Taehyung stared at the passing scenery, thankful for Jimin’s NASCAR manoeuvres as they left the solitary forest and drove back to the city. What he didn’t appreciate, however, was Jimin leaving behind their hunting clothes. They’d looked like utter fools running through woodland head to toe in Gucci.
Since getting into the car, he’d barely spoken a word. There were many things on his mind, and not just his new purchase secured and waiting for him at home. Taking part in such gruesome events had troubled Taehyung for quite a time and - to put it simply - he no longer wished to take part in them.
Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook came from an ancient bloodline dating back over two thousand years, their history recorded in handwritten books containing rules that were passed from generation to generation until they reached the hands of their fathers.
As of today, they resided in South Korea, but their predecessors were from Ancient Greece, gaining power by striking a deal with the God of the underworld. Known for his abundance and riches, Hades was hailed the giver of wealth, providing men with affluence and power.
But everything came at a cost.
In return, Hades requested beautiful women to be gifted to him.
The ancient script included Hades' reasoning; he wanted to punish Persephone for an eternity for leaving the underworld to remain on earth.
The manuscript also included stipulations on how offerings should be prepared. The bearer(s) that sent a sacrifice to the underworld must derive pleasure from the female, her blood collected before her last breath was taken, and mixed with violet petals and pomegranate seeds inside a golden chalice. Only then could the incantation be recited and her soul delivered to Hades.
Taehyung knew that once the trinity took over, they would no longer have to get their hands dirty. The remaining elite members - totalling no more than fifty men - could continue to make sacrifices on their behalf, leaving the official bloodline to participate in the farewell of their souls whilst still reaping the benefits.
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The time had come for him to take the reins.
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‘I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.’ Jimin broke the silence, along with his train of thought. ‘I was going to-’
‘I’ve been thinking,’ Taehyung cut him off, ‘if we want to take our fathers’ place, we need to do something to gain their trust. Something huge that hasn’t been done before.’
‘Like what?’ Jimin took his eyes off the road to momentarily glance at his companion.
Taehyung inhaled through his nose. ‘I’m saying, not only do we need to be on the lookout for a wife, but we need to prove to our fathers that we’re ready to lead the cult.’
Jimin nodded in favour. ‘It would be nice to take our positions sooner rather than later.’
Tonight’s ride home felt like a long one, and Taehyung was pleased when they finally came to a halt outside the iron gates.
Gravel crunched under their tyres as Jimin crawled the car up the driveway lined with trees. The grand estate they called home was surrounded by lush gardens, and had a maze of paths leading off to luxury guest houses. Whilst they lived together, the property provided enough land for them to live privately.
Jimin whipped his car into its allocated space between his other babies, but stopped Taehyung when he reached for the handle. ‘I’ve been meaning to ask: who were you on the phone to this morning? I heard something about securing somebody.’
Taehyung rolled his eyes. ‘I bought her.’
‘Bought who?’ Jimin questioned. ‘The girl in the picture you’ve been drooling over for two days?’
‘I wasn’t going to let anyone else touch her,’ Taehyung scoffed; hating that Jimin knew him better than himself. ‘And for the record, I don’t drool.’
Slamming the car door shut, Taehyung straightened his lapels and waited for Jimin to make his exit, but his brows melded together when he spotted a discarded cap behind the vehicle.
A very familiar discarded cap.
Whilst Jimin faffed about locking his pride and joy, Taehyung sauntered towards the baseball hat, smirking when he crouched to retrieve it and dust it down.
‘Doosan…’ he uttered as he read the logo printed on the front, knowing immediately who it belonged to.
*
Taehyung was still clutching the Doosan Bears hat when he reached his bathroom. There was no doubt that it belonged to Aera, he’d seen it on her head a hundred times because, as much as he hated to admit it, Jimin was right; he’d been “drooling” over that darn photo for the past forty-eight hours.
But now, the waiting was over. Aera was incarcerated in the room next door, ready to be used however he pleased.
Not bothering to unbutton his shirt, Taehyung yanked it over his head, grunting at the splotches of blood staining the material as he tossed it aside. ‘Another Gucci ruined.’
Taehyung let the water run hot before stripping off and stepping into the shower cubicle. He leaned into the ceramic wall and dipped his head under the powerful stream, needing to rid himself of the adrenaline, but Aera’s arrival only added to his hyped up state.
Fuck, if he wasn’t aroused by the idea of her in his possession and bound to the bed.
Unable to delay devouring her any longer, Taehyung shut off the water, wrapped a towel around his waist, and left a wet trail from his dripping body as he headed straight towards a discreet door in the corner of his bedroom.
