Beneath His Control

The world outside the towering glass windows of the penthouse was bathed in moonlight, the city lights twinkling like a sea of fallen stars. But inside, the atmosphere was suffocating, charged with an intensity that made it impossible to breathe without feeling his presence pressing down on me.

Kim Taehyung leaned against his desk, his dark gaze locked onto me like a predator watching its prey. His sharp suit fit him like a second skin, exuding dominance with every inch of fabric. He had removed his tie, the first sign of his control slipping, but his expression was unreadable—except for the hunger in his eyes.

I stood frozen in place, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have let him take me away from the gala, away from the world that made sense. But he had, and now I was trapped.

"You've been avoiding me." His voice was deep, a slow, velvety threat wrapped in the pretense of calm.

I swallowed hard. "I needed space."

Taehyung let out a dark chuckle, low and amused. "Space?" He pushed off the desk, closing the distance between us in three measured steps. "That's cute, sweetheart. You think you have the option to run from me?"

His fingers brushed my chin, tilting my head up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze. There was something terrifyingly beautiful about him, a man sculpted by power, his obsidian eyes promising both heaven and hell.

"This—" I swallowed, trying to keep my voice steady. "Whatever this is… It's not right."

His grip on my chin tightened, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. "You keep saying that, but your body tells me a different story."

I shivered as his breath ghosted over my cheek, my resolve threatening to crack. I hated the way he affected me. The way my pulse quickened, the way my stomach twisted with anticipation whenever he was near.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Taehyung," I whispered.

He smirked, his lips inches from mine. "And yet, you keep coming back to me."

I turned my head away, breaking his hold, needing space to breathe. But before I could take a step back, his hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His scent—expensive cologne laced with something darker, something purely him—invaded my senses.

"You don't understand, do you?" His voice dropped, a husky whisper against my ear. "You belong to me. No matter how far you run, no matter how many times you tell yourself you can escape… you won't."

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to fight against the pull he had on me. "Taehyung, please…"

"Please, what?" He challenged, his grip tightening. "Tell me to stop. Tell me you don't want this."

I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn't come. Because the truth was, I did want him. Even when I knew he was dangerous. Even when I knew loving him would destroy me.

His lips brushed against my jawline, slow and deliberate. "That's what I thought."

I hated how easily he unraveled me. How his touch set fire to every inch of my skin. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, a silent betrayal of my own resistance.

"I can't," I whispered. "This… we can't."

Taehyung pulled back slightly, his dark eyes scanning mine. And then, suddenly, he laughed—low and wicked, his amusement laced with something far more possessive.

"You really think you have a choice, don't you?" His fingers trailed down my arm, sending shivers in their wake. "I let you pretend, sweetheart. But let's not forget what we both know—"

His hand slid into my hair, tilting my head back with just enough force to remind me who was in control.

"You are mine."

I sucked in a shaky breath, my body betraying me once again.

"This isn't love," I forced out, needing to hear myself say it.

Taehyung smirked, his thumb tracing slow circles against my hip. "No. It's something far worse."

I closed my eyes, willing myself to fight against the inevitable. But deep down, I already knew—I had lost the battle before it even began.

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The world outside the towering glass windows of the penthouse was bathed in moonlight, the city lights twinkling like a sea of fallen stars. But inside, the atmosphere was suffocating, charged with an intensity that made it impossible to breathe without feeling his presence pressing down on me. Kim Taehyung leaned against his desk, his dark gaze locked onto me like a predator watching its prey. His sharp suit fit him like a second skin, exuding dominance with every inch of fabric. He had removed his tie, the first sign of his control slipping, but his expression was unreadable—except for the hunger in his eyes. I stood frozen in place, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have let him take me away from the gala, away from the world that made sense. But he had, and now I was trapped. "You've been avoiding me." His voice was deep, a slow, velvety threat wrapped in the pretense of calm. I swallowed hard. "I needed space." Taehyung let out a dark chuckle, low and amused. "Space?" He pushed off the desk, closing the distance between us in three measured steps. "That's cute, sweetheart. You think you have the option to run from me?" His fingers brushed my chin, tilting my head up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze. There was something terrifyingly beautiful about him, a man sculpted by power, his obsidian eyes promising both heaven and hell. "This—" I swallowed, trying to keep my voice steady. "Whatever this is… It's not right." His grip on my chin tightened, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. "You keep saying that, but your body tells me a different story." I shivered as his breath ghosted over my cheek, my resolve threatening to crack. I hated the way he affected me. The way my pulse quickened, the way my stomach twisted with anticipation whenever he was near. "You're playing a dangerous game, Taehyung," I whispered. He smirked, his lips inches from mine. "And yet, you keep coming back to me." I turned my head away, breaking his hold, needing space to breathe. But before I could take a step back, his hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His scent—expensive cologne laced with something darker, something purely him—invaded my senses. "You don't understand, do you?" His voice dropped, a husky whisper against my ear. "You belong to me. No matter how far you run, no matter how many times you tell yourself you can escape… you won't." I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to fight against the pull he had on me. "Taehyung, please…" "Please, what?" He challenged, his grip tightening. "Tell me to stop. Tell me you don't want this." I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn't come. Because the truth was, I did want him. Even when I knew he was dangerous. Even when I knew loving him would destroy me. His lips brushed against my jawline, slow and deliberate. "That's what I thought." I hated how easily he unraveled me. How his touch set fire to every inch of my skin. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, a silent betrayal of my own resistance. "I can't," I whispered. "This… we can't." Taehyung pulled back slightly, his dark eyes scanning mine. And then, suddenly, he laughed—low and wicked, his amusement laced with something far more possessive. "You really think you have a choice, don't you?" His fingers trailed down my arm, sending shivers in their wake. "I let you pretend, sweetheart. But let's not forget what we both know—" His hand slid into my hair, tilting my head back with just enough force to remind me who was in control. "You are mine." I sucked in a shaky breath, my body betraying me once again. "This isn't love," I forced out, needing to hear myself say it. Taehyung smirked, his thumb tracing slow circles against my hip. "No. It's something far worse." I closed my eyes, willing myself to fight against the inevitable. But deep down, I already knew—I had lost the battle before it even began.

