"Tell me what you want." Suga repeated, moving down to your neck to pepper kisses.

"I... I want you to touch me." You whispered. You felt him grin against your neck, running his hands along the curve of your waist. "I want your mouth on me," You continued, feeling more and more emboldened as you felt a certain something begin to harden against your pelvis. "I want you to make love to me..."

Suga sat up when you had uttered those last words. He looked down at you with the most possessive gaze. His eyes were two shades darker than normal and his mouth was pressed into a smooth line. The corners of his mouth lifted as he looked down at your half-exposed body.

"Your wish is my command..."

With those words, his mouth was back on yours and you felt like screaming from the forceful, passionate kiss he planted on you. His teeth closed around your bottom lip and you felt slightly light-headed as one of his hands ran up your bare waist. You shivered and grabbed at the fabric of his shirt. You pulled it hard and Suga understood the invitation, quickly lifting himself up to yank it off over his head. You sighed in satisfaction as your eyes trailed down his toned, ink-covered body. You never really considered tattoos be all that attractive, but on him, it was.

You rain your hands up his pecs before pulling him back down to kiss you. You had never been this turned on in your life, and for some reason, you wanted more than just making love. Eyeing his strong arms and capable hands, you wanted to know everything those hands could do to you. you weren't sure why, but you almost wanted them to hurt you.

Maybe it was your previous fucked up relationship that gave you a different perspective on pain. To you, pain had become so common, that it was no longer a negative. And even though you knew it was unhealthy and you knew that it was masochistic, you still wanted to feel it, you wanted to feel all of it from him.

"Suga..." You whispered, running your fingers over his back. He growled lowly as his mouth sucked hard on your neck. His hand ran up your side until he reached your bra. The same bra that you have been wearing the night before when he had helped wash you in the bath. His hand slipped under you and you arched your back to give him access to unclasp it. Before you could process the movement, the bra was off your body and flung away somewhere unimportant.

You let out a gasp when Suga's mouth was suddenly on your chest. one his hands massaged your breast while his mouth kissed and sucked over the other one. You squirmed when his fingers pinched, and his teeth closed around your nipples. Your hand fisted in his hair and you pulled, moaning loudly at the painfully pleasing sensation.

His face lifted up and you almost whimpered in protest, but he had another task in mind. His hands grabbed the waistline of your shorts and he yanked them down, taking your underwear with him. He tugged them off your legs and tossed them away. He sat up and started to unbuckle his belt. You looked up at him, propping yourself up on your elbows. You watched in anticipation as he pushed his pants down, revealing his huge bulge. You swallowed and licked your lips. In your life, you had seen a grand total of one. And that one didn't compare at all to Suga's when he pulled his boxers down, and out sprang Suga Junior (although there was really nothing 'junior' about it).

Suga climbed back on top of you and spread your legs, wrapping them firmly around his waist. You gasped in anticipation as he leaned forward to place his hands on either side of you, to keep him upright. He reached down and adjusted his shaft to your entrance. You were soaking wet and you shivered in eagerness. As his tip brushed over your core you groaned, your eyelids fluttering.

He slowly pushed inside, and your jaw dropped at his size. Your breathing picked up as you felt yourself stretch around his length. You leaned back and tried to relax and not tense up, knowing that it would only make the soreness worse if you did. You weren't used to something this size and it had been quite a while since anything had been up there at all.

"Are you okay?" This from the dangerous man, hovering above you. His voice was hoarse, and you got shills down your spine, remembering how close he was to you. You turned your head to look up at him and nodded slowly. He started to pump, and you moaned as you started to adjust to his size. Almost like a switch had flipped, you were feeling pleasure. Sudden, intense pleasure and you closed your eyes, smiling as his pumps became more intense.

You gasped as he suddenly slammed into you, the move so unexpected, and yet not necessarily unwanted. Suga groaned above you, plunging deeper than you thought possible and hitting... that spot... god, that spot...

His hand suddenly curled around your throat as he started to pound harder and faster, making you whimper and gasp with every thrust. His hand squeezed around your throat, not hard enough to cut off your airflow, but just enough to add that extra tension to your already tightening core. He squeezed your throat to both hold himself in place as he thrust into you, but also to keep your head down on the bed, basically immobilizing you. You offered no protest as your mouth remained open and sounds continued to escape past your throat.

You let out a small scream when he suddenly pulled all the way out and slammed straight back in without any warning. You squeezed your eyes shut and bucked your hips in response to him as he continued to punish you unmercifully.

"Fuck!" You weren't sure which one of you swore, but it seemed appropriate, considering you felt like your soul was being literally pounded out of you.

It didn't take long before you reached your breaking point. Your body flamed and you collapsed under him, shivering and moaning in pleasure. His hand loosened around his throat and as his strokes became more and more erratic you knew he was approaching as well. With one final slam, he released and let go of your throat so he could hold himself up. You were panting, trying to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm that had just racked through your body. You had never experienced one so intense in your life. It had almost brought you to tears.

