(✔) Your Husband Runaway From Prison 🔞[ Taehyung and Y/n ]

Your Husband Runaway From Prison🔞 (1)

Kim Taehyung is your husband. You two got married a year ago, but he was always rude and violent. Despite his wealth, you lived in constant fear of him. His behavior toward you was cruel and merciless.

One day, you finally reached your breaking point. You reported him to the police, and after a court trial, he was sentenced to five years in prison.

Two years later...

Now living alone in your apartment, you tried to move on. Your parents had tragically passed away in an accident, leaving you with no family.

That evening, dressed in shorts and a simple top, you were preparing dinner when, suddenly, the power went out.

You froze as the sudden power outage sent a chill down your spine. The only source of light was the faint glow of the gas stove, casting eerie shadows that flickered across the room. The silence felt suffocating, pressing down on you as you debated whether to continue cooking in the dark or wait for the electricity to return.

Then—knock, knock.

The sharp sound cut through the stillness, making you jump. Your pulse quickened.

“Who is it?” you called out, your voice barely above a whisper.

Silence.

A suffocating stillness filled the air. Your breath hitched as you stood frozen, debating whether to ignore it. But something about the knock—it wasn’t impatient, nor hesitant. It was deliberate.

Taking a shaky breath, you inched toward the door, each step amplifying the tension in the air. The floor creaked beneath you, the sound unnervingly loud in the quiet apartment. Your fingers hesitated on the handle, cold against your skin.

With a racing heart, you cracked the door open—just enough to peek outside.

A shadowed figure loomed before you, their face hidden in the darkness.

“It’s me.”

A deep, familiar voice cut through the air like a blade.

Your breath caught. That voice. It sent a jolt of terror straight through your bones.

You barely had time to react before your instincts kicked in. Your hand shot forward to slam the door shut—

But he was faster.

A forceful shove kept the door from closing, making you stumble back.

“Don’t even think about shutting me out, sweetheart.”

The low, commanding voice sent a shiver down your spine. Your blood ran cold as the dim light from your apartment finally illuminated his face.

Kim Taehyung.

Your husband.

The man you sent to prison two years ago.

His sharp gaze swept over you, lingering on your exposed skin—your shorts, your top. A slow smirk curved on his lips.

“Alone in the dark, huh? You haven’t changed a bit.”

Panic surged through you as you stepped back—only for your heel to catch against the leg of a chair.

With a startled gasp, you lost balance, tumbling to the floor. The impact jolted through you, but the fear clawing at your chest was far worse.

Taehyung stepped inside, shutting the door with a soft but deliberate click.

You scrambled back, heart hammering, but he was already looming over you.

“Still as clumsy as ever,” he mused, crouching down. His fingers ghosted over your cheek, the touch deceptively gentle.

“I’ve missed this pretty face.”

His hand trailed down, fingers brushing along the curve of your collarbone, sending ice-cold fear spiraling through your veins.

“It’s a shame, though,” he murmured, tilting his head. “You had to go and report me to the police, sweetheart.”

Your gaze dropped to the floor, unable to meet his eyes.

He chuckled—low, dark, unforgiving.

“Can’t even look at me?” His grip suddenly tightened on your chin, forcing you to face him.

“Afraid?”

His piercing eyes bore into yours, a twisted mix of resentment and something even more dangerous lurking within.

“I spent years in that damn prison because of you. And do you know how many nights I thought about this reunion?”

His smirk widened, fingers tracing the outline of your jaw.

“Oh, sweetheart... you have no idea.”

He leans in, his breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Every single day,” he murmurs, voice laced with menace, “I dreamed about this moment. About making you pay for what you did to me.”

His fingers trail down your neck, deceptively soft—until his grip suddenly tightens on your shoulder, possessive and unrelenting.

“You really thought you could escape me?” he scoffs, tilting his head as if amused by the very idea. “That you could live your life in peace without looking over your shoulder? Without fearing me?”

A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest.

Before you can react, he yanks you up, forcing you to stand. His grip is bruising, his strength undeniable.

“You’re mine, sweetheart.” His voice is dangerously low, every word dripping with finality. “You’ll always be mine.”

His eyes darken, a storm raging within them.

“And I’m not the same man you sent to prison.”

A smirk tugs at his lips, but there’s nothing playful about it.

“Prison changed me.”

He leans in closer, his voice a whisper of promised danger.

“And now, it’s your turn to see just how much.”

