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The air was thick with something dangerous, raw, forbidden.
His lips bruised mine, forcing me to breathe him in, taste the hunger laced in every movement.
I knew this was wrong.
I knew he was wrong.
But when his teeth scraped over my bottom lip, his fingers digging into my waist, pinning me between his body and the wallâ
I stopped caring.
His tongue slipped past my lips, claiming me like he had every right to.
Maybe he did.
Maybe that was the most terrifying part of all.
I yanked at his shirt, my nails digging into his skin. If I was falling, I wanted to drag him down with me.
Taehyun growled against my lips. âNeedy little thing, arenât you?â
A shiver raced down my spine, heat curling low in my stomach.
His hands slid down my hips, gripping tight. Possessive. Claiming.
"You were trying to run from me just minutes ago," he murmured, his lips tracing down my jaw, his teeth scraping my throat.
I gasped as he bit downâjust enough to leave a mark.
"Now look at you," he whispered. "Begging for my touch without saying a word."
I clenched my fists. "I hate you."
His chuckle was low, dark, sinful.
"No, sweetheart," he said, his breath hot against my skin. "You hate how much you want me."
I was about to push him awayâ**or maybe pull him closerâ**when the sharp sound of a phone ringing shattered the moment.
Taehyun didnât move.
Didnât bother to acknowledge the disruption.
He kept his hands on me, his gaze burning into mine.
The phone kept ringing.
He sighed, grabbing it from his pocket without breaking eye contact.
"Speak."
A muffled voice responded on the other end.
Whatever was said made his jaw tighten.
I swallowed, my body still thrumming from his touch, from the heat weâd just shared.
Thenâ
His gaze sharpened.
His hand flexed around the phone.
"I see."
I didnât know what was being said, but I felt the shift in the air.
Something had just changed.
Taehyun ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
Then, his fingers wrapped around my wrist.
"Come."
I frowned. "Where are we going?"
He didnât answer.
He just pulled me toward the door, his grip firm. Unyielding.
"Tae, waitâ"
His steps didnât falter. He was a man on a mission.
And whatever had just been said on that call?
I had a feeling it had something to do with me.
â
The hallway was eerily quiet, except for the click of my heels against the floor as I struggled to keep up with his pace.
"Taehyun, what the hell is going on?"
He didnât answer.
Not until we reached the study.
He shoved the door open, pulling me inside before slamming it shut.
Then, he turned to me.
His expression was unreadable. But his eyes?
They were wild.
Dark.
Possessive.
"Iâm going to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me, princess."
I swallowed. "Okay."
He took a step closer.
Then another.
Until my back hit the desk, my heart hammering against my ribs.
His fingers brushed my waist.
Soft. Gentle. Deceptive.
"Where is it?" he whispered.
My breath hitched. "Whereâs what?"
His smirk was sharp. Deadly.
"The USB."
My stomach dropped.
I tried to play dumb. "I donât know what youâre talking aboutâ"
He sighed. "Wrong answer."
And then, in one swift motionâ
He grabbed my thigh, hoisting me onto the desk.
I gasped, my hands flying to his chest for balance.
His grip tightened around my hips, his lips brushing my ear. âDo you know what I do to liars, sweetheart?â
My pulse pounded.
His hands skimmed under my dress, tracing my bare skin.
I tried to push him away, but he trapped my wrists against the desk.
"Careful," he whispered, his nose trailing along my jaw, his breath warm and intoxicating.
I bit my lip. "You donât scare me."
He chuckled, dark and knowing.
"Liar."
Then, he tilted my head back, his lips hovering just above mine.
"Hereâs how this is going to go, princess," he murmured. "Iâm going to give you one last chance to tell me where it is."
His fingers dug into my thighs.
"If you lie againâ¦"
His lips brushed mine.
"Iâll have to punish you."
A shiver raced down my spine.
Not from fear.
From something much worse.
A dangerous addiction.
An obsession that was sinking its claws into me deeper and deeper.
He was ruining me.
And the worst part?
I wanted him to.