anything that could destroy us both," he pleads, drawing me closer to him, our hands intertwined.

His words resonate with longing, his touch a balm to the wounds of our fractured relationship.

As he envelops me in his embrace, the sensation is heavenly, and I find myself melting into his warmth, tears of pure contentment streaming down my cheeks.

All I've ever yearned for was to feel his presence beside me, to bask in the comfort of his love. As he pulls away slightly, his eyes searching mine, he implores, "Can't you just forget your anger for a few moments?"

I can only blink in response, overwhelmed by the desire to let go of my grievances and surrender to the moment, to lose myself in him.

A smile of genuine joy graces his lips as he sees my silent approval, and in that fleeting moment, my heart brims with delight, hopeful for the possibility of reconciliation and renewal.

Despite my anger, my love for him remains unchanged, and his happiness still holds immense significance to me. Yet the fear of being hurt again lingers, casting a shadow over our newfound closeness.

As he intertwines our fingers, his eyes, filled with affection, capture mine, drawing me deeper into his gaze. His lips graze my knuckles in a tender kiss, a gesture that stirs conflicting emotions within me.

How can someone transform so drastically and swiftly? It's this uncertainty that fuels my doubts, leaving me wary of his intentions and afraid to fully trust him again.

But at this moment, as his touch sends shivers down my spine and his words plead for my return, I push aside my apprehensions, yearning to immerse myself in the warmth of our connection.

"I can't bear to lose you, Lisa," he implores, his hands cupping my face as he searches my eyes for reassurance.

"I need time," I offer him honestly, the weight of my emotions heavy in the air.

"Okay, take your time. Just don't push me away from you," he responds softly, his understanding a balm to my uncertainty.

Taehyung relented, his expression reflecting a mix of understanding and remorse. "I'll leave you alone," he conceded, his tone softening.

As he leans in, pressing his lips to my forehead, I feel a sense of calm wash over me, a fleeting moment of peace amidst the turmoil of our emotions.

But as I gently push him aside, my resolve hardens. "Just don't, Taehyung. I don't give you permission to kiss me," I assert, my voice firm.

"It's not like I can obey your order not to kiss you; I'll kiss; it depends on me, but now I don't want to force you that why I am leaving you or else the way you look so beautiful now I want to love you, but take time now and eat your breakfast.".

He acquiesces with a nod, urging me to stay and have breakfast. Reluctantly, I oblige, eating quickly before declaring, "I'm done."

Retreating to the bed, I settle in, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. He rises from the couch, his demeanor a mixture of determination and concern.

"Lisa, I'm leaving for now, just heading out to handle some meetings," Taehyung's voice cut through the silence like a knife, the air around us thick with tension.

His words were sharp, and heavy with an unspoken threat. "But if I even suspect you're planning to run, you'll face the full force of my wrath." His eyes locked onto mine, the intensity behind them making my breath catch in my throat.

I stood there, frozen, as he continued, his voice now lower but no less commanding. "Take your time, relax, but understand one thing: I'll be back after my meeting. And then we're heading to Paris together. You're not going anywhere, doll."

He leaned closer, his gaze never leaving mine, and I could feel the weight of his control pressing down on me. "You're not allowed to contact anyone. Understand?" His words weren't just a warning—they were a command. And I knew better than to challenge him in that moment.

Without breaking eye contact, he swiftly retrieved both my phone and his, sliding them into his pocket with a practiced motion.

Along with his cigarette box and car keys, they disappeared into the confines of his suit jacket as though he had planned this all along.

Panic flared inside me. "Give me my phone! What is this, Taehyung? Are you crazy?" I demanded, my voice shaky but firm, trying to hold onto any semblance of control in the situation.

I reached out for my phone, but before I could take a step, he grabbed me, pulling me close. His grip was firm, almost possessive, and the intensity in his eyes sent a chill down my spine.

"If you're making me act like this, then why not go all the way, doll?" His voice was dangerously low, a mix of frustration and obsession.

