⫣49⫦ Unraveling

Spice ahead!

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My stomach drops at his intense gaze.

I might have pushed him too far this time.

But before I can say anything else, he takes my wrist and pulls me off the dance floor, his grip so hard it's almost painful. I stumble after him as he stops in front of one of the servants.

"You," he snaps at him and the poor boy starts shaking.

"Y-yes, sir?"

"I need to make an important phone call. Show me to a room where I won't be interrupted."

I find it hard to breath as the boy nods in fear and intimidation and leads us through the mansion, up wide staircases and hallways, before coming to a stop in front of a massive black door. The servant doesn't even have time to open it before Taehyung pushes me inside, turns to the boy with a: "You can go now," and slams the door shut.

I stand in the middle of the darkly lit room, the door so soundproof, you could not hear a single thing of the party going on downstairs.

It looks like a fancy hotel room inside, the walls painted a dark brown, the floor made out of dark, expensive wood and the furniture and curtains shining in an elegant mahogany red. And then there is the massive queen sized bed.

I swallow hard.

"You know," his dark voice rumbles through the room and I see him still leaning against the door with his back to me, both hands flat against he wood, his head bent.

"If you don't know how to stop, why should I?"

Slowly he turns, and I don't know what to do with my body as he ranks his eyes up and down my height, his eyes leaving hot trails over my skin, as if he is already touching me. Dark strands have fallen into his forehead and with the black suit, he looks both hot and incredibly dangerous. The devil indeed.

He pushes off the door.

Some might think he walks lazily, but I see the tension in his body, the vein on his neck popping out and his hands balled into fists, like he needs to keep himself from running over. His eyes are so blazing, I back away, afraid I might burn myself.Step after step I stumble back, until my back hits something hard- a large office desk. Taehyung comes to stand in front of me.

He seems even taller than usual, bending his head low as he leans down with both hands on the desk, trapping me with a long, heavy sigh.I don't think I'm breathing as his smell surrounds me, fills my nose and my world.

"I wasn't going to do this tonight. I was gonna wait. But you make it impossible, Lian."

I let out a stuttering breath as I wonder what he's referring too, even though I have a very good idea. I'm not afraid- never afraid of him, but I do suddenly feel nervous, the inside of my palms sweaty as I grab the edge of the desk.

"Tell me, are you ready to bear the consequences?"

It doesn't sound like a question, more like a promise. My mouth parts, but no sound comes out, unable to form words.

One of his hands leave the desk, travelling up my exposed arm, over my shoulders and then around my neck, raising the hair on my skin. There he squeezes, turning my head up as he stops his inches from mine.

"Do you have any idea how tempting you are? How much I tried to hold myself back all these weeks?"

My breath quickens, my skin burning up, especially when his other hand drops and grabs my thigh through the slit of my dress and easily heaves me up so I sit on the desk. He spreads my legs and settles in between, his hand still on my thigh.

"Do you know how many times I thought about it? About what it would feel like with you?"

His sultry voice- his words- they travel up and down my body, leaving that place between my legs tingling and yearning.

"You're about to find out," he suddenly growls.

Without warning he takes the two thin straps of my dress and pulls them down my shoulder, exposing my breasts. A high pitched sound of surprise escapes me when he grazes my nipples with his knuckles, hardening them even more and sending tiny ripples of pleasure through me.

"So beautiful," he breathes, sounding far away.

With a sudden force, he grabs my hips and pulls me forward, using his hand on my thigh to pull my leg around his waist. I feel his hard length press against the thin fabric of my dress, causing me to gasp.He catches the sound when he crashes his lips onto mine.

It's the same as the first time we kissed behind that gas station: wild, unstoppable and hungry, like we are both starving for the other. It feels almost like a fight, our tongues battling one another as his hands pull me against him, tugging at my waist, pressing my hips closer.

My hands are almost franticly exploring his chest, grabbing at his collar, pulling him closer. I need more. I need to feel his skin on mine. Before I know what I'm doing, I open his neck-tie, undoing the buttons on his black blouse.

His hands leave my body only for the second it takes him to get rid of his jacket, letting it drop on the floor without care, then he pulls me close again, moving my body against his. The sound of our heavy breathing and kissing is the only sound in the room.