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The Billionaire's Forbidden ObsessionChapter 3 – Beneath His Control (Extended)

The world outside the towering glass windows of the penthouse was bathed in moonlight, the city lights twinkling like a sea of fallen stars. But inside, the atmosphere was suffocating, charged with an intensity that made it impossible to breathe without feeling his presence pressing down on me.

Kim Taehyung leaned against his desk, his dark gaze locked onto me like a predator watching its prey. His sharp suit fit him like a second skin, exuding dominance with every inch of fabric. He had removed his tie, the first sign of his control slipping, but his expression was unreadable—except for the hunger in his eyes.

I stood frozen in place, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have let him take me away from the gala, away from the world that made sense. But he had, and now I was trapped.

"You've been avoiding me." His voice was deep, a slow, velvety threat wrapped in the pretense of calm.

I swallowed hard. "I needed space."

Taehyung let out a dark chuckle, low and amused. "Space?" He pushed off the desk, closing the distance between us in three measured steps. "That's cute, sweetheart. You think you have the option to run from me?"

His fingers brushed my chin, tilting my head up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze. There was something terrifyingly beautiful about him, a man sculpted by power, his obsidian eyes promising both heaven and hell.

"This—" I swallowed, trying to keep my voice steady. "Whatever this is… It's not right."

His grip on my chin tightened, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. "You keep saying that, but your body tells me a different story."

I shivered as his breath ghosted over my cheek, my resolve threatening to crack. I hated the way he affected me. The way my pulse quickened, the way my stomach twisted with anticipation whenever he was near.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Taehyung," I whispered.

He smirked, his lips inches from mine. "And yet, you keep coming back to me."

I turned my head away, breaking his hold, needing space to breathe. But before I could take a step back, his hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His scent—expensive cologne laced with something darker, something purely him—invaded my senses.

"You don't understand, do you?" His voice dropped, a husky whisper against my ear. "You belong to me. No matter how far you run, no matter how many times you tell yourself you can escape… you won't."

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to fight against the pull he had on me. "Taehyung, please…"

"Please, what?" He challenged, his grip tightening. "Tell me to stop. Tell me you don't want this."

I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn't come. Because the truth was, I did want him. Even when I knew he was dangerous. Even when I knew loving him would destroy me.

His lips brushed against my jawline, slow and deliberate. "That's what I thought."

I hated how easily he unraveled me. How his touch set fire to every inch of my skin. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, a silent betrayal of my resistance.

"I can't," I whispered. "This… we can't."

Taehyung pulled back slightly, his dark eyes scanning mine. And then, suddenly, he laughed—low and wicked, his amusement laced with something far more possessive.

"You think you have a choice, don't you?" His fingers trailed down my arm, sending shivers in their wake. "I let you pretend, sweetheart. But let's not forget what we both know—"

His hand slid into my hair, tilting my head back with just enough force to remind me who was in control.

"You are mine."

I sucked in a shaky breath, my body betraying me once again.

"This isn't love," I forced out, needing to hear myself say it.

Taehyung smirked, his thumb tracing slow circles against my hip. "No. It's something far worse."

I closed my eyes, willing myself to fight against the inevitable. But deep down, I already knew—I had lost the battle before it even began.

A Dangerous Line

The silence between us stretched, thick and charged, every second that passed making the air harder to breathe.

"You don't get to dictate this," I said, voice barely above a whisper. "You don't control my feelings."

Taehyung's expression darkened, the playfulness evaporating in an instant. He leaned closer, his presence swallowing mine. "Is that what you think?" His fingers slid beneath my chin, tilting my face up until I was forced to meet his gaze again. "That you have a say in what happens between us?"

His words sent a shiver down my spine, but I refused to let him see my fear. I lifted my chin defiantly, even as my hands trembled. "You can't just claim me, Taehyung. I'm not something you own."

His jaw was clenched. "No?"

And then, without warning, he spun me around, pressing my back against the cold glass of the penthouse window. My breath hitched as he caged me in, one hand resting beside my head while the other trailed down my side, slow and deliberate.

"Then why," he murmured, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear, "do you always come back to me?"

I bit my lip, trying to fight the undeniable truth in his words. I hated him for being right. I hated myself more for letting him be.

"I don't." The lie burned my tongue.

Taehyung chuckled, a sound that held no real amusement. "Lying doesn't suit you, sweetheart."

He leaned in, his mouth a whisper away from mine. "Say it."

I turned my face away, but he caught my chin again, forcing me to look at him. His patience was unraveling, his grip tightening.

"Say it," he repeated, his voice softer now, more dangerous.

I swallowed, my resistance fracturing beneath the weight of his dominance. "I—"

I hated him. I wanted him.

I was his.

"Say it."

And I did.

The moment the words left my lips, Taehyung's expression shifted. Triumph. Possession. An unyielding, ruthless kind of satisfaction.

His lips descended on mine, fierce and claiming, stealing the last breath of my resistance. It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was punishment. A reminder that I was his, whether I admitted it or not.

When he pulled away, I was trembling, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

"You don't get to run," he murmured, brushing his lips against my cheek. "Not from me."

And God help me, I knew he was right.