His to Break, His to Keep

The moment the doors slammed shut, the air between them thickened—charged with something raw and suffocating. She had spent the entire car ride in silence, her pulse hammering beneath her skin as she replayed the events of the night.

A deal had been struck. A deal with the devil himself.

And now, she was his.

Taehyung stood before her, his dark eyes smoldering with something she couldn't name—something that made her stomach twist and her throat tighten. He was still dressed in that perfectly tailored suit, the black silk of his shirt slightly undone, revealing the tan skin beneath. A cruel smirk played on his lips as he watched her, the weight of his gaze making her body betray her in the worst possible ways.

"Say it," he murmured, voice low and commanding.

She swallowed, her fists clenching at her sides. "Say what?"

His smirk deepened. He took a slow step forward, his presence alone suffocating. "That you're mine."

Her breath hitched. "I never agreed to that."

His hand shot out, fingers curling under her chin, tilting her head up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. "You did the moment you walked back into my world, sweetheart." His voice was velvet, edged with steel. "Now, say it."

She clenched her jaw, defiance sparking in her eyes. "No."

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. "You always were a stubborn little thing." His fingers trailed down, grazing her throat, his touch deceptively soft. "But we both know how this ends."

Her pulse thundered beneath his fingertips. He was too close, his scent—dark spice and danger—invading her senses. She hated the way her body reacted to him, the way his mere presence sent heat flooding through her veins.

"I won't break," she whispered, her voice trembling despite the steel in her words.

Taehyung's lips curved into something dark. "Oh, sweetheart." His grip tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her of the power he held over her. "That's the fun part."

And then, he kissed her.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't sweet. It was a claim. A punishment. A promise of the destruction to come.

His lips crashed against hers, rough and demanding, stealing the breath from her lungs. One hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her waist, pulling her flush against his hard body. Heat exploded through her, sharp and intoxicating. She fought it—fought him—but it was useless. He consumed her, devoured her, and somewhere in the chaos of it all, she found herself kissing him back.

A growl of approval vibrated through his chest. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a sinful dance that left her dizzy. She should have pushed him away. She should have fought harder. But her body had already betrayed her, melting into him, craving the wickedness he offered.

When he finally pulled away, his lips were swollen, his eyes burning with something dangerous. "There," he murmured, brushing a thumb over her lips. "Now there's no denying it."

She panted, her heart racing. "I hate you."

Taehyung chuckled, dark and amused. "No, sweetheart. You hate that you don't."

She turned away, but he caught her wrist, pulling her back against him. "Running already?" His breath was hot against her ear. "Where's that fight I love so much?"

She glared up at him. "I'm not playing your game, Taehyung."

His smirk was pure sin. "Who said this was a game?"

Before she could respond, he lifted her effortlessly, throwing her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing. She gasped, struggling against his grip, but it was useless. "Put me down!"

Taehyung chuckled. "Not a chance."

She pounded against his back, furious. "I swear to God—"

He cut her off with a sharp slap to her thigh. "Careful, sweetheart. I might start to think you like being manhandled."

Her cheeks burned with fury and something else she refused to name. "You're insufferable."

"And yet, here you are."

He carried her through the grand halls of his estate, finally reaching his bedroom. The moment he set her down, she stumbled back, glaring at him. "You can't just—"

Taehyung's fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face up once more. "I can. And I will."

Her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. "Why me?" she whispered, the question slipping past her lips before she could stop it.

Something flickered in his gaze—something raw, something dangerous. "Because you're mine," he said simply as if that was the only answer that mattered.

Her stomach twisted. "You don't own me."

His smile was slow, wicked. "You keep saying that."

And then, he kissed her again—this time slower, deeper. A kiss meant to unravel her, to make her forget everything except him.

And damn him, it was working.

He didn't let her pull away this time. His hands roamed lower, tracing the delicate curves of her waist before pressing her back against the massive bed behind her. His weight pinned her down, but there was no rush in his movements. He took his time, savoring the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers trembled against his chest.

"You fight me like you want to win," he murmured against her lips, "but we both know how this ends."

She turned her head, trying to catch her breath, but he was relentless. His lips trailed lower, grazing her jaw, and her neck, leaving behind scorching kisses that sent shivers down her spine.

"I should hate you," she whispered, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

"You should," he agreed, his voice a dangerous purr. "But you don't."

She shuddered as his teeth grazed her skin, a mixture of pleasure and frustration twisting inside her. She hated that he was right. Hated that no matter how much she resisted, her body craved him in ways she couldn't control.

Taehyung leaned back just enough to study her, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her waist. "Say it," he murmured again.

Her lips parted, defiance warring with the undeniable pull of desire. "Never."

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. "Then I guess I'll have to make you."

And just like that, she knew—she was already his.