I let out a moan when my hands finally meet his skin, his shirt open, my hands exploring those hard muscles, my nails scratching at his abs and he growls into my mouth. With frantic, shaking hands, I travel south, starting to undo the button of his trousers.

I want more of him- closer. I want everything. I'm burning with the need.

Then I feel his hands move up my legs, taking the fabric of the silver dress with him as he pulls it up to my waist. He doesn't hesitate as he grabs my black, waist high thong, pulls it down and replaces it with his fingers.

My head flies back, a soundless gasp escaping my lips at the touch. His mouth leaves my lips, as he growls, deep and satisfactory: "I love how wet you are- knowing how much you want me too."

Instead of words, there are only rough sounds coming from my throat, the feeling of his fingers against my wet pussy driving me insane.

"Tae, please," I manage to murmur out, the words slurry like I'm drunk. And I am. Drunk on him and the feelings he can evoke in me. The pleasure and intensity of it.

He grins, dark and lustful, looking up from beneath the hair falling into his eyes, darkening his gaze even more.

"Please what? Tell me, Lian. What is it that you want from me? Say it, and I'll do it."

My mind is in such a frenzy, I'm hardly able to process what he's saying. It doesn't matter. There is only one thing I want.

"I want you," I breath, accompanied by a moan as he draws torturous slow circles with his fingers, only teasing my clit which pulses with need. My hips move on their own accord, wanting more of it, craving more friction.

"Say it. I want you to say it," he growls half in anger, half in impatience.

I look at him through hooded eyes. There is nothing I want but one thing.

"Fuck me, Taehyung. Please!"

Before I can even think about the words, they're out of my mouth and Tae pushes forward with a long, deep growl. I don't know when he has pulled down his pants, or if it had been me, but I feel his dick press against my entrance. I gasp as he slips in with his tip, my wetness having him groan in pleasure.

I heard the first time hurts. Or is at least accompanied with discomfort. I prepared for the pain, only to find nothing but this new, impossible feeling travel through my body as he fills and fills me, pushing into me.

My mind cannot think around the push in-and in. Too much. This is too much, my eyes flying wide.

It feels like too much, like I can't take it. "Tae, I don't think-"

"Shh," he shushes me with a finger."I know you can take it, darling."

Then he thrusts and I let out a moan of both surprise and pleasure as he fills me completely. No pain, only a feeling unfathomable and new. God, he's big, the feeling unreal, too much and yet not enough.

"Fuck," Taehyung moans, his face buried in my hair as his entire body shakes, but he doesn't move his hips.

"Tell me your okay," he grinds out, like it's torture for him not to move, to keep still while inside me. My world is narrowed down to his cock in me. It feels... I had no words to describe it.

It feels as though I am utterly complete while threatening to burst.

"Lian! Tell me your okay!"

He turns his head while grabbing my chin to make me look at him. He looks like he's in pain, his face tight and lips pressed into a thin line.

"Say something."

He shifts his weight a little, causing me to feel the vibration inside me. It's like catching fire, my inner creature trashing and screaming: more, more, more. And it was hella angry that it's not getting what it wanted. My voice is barely more than a rough whisper.

"I'll tell you something: If you don't start fucking me right now, I'm gonna go down there and find me someone else who will!"

He seems stunned by my words, but only for a second before he lets out a rumble of dark laughter, letting his hand on my chin travel down to my neck where he chokes me hard enough to make it difficult, but not impossible to breath.

The touch is possessive and dominant, but for some reason I love it. It's dark and dangerous and thrilling, like I'm putting my life in his hands. Well, I am, and enjoying it probably more than I should.

"You know what I like most about you? It's that naughty mouth and those nasty thoughts of yours. But I like it all the more to shut you up."

Then he moves, thrusting so deep, it makes my head spin and my body jerk. Through his grip around my throat, the sound leaving my lips is nothing but choking rasps, deep and rough and sensual.

He does it again and again, pounding into me, filling me, each thrust feeling deeper and more consuming than the one before. My hands rest behind me, holding my weight, leaning into him while my legs have come around his waist, holding on tight, moving against him too in an ever growing rhythm.

I am lead by nothing but instinct and my need to have more of him.

Dark, sexy groans rasp out of his mouth, driving me even wilder.

I feel that knot inside me tighten, drawing closer to that edge as those throaty sounds leave my body. That sweet, mindless pleasure threatens to swallow me.

