Our lips still pressed against each other, Jimin gripped at my wrist and spun me around while kicking the door of the hotel room closed.

I drew back and scoffed angrily, yanking myself off of his grip, and he easily let me go.

"What are you doing?" I hissed. "Let me leave."

"I'm not a fan of demanding girls." He stated with a smirk.

"And I'm not a fan of your attitude." I countered.

"It didn't seem like that the other day in my car, Diane." Jimin chuckled, his ringed fingers playing with the button of his tailor-made coat.

He was ridiculing me. I felt like a bullied kid cornered at the playground. The way he'd call me by my full name was exciting but also irritating me. I had never felt so conflicted in my life, but I knew I had to leave in order to sort out through whatever was happening inside of me. I was fully aware that if I stayed another minute there, the chances of me actually leaving were getting slimmer by the second. And most probably, this would all end in sex as I noticed how Jimin eyed me hungrily up and down.

Leisurely, Jimin strolled towards one of the armchairs and took a seat. Allowing the tension from my forehead to release a bit, I took a look around. This hotel room was the most opulent place I had ever walked in.

"What is it that you want of me, Mr. Park?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest defiantly, taking on a different approach. I wasn't going to stand there and quiver under his scrutiny like some high school girl and let him do whatever he pleased with me. I wanted him to be straight up and front with me and the reason he seemed so eager to drag me into random hotel rooms and lock me there.

I couldn't help but notice the way his jaw twitched slightly as I called him 'Mr. Park'. Does this excite him?

"I can tell you what I don't want of you," he countered. "I don't want you playing on my nerves by coming here with some rando and being all lovey-dovey with him in front of my eyes."

I scoffed. "Didn't think you'd notice. I thought diamond Barbie kept you rather busy over there. Speaking of her, where is she now? You left her waiting for you in one of the hundred hotel rooms you've rented?"

Jimin held my gaze calmly.

"She was dismissed."

"Oh, I forgot this was what you did. You dismiss people. She's not your fucking maid to be dismissed, dude."

He burst into laughter, throwing his head back.

"I don't know about that, but she sure liked playing as one while wearing a maid costume during our roleplay games." He shrugged.

I rolled my eyes, already done with this conversation.

"If you'll excuse me I need to leave," I stated. "Or you'll call one of your hulked bodyguards to keep me here?"

"Of course not," he raised his brows. "I'll never force anything on you, little kitten. But I'm rather disappointed that you want to leave so early before the game has begun."

I held my breath involuntarily, his words picking my interest.

"What game?"

"Well our game of course."

"Dude I'm not into roleplay," I scrunched my nose. "Even though you seem to be weirdly taken with it."

"I'm not talking about that," Jimin smirked. "Do you believe in Lady Luck?"

"I believe she holds some kind of grudge against me right now if I'm still standing here."

Jimin laughed again, shaking his head as he gave me a fond look as if we were old buddies.

"Diane, Diane, Diane... you're so witty," The name he pronounced my full name exhilarated me. "You're so funny."

"Glad I'm entertaining you, Mr. Park," I scoffed, not wanting to keep being his clown. "But the show is over."

He walked past me and stood in my way, blocking my exit.

"Not yet. The show is just beginning."

"What do you want from me?" I frowned, taking a step back when his intoxicating scent hit me.

"Diane, it's no secret we both want to fuck each other's brains out," he declared shamelessly. "And we both know that if I touch you now you're not going to be able to resist me. But that would bore me eventually – I'm not a man that likes predictability. I like a little bit of thrill. Let's spice things up and let Lady Luck decide our fate tonight."

"How so?"

Gracefully, Jimin walked past me and took a seat on the edge of the bed. He shoved one hand in the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a pair of dices.

I hope he doesn't want those stuffed somewhere.

"Don't act so confused Diane, we're not using those in a sexual way," he explained. "We're gonna use them to decide our fate. Are you in?"

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, tilting my chin upwards defiantly.

"I'm listening."

"So I'm offering you a deal. If I throw those dice and get two sixes – just that one combination – you'll stay. If I don't, you're free to go."

My eyes squinted, zeroing in on his arrogant smirk.

"Where's the catch?"

"I guess I should have been more clear. Let me explain Diane, are you in a rush or something? If I get two sixes, you'll not only stay but also fulfill a request of mine."

I kept on eyeing him suspiciously. "What kind of request?"

"Oh, Diane," Jimin smiled brightly, his smile so benevolent it was almost angelic. "That's a secret, now where's the fun in telling you? Rest assured, it's nothing creepy. No funny business, I promise you." he reassured me truthfully.

I stared back at him with a serious expression on my face, my mind dwelling on his proposition. Park Jimin was a smug, arrogant narcissist. He was so cocky, so full of himself and the fact that he had it all. His ego could barely fit in the room. While I was aroused by all that confidence, I was also subtly annoyed by it. I took a deep breath in, finally settling on a decision. Now I wasn't a math genius, but after all, the chances of him getting two sixes was a lot more slim than him getting any other combination of numbers.

Right?

"Deal." I declared finally, causing him to raise his brows. He was pleasantly surprised.