His lips hovered near my ear, and I could feel his breath against my skin, sending shivers through me. "You brought this out in me. Do you want to see my craziness? Fine. But you'll regret pushing me this far."

The grip on my waist tightened just enough to remind me of his power, and I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I realized there was no escape. Not now. Not with him holding me like this.

His eyes, dark with possessiveness, bore into mine. "You're mine, Lisa. You can fight it, but in the end, you'll see. I always get what I want."

Before I could respond, Taehyung's hand slid from my waist to the back of my neck, his fingers tightening around me with a force that was both firm and unyielding.

He pulled me even closer, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my heart race. My protests, the resistance I had built up inside, were swallowed by the tension between us.

Without a word, he crashed his lips against mine.

The kiss was nothing like the ones before—it was fierce and commanding, leaving no room for my defiance. His mouth moved over mine with a raw, almost brutal need that took my breath away.

I tried to push him away, my hands finding his chest, but he was too strong, his grip too secure. Every time I resisted, he pulled me closer, as if feeding off the fight.

My pulse pounded in my ears as the world seemed to narrow, focusing only on the sensation of his lips moving against mine and of the way his body pressed against me, leaving me nowhere to escape.

His other hand cupped my face, holding me in place, forcing me to surrender to the kiss. It was more than a kiss—it was a statement, a promise of control and possession.

I gasped, but he used the moment to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine with a forceful, possessive heat that made my head spin.

My body reacted against my will, caught in the storm of his intensity, but my mind screamed in defiance, trying to resist the overwhelming pressure of his dominance.

He finally pulled back, just enough to let me catch my breath, his forehead resting against mine.

His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling as he held me in place, his fingers still gripping the back of my neck, keeping me from pulling away.

"See?" he whispered, his voice rough with need. "You can't escape me, Lisa. No matter how hard you try."

I felt the sting of tears threatening to spill, my emotions a tangled mess of anger, fear, and confusion.

He leaned in again, his lips grazing my jaw as he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "You belong to me, and I'll never let you forget it."

I shuddered, my mind spinning, trying to make sense of the overwhelming control he had over me. But at that moment, with his lips still ghosting over my skin, I realized there was no easy way out.

With a final, chilling glance, he exits the room, leaving me alone to grapple with the weight of his unwavering control and the uncertain path ahead.

The thought of leaving my parents behind for Paris looms ominously, a stark reminder of the depths of his darkness and the power he wields over me.

As the realization of my situation hits me like a tsunami, I can't deny the urge to escape. I refuse to let him trap me here any longer.

The hatred I feel towards him burns within me like a fiery inferno. How could he do this to me? My heart wrenches as I glance at the ring he once gifted me, a symbol of his deceitful proposal.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I confront the painful truth. Jisoo didn't lie to me. Taehyung's manipulation has ensnared me, leaving me torn between anger and desire.

Despite everything, I can't deny the lingering longing for his touch, the yearning for his love.

Frustration consumes me as I wrestle with my conflicting emotions. "What is happening to me?" I cry out, the turmoil within me threatening to engulf my sanity.

When did I become so consumed with desire, so entangled in this web of love and betrayal?

With determined steps, I remove the ring from my finger, a silent declaration of my resolve to break free from his hold on me.

Placing it delicately on his vanity, I steel myself against the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

Why did I lose control of his presence? This should never have happened.

It's done now, but I refuse to allow myself to lose control like that again.

Closing my eyes, memories of our passionate encounters flash through my mind, igniting a familiar heat within me.

Despite my best efforts to resist, I find myself growing aroused at the mere thought of him.

Damn it!

Why am I so physically drawn to this womanizer, old billionaire?

In the past, it was his love alone that I yearned for. Now, however, I find myself craving both his love and the fulfillment of my physical desires from him.

Yet, I'm wary of forming an emotional attachment to him, despite my longing for his love. I can't allow him to break my already shattered heart once more.

I must guard myself against the temptation to surrender to him completely, no matter how strong the pull may be.

