No Escape from Him

The clock struck midnight, but the city never slept. Seoul's skyline shimmered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kim Taehyung's penthouse, a kingdom built on blood and power. Inside, the air was thick with tension—electric, dangerous, intoxicating.

Sienna sat on the plush leather couch, her pulse an erratic rhythm beneath her delicate skin. Her hands were bound in silk restraints, a contrast to the brutal man who had placed them there. Kim Taehyung stood before her, his dark eyes heavy with possession, the intensity in his gaze enough to set her aflame.

She had tried to run. Again.

And again, he had caught her.

Taehyung's lips curled into something that wasn't quite a smile, more of a warning. A silent promise of the consequences she would face. He was dressed in black—tailored slacks, the top buttons of his dress shirt undone, revealing a hint of the ink that stretched across his toned chest. He looked every bit the devil she had feared. And yet, she couldn't deny the way her body responded to him, the way her soul felt shackled to his.

"You never learn, do you?" His voice was silk and steel, wrapping around her like a noose.

Sienna's breaths came in uneven bursts. "You can't keep me like this."

Taehyung crouched before her, his fingers tracing the edge of her jaw, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. "I can. And I will."

Her resolve wavered. The lines between hatred and desire blurred as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over her lips. Taehyung was not a man who begged. He took. He conquered. And when it came to her, he was insatiable.

"I warned you, kitten." His fingers trailed down her throat, pressing just enough to make her feel the weight of his control. "Running from me is pointless. I own you."

Sienna shuddered at his words. "You don't own me."

His smirk deepened. "Oh, but I do."

In a swift motion, he undid the silk restraints, allowing her hands to fall free. But she knew better than to mistake this for mercy. The way his gaze darkened told her everything—she was still trapped in his web, whether she was bound or not.

She rubbed at her wrists, even as her body betrayed her, aching for his touch. "Why are you doing this?"

Taehyung ran a hand through his dark hair, frustration flickering across his face. "Because you make me insane, Sienna." His voice was lower now, rougher. "Because the thought of you with anyone else makes me want to destroy everything."

Her breath hitched.

This wasn't love.

This was possession.

A dangerous, all-consuming obsession.

"You don't get to control me." She forced the words out, even as her body leaned closer, craving the heat of him.

Taehyung chuckled, but there was no amusement in his eyes. Only hunger. "I already do."

Before she could protest, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. The air crackled between them as she found herself straddling him, his hands gripping her waist in a silent claim. Her heart pounded.

"You should hate me," he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. "You should be terrified of what I'm capable of."

Sienna's fingers curled into his shirt. "I do."

"Liar."

And then his lips crashed against hers, a punishing, desperate kiss that left no room for doubt. Taehyung kissed like a man starved, like he was claiming every breath, every moan, every shattered piece of her.

She should have pushed him away.

She should have fought.

But when his hands slid up her thighs, when his teeth grazed her bottom lip, a broken sound escaped her throat.

He had ruined her.

And the worst part?

She wanted more.

Sienna pulled back, her breathing ragged, her hands trembling as they clutched at his shoulders. "This isn't right," she whispered, but her body betrayed her, pressing into him rather than pulling away.

Taehyung's grip tightened on her hips. His eyes were ablaze with something dark, something dangerous. "Tell me to stop."

Sienna parted her lips but found that she couldn't say the words. She hated him. She wanted to hate him. But the moment his fingers traced slow, possessive circles on her back, her resolve crumbled.

"You're silent," he murmured, pressing his forehead against hers. "Because you want this as much as I do."

Sienna clenched her fists. "I don't."

Taehyung chuckled, dragging his thumb along her lower lip. "Then why are you still in my arms?"

A sharp knock at the door shattered the moment.

Sienna jolted, snapping back to reality. Taehyung, however, didn't move. His jaw clenched, his entire body tensing with irritation.

"Who the fuck is that?" he muttered under his breath, his grip on her waist reluctant as he finally let her slide off his lap.

The knock came again, this time more insistent.

Taehyung rose to his feet, his presence commanding, his aura radiating raw dominance. He strode towards the door, not bothering to button up his shirt as he pulled it open.

Jungkook stood there, his dark eyes flickering between Taehyung and Sienna, his face unreadable.

"She tried to run again, didn't she?" Jungkook asked, his tone laced with amusement, but there was something deadly beneath it.

Taehyung's jaw ticked. "And she failed."

Sienna's heart pounded. Jungkook wasn't just Taehyung's right-hand man—he was his enforcer, the one who carried out the punishments Taehyung was too busy to handle himself.

"She can't keep doing this, hyung," Jungkook said, stepping inside. "At some point, you're going to have to teach her what happens when she disobeys."

Sienna swallowed hard, her fingers gripping the couch cushions.

Taehyung turned back to her, his expression unreadable. "I don't need anyone else to handle her, Jungkook."

Jungkook smirked. "No, but it's only a matter of time before someone else tries to take her from you."

The room tensed.

Sienna saw it then—the flicker of rage in Taehyung's eyes. The raw, primal need to eliminate anyone who dared to come near her.

She had made a mistake.

Taehyung's obsession wasn't just dangerous.

It was deadly.

Later that night, Sienna lay on the massive bed, her wrists now free, but her mind shackled by the chains Taehyung had wrapped around her soul.

She knew he was watching.

She felt his presence in the shadows, the way his gaze burned into her skin.

"You can't keep me locked away forever," she whispered into the darkness.

Taehyung's voice was a low rasp. "I don't need to."

A shiver ran down her spine.

He stepped forward, his silhouette outlined by the moonlight. "Because, soon, you won't want to leave."

Sienna turned to face him, defiance flickering in her gaze. "And if I do?"

Taehyung smirked, a slow, sinful thing that sent her pulse into chaos. "Then I'll remind you why you belong to me."

Her breath caught.

Because deep down, she knew—no matter how much she resisted, no matter how much she fought…

She was already his.

Completely. Irrevocably. Sinfully his.