Pleasure only he has ever given me. And I know, this would feel so much more intense.

"No, I'm not done yet. You need to be taught a lesson," Tae suddenly snaps.

The world blurs so fast, I don't even know what happened until I find myself being thrown on the bed, the breath being knocked out of me.

He's on me like an animal, grabbing my ankles, twisting me at the same time so I'm lying on my stomach. His strength and speed are amazing, and I'm starting to wonder if he might have let Jungkook win last night, knowing the maknae hated feeling weak.

I scream in surprise when he raises me to my knees, then holds down my head with one hand and enters me again from behind with my ass in the air.And I loved, more than anything, how he seems to know exactly what I want. Not the sweet making love the old Lian had imagined. I want it hard and wild and wholly sinful.

I have let go of my old morals the day I met him. The day I realized what it is that I want. When he showed me who I am.

My hands grab the sheets next to me, my moans being suppressed by the pillow I'm pressed in.

He feels even deeper inside me in this position, his hips pounding into me with force.

I'm unravelling.

I feel like Taehyung is taking control of every single part of my body.

He knows exactly when I'm close to coming and then slows his pace again. I try to move against him, but his grip is unbreakable on my hips, taking control of the pace.

I let out a snarl when he slows yet again. I feel feral. I needed the release and he's denying me!

Suddenly he leans over, grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back not too gently. The pain mixes with the pleasure, sending my senses into overdrive.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?" he growls with dark humor and unchecked desire in his voice.

Oh, this bastard is enjoying my torture! I let out a frustrated yell.

"Stop this!"

"No," he answers, quickening his pace a little only to slow again. I'm beginning to loose all sense of reality. I just need more of him, my mind dazed with pleasure, hazy yet blazing. There is so much of it I feel like drowning.

"Tae!" I choke out, but he only chuckles against my ear.

"How about you beg again, Lian and maybe I'll think about it."

I trash against his hold, but the hard thrusts that follow almost send me over the edge- almost. But he stops right before that, like he knows my limits better than I do.

"Beg me Lian. I wanna hear you beg!", his voice snarls against my ear, like he too wanted and needed me to say it.

I try not to. I really do.

But then he uses one hand to play with my clit while also sliding in and out of me. I whimper, the feeling too much and not enough.

God, what is he doing to me?

No- he can't stop. He can't.

The moment I feel him slowing down, I snap.

"Okay. Please. Please Tae. I'm sorry. I wont tease you any more. But please don't stop!"

I'm at a point where I would say anything, just to have that tightness in me relieved.

"Mhh, I don't believe that for a second," he murmurs, then nips at my ear, biting slightly before he whispers real quiet. "But I do love that begging."

And then he fucks me-

Harder and harder, faster and faster, not slowing down this time, his and my breathing mingling, panting, turning it into a race as he grabs my ass painfully hard, the sound of his hips smacking against my backside echoing through the room, accompanied by the wet thrust in and out.

But I am too lost in the pleasure rising in me to notice or wonder about people hearing it.It feels like he's so deep inside me, he reaches all the way to my heart, each thrust driving me closer to that edge. "Oh God, Tae!" I yell out, unable to hold it in as the pleasure rises like a tidal wave and then crashes over me, my body jerking.

It's barely comparable to when he had gone down on me yesterday. I'm lost, the world exploding around me as I scream- I don't care who hears. Tae is still moving inside me, intensifying the feeling even more, before I hear the sexiest, darkest moan rip from his throat and he comes inside me.

It's like my senses had an overdrive, because for the next minute or so, I can hardly hear, see or feel anything except for the last remains of the pleasure still ebbing thought me. I haven't noticed Taehyung pulling out, but when I can open my eyes again, I see him lying next to me on his back, still breathing heavily. He hair is a mess, his lips swollen and sweat glisters on his forehead.

It's the most beautiful sight I have ever seen, especially when he turns his head and I see those eyes land on me.

I fall even deeper in love with him.

And I wish I could tell my mother what she is missing out on. Nothing- nothing can compare to this feeling. Of being spent and content while looking into the eyes of the man I love and have him look at me the same.

There is no chance for me not to love him.

I don't think there ever was.

I never believed in fate and destiny, but I do now. How can I not?

He's my life. And he was always meant to be my life.

Now and forever.