The conflicting emotions swirling within me leave me feeling torn and confused. I yearn to be with him, to feel his touch ignite a fire within me, to succumb to the intensity of our desires.

Yet, I can't bring myself to forgive him or grant him a second chance, not after the pain he has caused.

I'm trapped in a paradox, unsure of which path to take. The thought of him forcing me, making me scream his name, fills me with shameful longing, a desire I struggle to comprehend.

But deep down, I know I can't allow myself to be swept away by these fleeting desires. I must stand firm in my resolve, guarding my heart against further hurt, even if it means denying myself the intoxicating allure of his touch.

It's a battle between my physical desires and my emotional well-being, and I must find the strength to choose wisely, for my own sake.

The realization of my predicament weighs heavily on my mind as I contemplate my next move. I can't risk going to my parents, knowing that Taehyung will track me down there.

I must find a way to escape and hide from him to protect myself until I can figure out a plan.

As I step out of the room, the silence of the empty hallway fills me with a sense of urgency.

But just as I begin to make my way, Lee Han's voice cuts through the silence, catching me off guard.

"Where are you going, dear?" he inquires, his tone gentle but probing.

I swallow hard, my heart racing as I search for a plausible excuse. "Nowhere, just... I need some water," I stammer, hoping my response will appease his curiosity and allow me to slip away unnoticed.

He approached me with a comforting demeanor, his concern evident in his words. "Dear, I'm not sure what happened between you and Taehyung Sir, but he instructed me not to let you leave the penthouse. If you step out, he'll take it out on everyone. Don't worry, I'll fetch you the water."

I met his gaze, gratitude mingling with uncertainty as I nodded in acknowledgment.

The weight of Taehyung's threat hung heavily over me, leaving me feeling trapped and unsure of how to escape his control.

As I made my way towards the door, a surge of hope flickered within me as I remembered a potential escape route from the other side.

But the realization of Taehyung's heightened vigilance flooded me with a sense of dread. I felt trapped, with no clear path to freedom.

Stepping out of the penthouse, I was met by the watchful gaze of a guard stationed nearby. His presence sent a shiver down my spine as he addressed me, "Ms. Lisa, where are you going?"

Trembling slightly, I offered a feeble excuse: "I just want to go to the garden. Is that not allowed?"

His gaze held a mix of concern and caution as he replied, "Ma'am, I'm afraid I can't permit it because of Taehyung, sir."

Desperation laced my voice as I pleaded with him, "Please, I'm not going anywhere. I just need some fresh air, that's all."

After a moment of consideration, the guard relented, offering to accompany me.

Though reluctant, I nodded in acceptance, knowing that any opportunity for respite from the suffocating confines of the penthouse was a risk worth taking.

As I hurried towards the garden, the guard trailing closely behind, my heart pounded with anticipation. As we neared the gate, my eyes widened in surprise as I spotted it open, offering a fleeting chance at escape.

Without hesitation, I made a break for it, sprinting towards the road beyond.

But before I could reach safety, a car screeched to a halt before me, blocking my path.

My blood ran cold as I recognized the enraged figure emerging from the car. It was Taehyung.

Panic surged through me as I attempted to flee, but his grip on my hair yanked me back with brutal force. His voice dripped with malice as he sneered, "So, doll, you thought you could run?"

How did he come here? Isn't he going to the company?

Before I could utter a word, the guard intervened, apologizing profusely as he explained, "Sorry, sir. She was trying to run. I was just following her. I'm sorry."

Taehyung glared at the guard, his eyes flashing with fury as he spat out his command, "Get lost from the job if you can't do what I said. No excuses for allowing her to leave."

The guard, visibly shaken, stammered his defense. "She said she wanted to go to the garden. She tricked us."

A dark chuckle escaped Taehyung's lips as he sneered, "So, my doll is now starting to play games and tricks then, isn't it?"

Each word dripped with menace, sending a chill down my spine. The realization of his growing suspicion filled me with a deep sense of dread, knowing that any misstep could have dire consequences.

