FATAL TROUBLE (ENHYPEN REVERSE HAREM)

Part 47 A same story

"Heeseung, what are you-"

"Just come with me," he murmured, his voice low and commanding but it barely reached your ear.

Without waiting for a reply, he guided you down the hall, his steps quick and purposeful. You glanced around nervously, unsure of where he was taking you, but you didn't resist. That alone sent a thrill through him, emboldening him further. He finally stopped in a dim, secluded corner where no one could see or interrupt.

Turning to face you, his grip on your wrist loosened, only to reach for your face instead. His fingers brushed against your cheek before cupping your jaw firmly, tilting your head so that your eyes met his. His intense gaze made your breath hitch, but before you could say anything, his lips dipped to your neck.

"Heeseung..." you murmured, your voice barely audible as you felt his warm breath against your skin.

He pressed soft, deliberate kisses along your neck, the faint scent of his cologne enveloping you. When he reached the hollow of your throat, he paused to whisper in a low, something he himself didn't expect - 'I love you'.

He got no reply, nothing in particular.

Your hands twitched at on his chest, but you didn't push him away. That was all the encouragement he needed. His lips moved against your skin with more fervor, his kisses growing deeper, his grip on your face tightening slightly.

Heeseung's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The possessiveness that simmered beneath his surface now bubbled to the top. Watching you earlier, so mesmerized by someone else-by other men-had driven him to the edge. And now, here you were, pliant under his touch, letting him claim a part of you that no one else could reach.

She's mine. Only mine. My princess. My Ella.

Dark, menacing thoughts flickered through his mind. The idea of others admiring you-thinking they could have even a fraction of your attention-made his jaw clench. He wanted to mark you, to make sure no one could ever forget who you belonged to.

His teeth grazed your neck lightly, and a soft gasp escaped your lips. He felt his control slipping further, the thought of leaving a mark on you becoming almost irresistible.

But then, your voice cut through his haze. "Heeseung, stop..."

He paused, his lips hovering over your skin. "Why?" he asked quietly, though his tone carried a hint of defiance.

"Because it'll show," you murmured, your hands finally pressing against his chest in an attempt to create some space between you.

He pulled back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to argue, but then he sighed, his fingers loosening their hold on your face. "Fine," he said, his voice softer but still laced with frustration.

He took a step back, his gaze lingering on you as if debating whether to say more. Finally, he straightened, his expression hardening as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Without another word, he turned and walked back towards the main event, leaving you alone in the hallway.

As his footsteps faded, you leaned back against the wall, your breathing uneven. Your fingers touched your neck where his lips had been, and a shiver ran down your spine.

Your thoughts were a chaotic jumble. Part of you felt guilty, knowing how far things had almost gone, but another part of you couldn't ignore the way your body had responded to him. The intensity of it all-the heat in his touch, the possessiveness in his words-left you shaken.

Why didn't I stop him sooner? you thought, guilt and confusion swirling inside you.

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