The hidden room was aglow with dim lighting, making the sight of the bound woman all the more fascinating as she whipped her head in his direction.
Aera lay on the four poster bed with her legs crossed, each wrist secured by rope, her sneakers strewn on the floor as if she’d kicked them off to make herself comfortable. Her amber curls splayed across the pillow, and her plump lips, even now, held an odd smirk.
The cute pair of denim shorts and fitted white baseball t-shirt displaying her erect nipples, were an added bonus. She was also a little dirty, but he intended to remedy that shortly.
Taehyung’s cock twitched when his gaze skipped over her chest and up to the harsh rope coiling her wrists and the strip of material covering her eyes. Piqued by the swift rise and fall of her breasts, he hovered over her, slithering his finger beneath the blindfold to draw it down around her neck.
He watched her intensely, transfixed by the colour of her eyes as her vision adjusted to the new light and eventually focused on his looming face. Christ, the photo he’d obsessed over did not do them justice.
Aera’s reaction was something he’d anticipated all day, but what he didn’t expect was for her to blatantly eye fuck his half-naked state with a curious smile.
What the hell? Is she checking me out?
Refusing to show how she stirred him, Taehyung remained silent and waited for the inevitable. Any moment now she was going to realise the trouble she was in and kick up a fuss. It never happened, though. The beguiling creature just locked her intuitive gaze onto his and held it like she was his equal.
The experience was new to him, but Taehyung was anything but peeved.
Pulling his gaze from hers, he fixed his hungry sight on her nipples and began to untie her wrists. He was horny and in need of a mindblowing fuck after tonight’s hunt, but he had standards and the woman was in need of a scrub. He half expected the vixen to knee him in the bollocks the second her hands came free, but to his astonishment, Aera made no attempt to escape.
She was almost seductive in the way she challenged him.
Enjoying the silent communication, Taehyung swiped up the towel and opened the door to the en-suite with a look that demanded her obedience. Eager to see how she would react, he waited, pleased when she eventually rose from the bed, snatched the towel from him, and disappeared with a feisty slam of the door.
Taehyung took a seat on the armchair, growing impatient the longer he waited. His stare was fixated on the bathroom as he contemplated dragging her out and to the bed, but when it opened, his eyes widened a fraction when she appeared before him stark naked.
Fuck. He was not expecting that.
Swallowing a lump he hadn’t felt in his throat since he’d fallen and grazed his knee at the age of five, Taehyung kept his cool and admired Aera’s shapely figure as strutted in his direction and came to a halt before him. Her body was delicious, but what made her more attractive were the scars decorating her body. Up close his eyes were drawn to the writing under her perky breasts. The familiar words that read; Aren’t you afraid of darkness, my dear? No, You haven’t seen mine yet.
By God, he wanted to touch her, the remains of his control were hanging on by a fine thread, but he resisted the urge and got himself in check.
Tie her up, he told himself, tie her up and take pleasure in seeing blood drip from her bottom lip whilst you fuck her into submission.
Taehyung kept his eyes glued to her breasts as he produced a silk white chemise and dangled it from his finger by the thin straps. She seemed to understand his silent command and took the garment from him without argument, her pink lips curving into a wicked smile as she slipped it on and awaited his next order.
Why isn’t she fighting me? Taehyung’s mind buzzed with unanswered questions. Why hasn’t she spoken a single word yet? And why am I returning the favour?
Enough.
Taehyung took a stand, his bare chest brushing her pebbled nipples as he towered over the vivacious woman, but she barely flinched. Wanting to take control, needing to, he reached out to snatch her tiny wrist, but his fingers swiped nothing but thin air when Aera ambled away, climbed onto the mattress, and submissively raised her hands against each bedpost.
If his cock was twitching before, it was now painfully swollen, catching on her toned stomach as he retrieved two sets of handcuffs from the drawer, each offering two metres in length, as he leaned over to secure her. He hoped he’d done enough to invoke some kind of reaction as he took a step back, but Aera lay motionless like she had accepted her fate without so much as a whimper.
Let’s see how long that confidence lasted once he started violating each and every inch of her body.
Loosening his towel, Taehyung let it drop to his feet, tilting his face when his hard cock grazed the base of his stomach. She mirrored his gesture, slanting her neck to inspect his arousal with a purse of the lips before sighing and turning her head to glance at the tray of food on the bedside table.
‘Aren’t we going to have dinner first?’
Taehyung blinked in amazement; it was the first time he’d heard her speak, but it wasn’t her choice of word that caught him off guard. It was the soft lilt of her voice compared to her ice cold exterior.
Raking his fingers through his damp hair with a sneer, he rasped, ‘You’re asking me to sit and eat with you?’
