(Boy×Boy) You… you monster,” Taehyung whispered, his voice shaking. “I hate you.” Jungkook’s dark eyes flashed. He moved instantly, a shadow of pure power. His hand shot out, grabbing Taehyung’s arm with brutal force. He spun him around and slammed him against the cold, stone wall. The impact was hard, knocking the air from Taehyung’s lungs. Taehyung struggled wildly. He pushed against Jungkook’s chest, but it was like pushing a mountain. Jungkook didn’t flinch. With one powerful hand, he easily trapped both of Taehyung’s thin wrists, crushing them together above his head. Taehyung cried out in pain and fear. Jungkook’s other hand gripped Taehyung’s waist, his fingers digging in possessively. He pulled their bodies tightly together, leaving no space between them. Taehyung could feel the king’s strong body against his, and he twisted his face away, a desperate scream building in his throat. The struggle only seemed to please Jungkook. A dark, hungry look filled his eyes. He fisted his hand in Taehyung’s hair, forcing his head back. He leaned in close, his lips almost touching Taehyung’s. “You are mine,” Jungkook growled, his voice low and dangerous. Then he crushed his mouth against Taehyung’s in a fierce, punishing kiss. It was not gentle. It was hard and demanding, a claim of ownership. Taehyung tried to turn away, tried to scream, but Jungkook held him too tightly. When Jungkook finally pulled back, Taehyung was trembling and breathless. Without a word, Jungkook threw him onto the large, black bed. Taehyung scrambled backward, trying to escape, his eyes wide with terror. Jungkook followed slowly, his presence filling the room. He climbed onto the bed, trapping him. “Do you love me?” Jungkook’s voice was cold and hard. Taehyung, shaking, pressed his lips together. He refused to answer. Jungkook’s face darkened. “I will not ask again. Do. You. Love. Me?” Silence. A cruel, cold smile spread across Jungkook’s lips. “You have been a very bad husband. It is time you learned your place.” His hand snapped out, grabbing Taehyung’s ankle with iron strength. He yanked him violently, dragging him back across the bed with a single pull. Taehyung screamed, a raw sound of pure fear. “Help me! Please, someone help!” Jungkook smiled down at him, a predator with its prey. He knew it was useless. They were in his castle, in his world. No one would come. No one would dare to challenge the Devil King for his prize. Taehyung was completely his.