╰┈➤ ❝TAEHYUNG

Leaving Lisa behind, I walked out of the room and headed straight for my BMW. The guards were already waiting, bowing down as I approached.

I waved them off and said, "I'll drive today." Climbing into the driver's seat, I started the car, and as I pulled away, the sunlight hit my face, momentarily blinding me.

As I drove alone, I deliberately shut out the world, seeking a moment of solitude. The weight of Lisa's disdain pressed heavily on me, like a crushing wave that wouldn't relent.

Each mile I drove, the ache in my chest deepened, her face haunting my thoughts. Regret, longing, and frustration twisted inside me—a relentless storm I couldn't escape.

I had come alone, ordering my guards to stay behind. I needed this moment—to be alone with my thoughts, my pain, and the love I was desperate for her to understand.

She had to know that I loved her and that everything I was doing was for her, even if it didn't seem that way now.

I couldn't shake the image of her tear-streaked face, the raw emotion etched in every line. The memory of her pain pierced through me, a relentless reminder of my own shortcomings.

Despite my resolve to move forward, to leave her behind, my heart rebelled, refusing to let go of the woman I loved with every fiber of my being.

As my heart ached with the weight of unspoken sorrow, depression settled like a heavy fog, enveloping me in its suffocating embrace.

Each breath felt like a laborious task, every beat of my heart a reminder of the emptiness gnawing at my soul.

The world around me dulled to shades of gray, devoid of the vibrancy it once held.

Even the simplest of tasks felt like impossible barriers as I battled against the relentless tide of despair.

Caught in the grip of depression's cruel embrace, I longed for a glimmer of hope to pierce through the darkness, to remind me that there was still a chance for redemption, for healing.

But until then, I remained adrift in a sea of anguish, my heartache a silent testament to the depths of my despair.

Finally, unable to bear the distance any longer, I halted the car, hands trembling as I reached for my iPhone.

With a sense of urgency bordering on desperation, I composed a message to my assistant, instructing them to cancel all my appointments for the day.

Today, I couldn't face the world, not when my soul felt tethered to hers, yearning for reconciliation.

The more she pulled away, the more I wanted her. Not just physically, but in every way. And the fact that she resisted—the way she looked at me with those eyes full of contempt—it made me want her even more.

At that moment, as the weight of my decision settled upon me, I knew I had to go back, to face Lisa once more, to lay bare my heart and beg for her forgiveness.

Even if it meant swallowing my pride, even if it meant kneeling at her feet like a supplicant, I would do it.

For she was not just a passing fancy but the very essence of my existence, the one whose absence left me hollow and incomplete.

With a heavy sigh, I pressed send, the message disappearing into the digital void.

As I drove towards the penthouse, my thoughts consumed by Lisa, I found myself unable to focus on anything else. Every fiber of my being longed for her, my mind echoing her name like a relentless mantra.

Turning the car onto a shortcut towards the penthouse, I was suddenly jolted from my reverie by the sight of a girl walking towards the path of my car.

Reacting swiftly, I slammed on the brakes just in time to avoid a collision.

But as I caught a glimpse of the girl's face, my heart lurched in disbelief.

It was Lisa.

How could she be so careless, risking her safety like that?

The surge of rage within me was overwhelming. What if I had hit her and lost her forever?

Without a second thought, I leaped out of the car, my fury boiling over. Lisa's attempt to flee only stoked the flames of my anger.

That's it. She went too far now. Now she will see the real me.

Gripping her hair with brutal force, my voice dripped with malice as I sneered, "So, doll, you thought you could run?"

Before she could utter a word, the guard intervened, apologizing profusely as he explained, "Sorry, sir. She was trying to run. I was just following her. I'm sorry."

I glared at the guard, my eyes flashing with fury as I spat out my command, "Get lost from the job if you can't do what I said. No excuses for allowing her to leave."

The guard, visibly shaken, stammered his defense. "She said she wanted to go to the garden. She tricked us."

A sinister smirk played across my lips as I mocked her. "So, my doll is now starting to play games and trick me, isn't Lisa?"