‘Only if you’re sure you can handle fucking me on a full stomach?’ Aera boldy countered.
Taehyung scowled at her through narrowed eyes and scoffed at her remark, but before he could tell her to shut the fuck up and start pounding her head into the wood, she carried on speaking. ‘That is why I’m here, right? You want to fuck me?’
‘Do you want me to fuck you?’ he snapped absentmindedly. The words sounded surreal; was he seriously asking the woman chained to his bed if she wanted to have sex with him?
‘I’d have been up for a one-night stand. Even with the handcuffs, but...’ Aera’s face scrunched up in contemplation, ‘I suspect you’re lacking in a few departments if you have to kidnap me and tie me to your bed.’ Aera finished her proclamation with a firm rattle of the handcuffs. ‘As kinky as this is, and all.’
Taehyng ran his tongue over his teeth, and debated with himself. Part of him seethed, whilst the other half was impressed by her arrogance.
Tipping his head back, he glanced down his nose at her. ‘What if my kink is kidnapping?’ he paused for dramatic effect. ‘Or worse.’
‘Freak!’ Aera giggled.
‘Hark!’ Tae barked. He needed to put this little brat back in her place. ‘You should know that I’m not a man that takes ladies out to dinner. I just fuck them.’
‘You mean have your minons kidnap them and then fuck them,’ Aera corrected.
Taehyung put one knee on the bed, one step closer to relieving his aching cock as he snarled, ‘And guess what comes next?’
Aera cast him a pretty smile. ‘Are you any good?’
It was the last reaction he expected after showing her a taste of his true colours, and Taehyung found himself faltering and musing over her odd behaviour as he knelt at her ankles.
What the hell!She’s in an inferior position at my disposal and she’s mocking me?
‘Yes.’ Placing a hand on each of her knees, Taehyung ran his palms north towards her inner thighs, spread her legs, and positioned his dick at her unexpectedly wet folds.
If he didn’t fuck her now, he was going to go insane, and so he dropped his forehead onto her shoulder and poked at her entrance, hoping it would make her scream with unwanted pleasure, but she lifted her mouth to his ear and whispered, ‘I suppose I’ll be the judge of that.’
Aera’s comment made him pull his head back. His face was so close to hers that he felt her heavy pants fanning over his lips. He was about to stuff his cock inside her without permission, but the wench was smiling at him as if this was all some consented roleplay.
‘Are you challenging me?’ Taehyung croaked, fighting the urge to claim her lips in a dominant kiss.
Aera did not reply, but her eyes told him that she wanted him. He wanted to know what she was thinking, and why he was so fucking intrigued by her. It had been a long time since he had felt so turned on by a woman, and as the end of his dick rubbed between her legs, he savoured the moment and twisted his fingers into her hair.
‘Taeeeee?’ A muffled voice outside the bedroom made him groan and drop his head.
‘Fuck!’ Taehyung boomed as his dick grew flaccid.
Park Jimin.
Aera’s chest bobbed up and down beneath him, her tits touching his chest each time she inhaled. Taehyung released his grip on her hair and lifted his body off hers, but Aera’s leg hooked around him and pulled him back by his waist. ‘Did you bring a friend too? Maybe he’ll eat with me first?’
Taehyung was at his limit, and growing increasingly infuriated by the second. He was on top of a woman who was laughing at him with a semi-hard dick.
‘Taehyuuuung! Where the hell did you go?’ Jimin’s call was louder than before.
With a clenched jaw, Taeyung curled his fingers around Aera’s throat with just enough pressure to warn her not to fuck with him before releasing his hold and climbing to his feet.
Keeping his menacing gaze on her, he fixed his towel in place, but Aera was anything but deterred by his intimidating glare. ‘Taehyung, is it?’ she chirped. ‘Or perhaps you prefer Tae? Do let me know.’
‘Shut. Up,’ he gritted, fighting off the ache in his cheeks.
Taehyung had already come to the conclusion that - like him, Aera was fucking crazy - and clearly had a screw loose if she was playing games with a man who had her tied to his bed.
Lucky for her, I liked to play too, he thought as he strode to the door and whisked it open.
‘Will you be coming back with your friend?’ Aera still hadn’t quit her taunting, even after the polite squeeze of her airway. He was positive she would understand that he was done playing games with her by now.
Taehyung dropped his towel and pivoted to face her, slamming the door in his wake to make a point as he moved back to the foot of the bed. Taking her by the ankles, he gave a sharp tug and yanked her closer so that the handcuffs rattled against the wooden post.
‘You have quite the mouth, woman,’ Taehyung rasped as he parted her legs.