“P-please... S-sorry—”you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung lets out a cold, humorless laugh, his grip on your waist tightening, his fingers digging into your skin.

“Save your apologies, sweetheart,” he sneers. “They mean nothing to me. Do you think a simple ‘sorry’ will erase what you did? That it will undo the years I spent rotting in that prison?”

His voice drops lower, turning sharp and unforgiving. His eyes, once unreadable, now burn with barely restrained fury.

“You betrayed me. You ruined my life. And now—”his lips curl into a smirk, dark and unforgiving—“you’ll face the consequences.”

Before you can react, he shoves you against the wall, his body pressing into yours, trapping you in place. The impact knocks the breath from your lungs. Your heart pounds erratically, panic setting in as his presence surrounds you—inescapable.

“You’ll learn to obey me, ”he murmurs, his voice dangerously close, his breath fanning against your lips. “You’ll do as I say, when I say it. And if you so much as think about resisting...”

His fingers trail up your arm, slow and deliberate, sending a wave of cold fear down your spine.

“I’ll make you regret it.”

His lips graze the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your trembling skin. Then, without warning, he presses a lingering kiss just below your jaw—soft, deceptive—before his teeth graze your pulse, sending a sharp jolt of both fear and something far more dangerous coursing through you.

His grip tightens at your hip, his touch bruising. A silent reminder that no matter how much time had passed—he was still the same relentless man you once feared.

“I’ll make sure you never forget who you belong to.

”His whisper is dark, dripping with promise.

“And soon... you’ll learn to crave it, baby.”

His words coil around you like a suffocating spell, making it impossible to move, impossible to breathe.

Then, before you can process the weight of his threat, his lips crash against yours in a bruising, dominating kiss. His tongue parts your lips, claiming you with a hunger that feels both punishing and possessive.

He holds your wrists above your head, pinning you against the wall. His body presses fully against you, his arousal evident as

he grinds his hips into you.

“You belong to me, sweetheart,” he pants between kisses.

“And I’m going to remind you of that every damn night.”

His hands slip under your top, his fingers tracing lightly over your bare skin. He moves his mouth to your neck again, his teeth nipping and biting at your sensitive flesh.

“I’m going to make you scream for me, over and over,” he growls against your skin.

His hands move lower, slipping under the waistband of your shorts.

“You’ll scream my name, you’ll beg for me, and you’ll be mine completely,” he murmurs, his mouth still busy marking your neck. “And you’ll love it, baby. You’ll crave it, and you’ll hate yourself for it.”

He lifts you off the ground, his hands gripping your thighs as he pins you against the wall. His hips grind against yours, sending waves of heat through your body.

“You’re mine,”he repeats it like a mantra, his voice filled with possessive desire. “And I’m never letting you go again.”

He carries you to the nearby kitchen counter, placing you on the edge. His hands slide down your body, and he pushes your legs apart, positioning himself between them.

“You thought you could escape me, didn’t you, sweetheart? You thought you could live a life without me, but you were wrong,” he whispers, his eyes burning with intensity.

“Pl-please... I’m sorry... please, I’m sorry—”your voice trembles, words spilling out in desperation.

He grips your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Stop saying sorry,” he snaps, his tone cold and harsh. “It’s too late for apologies.You’ve made your bed, and now you have to lie in it.”

He steps closer, his body pressed against yours, his hands roaming over your bare skin.

“You’ll pay for what you’ve done, sweetheart. And I’m gonna enjoy every second of it.”

He captures your lips in another bruising kiss. His hand slips under your shorts, his fingers trailing softly over your inner thigh.

“You’ll learn to submit to me,” he whispers against your mouth. “You’ll learn to surrender yourself completely, and you’ll love it.

He pushes your top up, revealing more of your skin to his eager gaze.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he murmurs, his eyes roaming over your body. “But you’re also mine. And I’m gonna remind you of that every damn day.”

He moves his hands down, his thumbs slipping under the waistband of your shorts.

“You’re gonna learn to enjoy the pain, sweetheart," he growls, his voice low and seductive. “And you’re gonna crave the pleasure only I can give you.

He starts to slowly pull down your shorts.

“I’m gonna take my time with you, sweetheart. I’m gonna explore every inch of your body.”

His hands continue to slide the fabric over your hips until they fall, leaving you completely exposed.

His eyes roam over your body, his gaze hungry and intense.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he pants, his hands running over your bare thighs. “I’ve been dreaming about this for years.”

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