The revelation of her deception only served to stir the flames of my fury, solidifying my determination to maintain my dominance over her.

Turning my attention to the guard, I issued a cold command, "Leave. I don't want to see you here anymore. Get lost."

Before he could utter another word, he pleaded, "Please, sir, don't kick me out." Ignoring his pleas, I threatened, "If you want to live, then go."

With a dismissive wave of my hand, I turned back to Lisa, my grip tightening on her hand. "Now, Lisa, you've made me angry. Do you think you can defy me, even after I tried to give you space?"

Her plea for mercy fell on deaf ears as I held her firmly, my anger simmering beneath the surface. "Leave me, please," she begged, her voice trembling with fear.

"So, Lisa," I murmured as I stepped closer, my voice low and dripping with a dark edge, "you like me to give you pain, don't you? Isn't that what you want?" My eyes searched hers, daring her to deny it and to fight me with that fiery resistance she always had.

Her breath hitched, but she said nothing, her jaw clenched tight, eyes burning with anger, and something else she couldn't quite hide.

I leaned in, the space between us shrinking to nothing. I said, my voice dark and intense. "You crave the way I push you to your limits, the way I control you, and make you feel everything you pretend you don't want. You hate it, but at the same time, you want it, don't you?"

Her hands curled into fists at her sides, her defiance written all over her face. But I could see the way her body trembled, betraying her.

"You're wrong," she spat through clenched teeth, but her voice wavered, and I could feel the tension crackling between us.

I tilted my head, my gaze never leaving hers. "Am I, though?" I whispered, the edge in my voice tightening. "You think you can run from this, from me, but deep down, you know you'll come back. You always do, because no one else can make you feel the way I do. You love me."

Her lips parted to argue, but I stepped closer, the intensity between us thickening. "You want me to break you, Lisa, even if you won't admit it. And I will—piece by piece—until you don't know where your pain ends and your desire begins."

With a sneer, I tossed her into the front seat of the car, swiftly joining her and locking the doors before driving back to the penthouse.

As tears streamed down Lisa's face, she cried out, "Why are you doing this?" My response was sharp and unforgiving, "You've crossed the line. Now you'll see what I'm capable of."

Fear flickered in her eyes as she pleaded, "What do you mean?" Ignoring her, I revealed my darker side as we arrived at the penthouse.

Stopping the car at the door, I stepped out and opened her door, forcefully dragging her out.

As we entered the penthouse, the staff watched in shock as my butler hurried over Without giving anyone a chance to speak, I commanded, "If none of you want to lose your job, then leave the penthouse and give us some privacy. No one is to come near here until I say otherwise. Go home." My tone brooked no argument as I asserted my authority.

Ignoring her pleas, I led Lisa to my bedroom and locked the door behind us.

Shedding my coat in a flurry of frustration, I turned to face her tear-streaked visage. "Please, Taehyung, what are you doing?" She implored, her voice trembling with fear.

In a fit of anger, I shouted back at her, "You've seen my love, Lisa. My patience, my desire for you. But now, you'll witness my obsession with you, doll."

Gripping her jaw firmly, I forced her to meet my gaze. "How dare you play with your life, Lisa? What if I had hit you and lost you? Can't you see the danger you put yourself in? Can't you trust me even once?"

Pushing me away, she retorted, "No, I don't trust you. Just go." The sting of her words cut deep, reigniting the pain of her lack of faith in me.

Again, the same word, f-ck.

I hate it now.

Frustration boiling within me, I snapped, "I was scared to lose you, and yet you remain stubborn."

As I gazed at her with steely resolve, I uttered, "Now, Lisa, that's enough. If you insist on being this stubborn, then you're dealing with the evil within me."

With a deliberate motion, I unbuckled my belt, causing her eyes to widen in terror. "What are you doing? Are you going to force me?" she pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.

A dark chuckle escaped my lips as I responded, "Isn't this what you want, Lisa? It's your stubbornness that's driving me to this." Tears streaming down her cheeks, she cried out, "How could you? You can't force me!"