When the smirk - which he admittedly found extremely sexy - appeared on her face, he was more than satisfied with her response. ‘And you have quite the-’
‘Tae!’ That one was right outside the door. Without knocking, Jimin waltzed in unannounced, but was met with the sight of Taehyung standing at the end of the bed with his hands around Aera’s ankles. ‘Oh.’
Great. Here came the biggest cockblocker this side of the Indian Ocean.
Taehyung had yet to remove his eyes from Aera, and he noticed something interesting in her reaction. Her cheeks blushed red and her eyes widened for a millisecond, and he was sure he felt her try to pull her legs free from his grasp.
But then it was gone, and he felt smug when she relaxed in his grip again.
‘I’ll be right out, Jimin.’ Taehyung glanced over his shoulder, catching his friend skimming Aera’s body in appreciation before he nodded his head and left them alone.
‘Your friend Jimin is kinda cute,’ Aera said as she glanced at the door as soon as it closed. ‘I’m a little disappointed he didn’t kidnap me instead.’
Fuck me, she was a pain in the arse, but Taehyung knew she was calling his bluff. And he liked it.
Sniffing passively, he flicked her legs away and headed to the door, deciding it was in his best interest to prolong their wait. ‘I suggest you eat some food and get some rest.’
Before he could leave, Aera’s rich tinkle of laughter reached his ears. ‘Aren’t you going to tell me why I’m here?’
Taehyung stopped and smiled, propping up the door jamb with folded arms whilst giving her the once over. ‘I’d have thought you’d have figured it out when I had my cock between your legs.’
‘If that’s the case, why are you leaving?’
Aera’s innocent question struck a chord; it was a mighty fine question.
Taehyung summarised their introduction and felt rather content. To some, the encounter may have seemed strange, but to him, there was nothing but an overwhelming sense of calmness.
‘Goodnight, Aera.’
Taehyung closed the door, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk when he heard her gasp of surprise at the use of her name.
Gotcha.
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Aera lacked basic human emotions, but her ability to read a situation and distinguish a person's motive always came in handy. Aera stared at the door as the God-like creature left her alone, deciding that until she found out more about him, killing him was not on the agenda.
Her sudden change in attitude wasn’t because the man was ridiculously good-looking. Her motive was the peaceful feeling that swept through her when the blindfold was removed and she locked eyes with Taehyung. The sense of immediate belonging had ignited something deep inside of Aera that died some time ago when her first and only love, Hyung-Sik, was taken from her.
The image of Hyung-Sik still burned in her memory as his tall, slim figure emerged from the darkness. Without hesitation, he’d buried a knife into the back of the man who’d almost taken her life after a failed ambush. She’d fought to gain her breath as he’d helped her up and quickly pulled her through the dark allies to flee the scene. The intense connection she’d felt when his hand gripped hers made her feel uncharacteristically vulnerable.
Aera had tried to go her own way once they were out of the vicinity, but she’d found herself fighting off an odd feeling that was new to her. The heart that she thought was ice cold fluttered in his presence.
Hyung-Sik persisted for weeks, showing up where she hung out and asking her to join him on his crazy excursions. Her instinct told Aera that he was different too. He was drawn to her instead of scared of her, and so stepping outside of her comfort zone, she took him up on his offer of an adrenaline-filled day trip.
Aera still smiled when she thought of that first trip as they snuck onto a yacht in the harbour at Incheon. They had so much fun when they commandeered the vessel at knife point and tied the couple up below deck.
The open ocean combined with the company of someone who understood her was liberating for Aera as they spent the day fooling around in the water. Just like the first night they met, when the woman below deck verbally lashed out at her, Hyung-Sik was quick to pull his knife to the woman's throat, offering to kill her before she could deliver a blow to the loud mouth that disrespected her.
Hyung-Sik’s actions were an extreme turn on, diverting her attention from the whining bitch to him. Aera could still hear disgust in the couple’s cries as she and Hyung-Sik ripped each others clothes off and had passionate sex in front if them. Maybe it was their endorphins running high, but they spared the weak pair, looted their valuables, and left.
The intense energy between them never faded, and they spent the next year pushing each other to the limits, and causing havoc in the city.
When Hyung-Sik died during one of his daredevil stunts, missing a jump on his motorbike, she buried that feeling of closeness and carried on with her life. Though she would never admit it, she did miss having someone by her side.
Aera had a feeling her new situation would be fun. She wanted to test Taehyung and make him give into that same connection that she knew he felt. He was certainly different, from his sadistic disposition to the large V which was etched from each shoulder to his lower back.
‘Taehyung,’ she purred, making herself comfortable in her new bed.
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