Her forced submission only fed the dark satisfaction curling in Jungkook’s chest. The subtle tension in her jaw—the quiet, bitter rebellion simmering beneath her compliance—was a intoxicating target. He didn't just want her body pliant; he wanted to systematically dismantle every defense she had left until even her hatred surrendered to him.

"Liar," he rasped against her lips, his voice a low, vibrating hum that set her nerve endings on fire. "Your mind might be fighting me, Sapphire, but your body knows exactly who rules it."