With a chilling laugh, I retorted, "I will, Lisa. Your stubbornness is driving me mad, and if I can't have you, then no one in this world can. Got that?"

The intensity of my declaration hung in the air, a stark reminder of the depths of my obsession and the lengths I was willing to go to possess her.

As she cried out in protest, I dragged her to the bed, her feeble attempts to push me away proving futile against my strength.

With a cold determination, I bound her hands with the belt, securing her to the bed. As I ripped away her clothes, exposing her delicate body clad in lacy lingerie, I couldn't help but marvel at her beauty, a sight that was now mine to cherish.

She is always so lovely to my eyes, but now I see only a woman who hates my love, which I never accept. I have my pride, and she is hurting my ego, my love, and my desire for her. She is playing with my heart.

Discarding my shirt with a careless toss, I leaned in to kiss her, but she resisted. Ignoring her pleas, I forced my lips upon hers, tasting the bitterness of her defiance.

With a savage hunger, I bit down on her lips, then her neck, eliciting a whimper of pain from her trembling form. "No, don't, please... I hate you," she managed to choke out between sobs.

Chuckling darkly, I dismissed her protest with a callous remark, "Do I care if you hate me? No, baby, it's because I know you only love me."

The twisted logic of my obsession clouded my mind as I continued to exert my dominance over her, convinced of the righteousness of my actions.

As I continued to ravage her, my kisses became more insistent and more demanding. Each touch, each caress, was an assertion of my power over her, a reminder of her helplessness in my grasp.

With a cruel smirk, I whispered mockingly, "You can fight all you want, Lisa, but in the end, you belong to me. Your body, your soul, they're mine to claim."

Her cries of protest fell on deaf ears as I trailed kisses down her neck, leaving a trail of bruised skin in my wake. "No, please, stop," she pleaded, her voice choked with tears and desperation.

But I paid no heed to her pleas, my desire driving me forward relentlessly. "You can't resist me, Lisa," I growled, my hands gripping her tightly as I forced myself upon her. "You were made for me, and I will have you, whether you like it or not."

She whimpered in pain and fear, but I only laughed cruelly in response. "You hate me now, but soon you'll see. You'll learn to love me, just as I love you," I declared, my words dripping with love and obsession.

And in that moment, as I claimed her as my own, I reveled in the twisted pleasure of knowing that she was mine, body and soul, whether she wanted it or not.

"You think you can run away from me, doll? You can't," I taunted, my voice dripping with malice. "Soon, I'll make you understand everything."

As I began to tear away her bra and thong, she cried out in desperation, pleading for me to stop.

Ignoring her pleas, I slapped her womanhood, eliciting a moan of pain from her trembling lips. "No, please, don't," she whimpered.

"I will, Lisa, and don't worry," I sneered, my grip tightening on her. "I'll f-ck you hard until you forget everything until all you can remember is that you belong to me."

My words were laced with a twisted sense of possessiveness, a determination to dominate her completely.

"I'll f-ck you until you admit you love me and trust me until you give us a chance," I continued, my voice low and menacing. "I'll f-ck you until you're mine until you can't think of anything else but me. I'll f-ck you raw until you forget the world around you until all that exists is the love I give you."

At that moment, consumed by my obsession, I was determined to make her mine, to erase any doubts or resistance from her mind until she belonged to me completely.

As I moved to bite her clitoral area, she cried out in pain, but I couldn't stop myself.

The intensity of my desire had blinded me to the harm I was causing her, and I cursed myself for my actions. I knew I had crossed a line, forcing her in a way that I shouldn't have.

But even as I felt the weight of my guilt, I knew how to make her calm. I needed to win her. I slowed my pace and started to give her pleasure with my skilled tongue rammed into her claimed hole.

I suck her clitoral area and press it with a finger, and then in a circular motion, I massage it. I couldn't deny the arousal that coursed through her body.

Her moans of protest turned into soft cries of pleasure as I continued to pleasure her, my tongue tracing patterns of desire across her skin.