"Be my guest." He gave an overexaggerated bow, gesturing for me to sit on the mahogany table next to us. He installed himself on the chair across from me, his cocky smirk never fading.

"You only get one shot." I grumbled, staring at him intently, making sure he didn't have any tricks up his sleeve.

"Alright," he raised his hands next to his face. "You're so sexy when you're bossy. I'm going to enjoy this so much afterwards."

My heart thumped erratically in my chest. What exactly did he have in mind?

"Okay." Jimin readied himself, breathing deeply as if he were about to deliver the toughest performance of his entire career.

He puffed his cheeks, taking the dice in his palms and shuffling them. He interlocked his fingers, bringing his hands to his full lips, and gave them a small peck.

Then in one swift motion, he threw them on the table.

Both of us almost knocked our chairs down as we shot forward to see.

Two sixes.

"What?!" I almost screeched, glaring at the dice as if they were my mortal enemy.

Jimin snickered.

"What did you do? There has to be something, some kind of trick... uh, an illusion." I hissed, my wide eyes snapping up at him. My fingers grabbed the dice, frantically turning them as I looked at them from all angles.

Nope. They were just regular dice.

"Nothing," Jimin battered his eyelashes at me innocently. "I just have exceptionally good karma. The Universe is always on my side." He kissed his fist and pointed at the sky.

A cold chill ran down my spine.

"You know what that means, little kitten," Jimin gave a wicked grin. "Now you have to do what I ask of you."

My whole body stiffened as I realized that now I was at his mercy.

Shit. Just my luck.

"Diane, relax," Jimin tilted his head to the side, studying my hardened features. "It's nothing scary. What do you think I am, some kind of monster?"

He lifted both brows at me as I kissed my teeth. I didn't think he was up to anything particularly bad, I was just mad at myself for agreeing to this. Then again, he said he wouldn't let me leave if I didn't.

Fuck I feel so played.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes. "Let's get it over with. What do you want of me?"

"Uh-uh," Jimin shook his head, raising a finger in front of my face. "You're not gonna half-ass it. You're gonna do your best for me, little kitten."

Without another word, he spun around and walked over to the vintage cabinet against the burgundy painted wall. I merely stared at him, curious of what he was about to do next. He pulled out his phone and connected it to a speaker.

The next second, a nice sensual beat started playing from the device. Jimin turned around, that same stupid smirk painted over his full lips.

Does he want me to-

"I want you to dance for me." he said, smiling back at me.

A surge of excitement overwhelmed me as his fiery gaze traced my body from head to toe.

"We had a deal, little kitten," he coaxed slyly. "You have to keep your end of the bargain, no?"

"You're right." I stated. If Park Jimin wanted to play with me, then that's what he's getting in return.

Two can play that game.

Swaying my hips, I walked to the door and dimmed the lights so that I could get myself in the mood. Now don't get me wrong, I was perfectly comfortable with my body. What I wasn't so comfortable with was the position I had ended up in, but it gave me a chance to turn the tables as to who's in charge between the two of us.

"Can I choose the song?" I asked, grinning mischievously from ear to ear.

As the perfect gentleman he is, Jimin handed me his phone.

"M'lady."

I scoffed a dry laugh, too busy typing the name of the song in the search bar. Once I found it I didn't press play immediately, but instead I looked over at Jimin grinning widely.

My hand splayed over his chest as I pushed him back a little bit too harshly.

Wide-eyed, he was totally caught off guard by that as he landed on the black leather couch. Once he came back to his senses, his wicked grin was back on display.

"Okay, I see how this one's gonna go. Little kitten had a dominant side, I like it."

His teeth captured his lower lip as he stared at me intently, probably expecting me to squirm or at least stiffen under his arresting gaze. I bent over, closing the distance between our faces as my nose brushed against his.

"I'll do this for you, but I just need us to settle on one single rule before that."

"What is that?" he breathed.

I smirked. "No touching."

Jimin gave a nod of approval, not saying anything else.

He positioned himself properly on the couch, spreading his legs wide and putting one arm on the backrest. I twirled around to look at his phone, pressing play. The music started playing at a medium volume from the small speaker.

https://youtu.be/ehDCyNoSxoM

a/n: pls guys if you can, listen to this song as it fits the mood of the chapter

Swaying my hips, I strode to the middle of the room, one hand on my hip like a professional catwalker. Jimin let out a wolf howl from behind me, causing me to roll my eyes at him.

I whirled around, my chin held up high as my sultry gaze bore into him. I threw one leg out, putting it on the chair next to me, while still maintaining eye contact with Jimin.

I started moving around slightly with the music, running my hands down my body. I turned around briskly, bending over seductively and whipping my head back as I glanced over my shoulder, capturing his gaze once again.

Now I need to mention that normally I wouldn't do this for anyone else. If my ex-boyfriend had asked me to, I would have laughed in his face. But somehow Jimin made me do things I wouldn't even consider doing; like dancing for someone seductively. Even though it was a dance, I didn't feel awkward doing it, like at all.