"No, stop," she begged, but her body betrayed her words, responding eagerly to my touch. It was clear that she craved the forceful passion I offered, even if she couldn't admit it to herself.

As I felt her body surrendering to the pleasure, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. My doll, so innocent and yet so responsive to my touch.

Now, I would show her the depths of my love, even if it meant forcing her to submit to the pleasure she secretly desired.

As our lips met, a surge of electricity coursed through my veins, igniting a fire that had long been smoldering within me.

Our kiss was a collision of passion and longing, a desperate embrace born from the depths of our desire for each other.

I pressed her against the railing, my hands roaming freely over her body as I devoured her lips with an insatiable hunger.

With each touch, each caress, I felt myself becoming more alive, more consumed by the intoxicating taste of her.

Again, I moved to kiss her nipples and suck them, trailing kisses down her body. As I reached her navel, I licked it, and she moaned. "No, don't. I hate it now when you touch me like that. Just... ahhhhh."

I knew she was trying to resist her desire and love. I could tell she was enjoying my touch. I moved to her neck and whispered, "Then hate me until I make you fall for me again."

Lisa gasped and said, "Stop seducing me. This trick won't change my mind."

"Let me make my angry doll understand how much I love you, and yes, even if I needed to seduce you, I'd do that, Lisa; you have no idea what I can do to get you." I laughed softly, licking her earlobe as she cursed, "F-ck you, Taehyung Kim. I hate you."

I kissed her neck gently. "Then do so, Lisa. F-ck me, baby. I'm yours to f-ck. I'll be happy if you do."

I felt her body tense beneath me, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. "You think you can just... make me forget everything?" she said, her voice trembling.

I trailed my fingers down her sides, feeling her shiver under my touch. "Maybe," I replied, my voice low and teasing. "Maybe I can remind you of what we used to have."

She arched her back as I kissed the sensitive spot just below her ear. "This won't work," she insisted, though her resolve seemed to be weakening. "You can't just... ahhh..."

I smirked against her skin, my hands exploring every inch of her body. "I know you, Lisa. I know what you like, what makes you lose control."

I move to her vagina and kiss her thigh again and lick her. She trembled. "You are so cheap, Taehyung. You are playing with my body and mind; I can't forgive you for this."

I chuckled as I licked her vulva and sucked it on; she was already so wet I pushed my two fingers in her. She moaned like a sin.

"Oh god, Oh Taehyung, what are you doing to me? Ahhhh, oh no, I can't ahhhh." Her voice changed into raspy breathing. She lost her body to me. I understand that she gave up; she needed more.

As soon as I undone my pants and underwear, Lisa gasped. I held my shaft in my hand and then moved to her face and placed it on her lips, just a tease.

I said. "Smell, it doll. You love this shaft inside you." Lisa, just try to resist. I make sure it roams my shaft around her face.

She moans. I know what she wants.

Then I move to her nipples and then move my face to lick on one of her sexy nipples, and from the other hand, I massage the other one.

I lean to kiss it; she moans softly. "Stop playing with my body; oh god, Taehyung, no, don't do that." I chuckled. I know she is in denial.

I didn't listen to her words and did what I wanted. I place my love mark on her nipples and body and roam my hand over her perfect, sexy body.

I moved her to the ear and said. "I love you so much, Lisa. I love you. Just stay with me.".

I took a step back, my heart racing as I kneeled before her. I held her legs gently, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips.

I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her feet, savoring the taste of her skin and the way it sent shivers through her body.

I continued my kisses along her legs, tracing a path upward, my lips grazing her skin with a tenderness that felt both foreign and intoxicating.

She wriggled slightly, but it wasn't a rejection; it was a response, a subtle sign that my touch was affecting her.

I wanted to take my time to make her feel every ounce of the connection that had been building between us and to show her just how much she meant to me.

As I moved further up, I could sense the tension in her body, the mix of confusion and desire swirling within her.

I paused, looking up to gauge her reaction, needing to know if she was still with me at this moment.

Her breath was quickening, and I could see the fight in her eyes, but beneath it lay something softer—a flicker of longing that pushed me forward.

"Lisa," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion, "you have no idea what you do to me." I pressed another kiss against her thigh, the warmth of her skin igniting something deep within me. "Let me show you how much I care. Let me prove that I'm not just playing games."

Untying her hands, I allowed her to freely explore the depths of our connection, her touch igniting a fierce need within me.

She responded eagerly, deepening the kiss with a fervor that matched my own, her hands tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer.

In that moment, all thoughts of guilt and restraint faded away, replaced by a raw, primal need to possess her completely.

F-ck,. She was my addiction, my salvation, and in her arms, I found solace from the chaos of the world.

Her kiss was a mirror of my own desire, each movement filled with the same intensity and longing that consumed me.

It was a symphony of passion, a dance of two souls entwined in a moment of unbridled ecstasy.

As I trailed my fingers over her thighs, I felt her shiver beneath my touch, her body responding eagerly to my every caress.

With a sense of urgency, I slipped my hand between her legs, feeling the wetness that awaited me there.

With fervor, I began to rub her vigorously, driving her to the brink of madness with each passionate stroke.

Her moans mingled with mine as our lips continued to devour each other, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as if there were no tomorrow.

With her beneath me, I felt a sense of power and control, driving her wild with the intensity of my touch.

At that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of us, lost in a whirlwind of desire and need.

And as I continued to pleasure her with a fierce determination, I knew that nothing could ever compare to the ecstasy of being with her.

As we reluctantly parted from our kiss, a sense of urgency consumed me, driving me to explore every inch of her body with an insatiable hunger.

Moving down between her legs, I trailed kisses along her neck, savoring the taste of her skin as I massaged her soft breasts, reveling in their exquisite texture.

—the feeling of her body beneath mine, the taste of her skin on my lips. With a sense of longing, I gripped her thighs, spreading them wide to grant me access to her most intimate depths.

With a primal need driving me, I delved between her thighs, eagerly lapping up her essence with a fervor that bordered on desperation.

Sucking, flicking my tongue, and feasting on her juices, I was intoxicated by the taste of her, the feel of her trembling beneath me.

Her moans of ecstasy mingled with the sound of her fingers tugging at my hair, urging me to delve deeper, to bring her to the heights of pleasure.

At that moment, there was only her, only us, lost in the throes of passion as we surrendered to the undeniable pull of desire.

And as I continued to worship her with my touch, I knew that nothing could ever compare to the intoxicating sensation of being with her.

As she teeters on the edge of climax, I withdraw from her, locking eyes with her in an intense gaze that speaks volumes without words.

With a hunger that borders on desperation, I press my lips to hers once more, allowing her to taste her essence on my lips before I continue.

I plunge my shaft into her with a force that leaves us both breathless. The feeling of completeness washes over me as I merge with her, our bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other.

I love her and no one can change it that Lisa Manoban is mine. I'll have her, and she needed to understand it.

Her legs wrap around me, drawing me deeper into her embrace, while her nails dig into my arms, leaving marks of our passion.

With each thrust, we become lost in a rhythm as old as time, our moans harmonizing in perfect unison as we surrender to the pleasure that consumes us.

At that moment, there is only her, only us, lost in the ecstasy of our union as we transcend the boundaries of this world and enter a realm where only our love exists.

And as we move together in perfect harmony, I know that nothing could ever compare to the overwhelming sensation of being one with her.

What I share with Lisa transcends mere physical pleasure; it is a connection that defies description. In her arms, I find a sense of completeness and fulfillment that I have never experienced with anyone else.

Before, I may have been uncertain about my feelings for her, but now there is no doubt in my mind. I am certain that I love her, and the depth of my emotions for her is both profound and beautiful.

The darkness that clouded my heart in the morning has been replaced by lightness, a sense of joy, and contentment that I never thought possible.

With Lisa by my side, I feel as though I have finally found my place in the world, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

Suddenly I see hatred in her eyes.