If anything, being there with Jimin, moving like this for him, for his eyes only, exhilarated me like nothing before. Moreover, it brought a weird feeling of intimacy between the two of us, as the both of us shared and savored this sensual experience. Truth be told, it made me feel closer to him than before.

I swung my hips to the beats of the song. I threw my head back and ran my fingers down my neck very slowly, reaching my chest, while releasing a breathy, succulent moan. My eyelids fell closed as my fingers started feeling my breasts, kneading at them gently. I exhaled deeply, my teeth digging into my lower lip as my breathing accelerated.

I swooshed my body to the song, turning my back to Jimin so that he could take a good look at me. I leaned on the backrest of the chair, arching my back and wiggling my ass slightly and letting my fingertips run down my thighs.

I heard his low grunts from behind and I pivoted my head to see him biting on his thumb, dark orbs pinned at me dangerously.

"I want you to come closer." He said in a gravely, strained voice.

I smirked, strutting back to him, one leg in front of the other as my tongue swept over my lips. I bent over and placed a hand over his thigh, feeling him tense up under my touch. He was completely entranced by me, his gaze not once leaving mine. Even in the dimmed light I could see the neck on his veins protruding as he was probably battling himself not to touch me.

I intensified my dance, twisting my body effortlessly from side to side. Jimin couldn't stop licking his lips, eyeing me hungrily. The air was crackling with steamy tension now as my palm glided from between my breasts down to my stomach and then between my legs. I arched my neck back, pushing my hair back with my other hand, and moaning again.

I felt a light touch on my thigh and my eyes flew wide open. I smacked Jimin's hand away.

"Someone's getting greedy," I grinned. "We said no touching."

He groaned lowly with disapproval. The close view he had of my body made him shudder with desire, shutting down his brain.

To make matters worse for him, I separated my legs wide and sat in his lap, my hips now straddling him. His chest started heaving, his breathing irregular as he kept on licking his lips repeatedly. I had the same effect on him that he had on me, now I was sure of that. I was giving him a taste of his own medicine.

I let my finger run down from his neck down his abdomen, feeling the muscles bulge underneath the fabric of his shirt. Even underneath his clothes I could see his muscles tightening, he probably wanted to grab my body possessively so much but he couldn't.

I chuckled breathily, starting to grind my hips against him smoothly. He twitched underneath me but his gaze was relentless, not looking away from me. The music kept playing in the background and Jimin's lips tilted upwards as he probably picked up on the lyrics.

"I made you never wanna fuck with nobody else..."

"Is the choice of song intentional, or...?" he chuckled.

"Shut up." I mumbled as my hand gripped on his thigh, letting him know who's in charge.

Jimin's eyes traveled down to my breasts that were now dangerously close to him. He sighed heavily, tilting his head to the side.

"I want you to strip."

"You want me to what?" my movements hitched as I gaped at him.

"Strip," he growled. "Take your dress off."

I gave him a skeptical look, putting my hands on each of his shoulders.

"Am I not a good boy?" he smirked, raising his hands. "I haven't touched you. Come on, I deserve a treat."

"Just the dress." I bargained, going back to grinding on him.

"Mhm." He smacked his lips, too busy to admire my body.

Smirking seductively, I repositioned myself on his lap so that he was now looking at my back. I looked over my shoulder.

"Would you mind helping me with the zipper?" I raised a brow, rubbing myself on his bulging crotch.

Jimin leaned in, his fingers capturing the small zipper on the back of my dress as he started pulling it down really slowly, uncovering my bare back. I gasped when I felt a small peck on the back of my neck.

"Sorry," I heard him say breathlessly close to my ear. "Couldn't help myself."

Then he pulled the straps of my dress down my shoulders, helping me slide it off my body until I was only in my lingerie and a pair of thigh-high lace stockings.

I rolled my hips back and forth sensually as I heard him gasp softly behind me. I grabbed a fistful of my hair, arching my back and moaning lowly.

"Fuck, Diane," Jimin hissed. I glanced over my shoulder to see him completely surrendered to me, hypnotized by my almost naked body in front of him as he stared at me with adoration. "Please. I want to touch you."

I grinned wickedly. "No."

It's so hot hearing him beg for me.

Despite the heavy haze reigning over my mind right now, I was impressed he never once stepped over the boundaries we had settled on earlier that night. I told him not touch me and he didn't, with the exception of one tiny tease.

"Diane," a low growl erupted from his mouth as I felt his bulge straining against the fabric of his jeans. He was rock hard. "I can't take this anymore."

I chuckled softly and reoriented my body so that I was facing him again. I leaned in, breathing close to his ear as my teeth caught his earlobe, suckling and biting slightly at it.

"Fuck, Diane..."

My hand ran down to grasp his as I guided it upwards to rest against my chest. I drew back, putting my palm on top of his.

"Touch me, Jimin."

And then it was like a thousand champagne bottles popped off at the same time.

Jimin shot forward, putting one arm under my waist as he expertly placed my body underneath his on the sofa, pinning me on the soft cushions as he crawled in between my legs. He leaned in to whisper in my ear.

"Game's over, little kitten. You had your fun. Now let the real player take control."