Suga rolled off you and sat up on the bed. He was panting, just like you were and when you turned to look at him, you saw that he was facing away from you, his feet planted on the ground and his back tense. You gulped and sat up, feeling a little sore in your stomach and legs. You didn't know what to say to him now. The high and clouded judgement from being turned on was gone now and you had no idea where to go from here. Did he regret this? Did you regret it? It was too soon to think about any of that and as Suga stood up from the bed, fear started to prickle through you.

"You should get dressed." Suga said monotonously. He grabbed his own clothes off the ground and pulled them on, tossing you your underwear. You swallowed and quickly pulled them on, feeling much more self-conscious than you had not two minutes ago.

Now you were getting a little worried. Did he not enjoy it? Why was he acting so cold? Maybe this hadn't meant anything to him, and this was what he wanted from you all along. Maybe the point of his kidnapping you in the first place was to become a sex doll and now that you had finally given in, this was all he would ever want from you. How had this happened? How had you gone from hating him to...

If he dropped you now, you knew that it would hurt more than anything ever in your life. After everything that had happened. After he saved you when you protected him. After you had almost died for him when the crimson suit held you in front of him. after everything you had endured together, he couldn't just drop you now.

Because if he did, it wouldn't just hurt because you would feel like nothing to him... but also because you knew that he was everything to you. You were in love with this man, this gangster. It hadn't really hit you until now as you watched him pull his shirt back over his head and finger comb through his hair. You were in love with Suga of the Bulletproof Gang. You would do literally anything he asked of you if it meant that he would look at you the way he had been not half an hour ago. You had always been doubtful about your loyalty, but you weren't anymore. You knew that over anything, you would pick him. you would choose him over going back to your life. You didn't want anything else in life but him.

"I need to have a meeting. We were supposed to have one earlier but..." Suga trailed off and scratched the back of his head. "I'm going to gather the others. Make yourself... comfortable, I guess." With that, he walked toward to the door. You stood up quickly, feeling indignation in your stomach.

"Hey!" You called out. Suga paused and turned back to you. "Why can't I be a part of this meeting?" You asked, narrowing your eyes. Suga rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. That gesture alone stung so much more than anything he could have said. It was like he was talking to a child or someone too stupid to keep up. You felt tears prick the back of your eyes, but you blinked them away. You would not break down, not yet.

"We're talking about gang-related stuff. I don't think you'd be interested." Suga turned to leave again and you inhaled sharply.

"I am interested." You snapped, causing him to pause again. He turned back to look at you and he narrowed his eyes when he saw the fire in yours. "I'm one of you now, right? Because if I'm not, then I don't know what the hell I'm still doing here." Suga lifted his chin and his eyes darkened. You realized that your words probably weren't carrying as much weight, considering you were only in your underwear. You quickly grabbed the white t-shirt and pulled it over your head, so you could have at least a little dignity left.

"One of us? What's that supposed to mean?" Suga asked, crossing his arms to face you. you swallowed and wished you were wearing pants so you could stuff your hands into pockets.

"With everything that's happened so far, I would think that you trust me now. That I'm actually one of you now. Why would you have come to save me otherwise?" You said, trying to sound more confident than you felt. Suga tilted his head and studied you, before opening his mouth to respond.

"We saved you because we weren't sure if you were going to say anything incriminating about us. We needed to be sure that nothing about us got to the police, nothing more." Suga deadpanned. You felt the air rush out of you like you had just been punched in the gut. Your mouth parted as you stared at him in disbelief.

"How dare you say that to me?" You whispered furiously. "How dare you treat me like this after I... after we..." You trailed off and turned away, feeling your eyes burning with hurt.

"There was nothing I did, or we did that wasn't consensual. That has nothing to do with what we're talking about." Suga deadpanned, quirking an eyebrow coldly. You gaped at him in disbelief and clenched your fists.

"Oh my god..." You sat down on the bed and lifted a hand to your forehead. "What had I done?" You said, thinking out loud. Suga furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"What's wrong with you? Why is this such a surprise to you? What did you think this was?"

"I thought... I thought... did you do all of that just to sleep with me?" You looked up at him incredulously.

"All of what?" He deadpanned.

"All of that bullshit about being worried about me and caring about me? Was that all a lie so that you could get me into bed?" You felt fire curl in your stomach.

"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about, little firecracker."

"Don't call me that!" You shouted, standing up to your full height. Suga's eyes widened at your sudden outburst. You had never been upset or angry at the nickname that had been given to you the first day you were with them, but at this instant, the name on his tongue felt like an insult.

"I am not an object or someone you can manipulate and toy with. My name is Y/N. I am a person. A real human being who has put her life on the line for you twice. If you don't at least show some respect for what just happened between us, then..."

You trailed off and shook your head, feeling the fight seep out of you. "Then you aren't the man I thought you were..." You looked away, trying to suppress the tears. You walked around the bed, grabbing the discarded shorts and pulling them on. You expected Suga to be gone when you turned around, so you went to sit back on the bed. You were hoping to get a good cry out, and then you would have to make a plan. A real escape plan this time, because you knew you could never stay here with men like him.

"Y/N," You looked up in surprise to see Suga still standing near the door. He was looking at the floor, contemplating silently. You pursed your lips and quickly looked away so you could wipe the traitorous tears and compose yourself. When you turned back, you saw that Suga had taken a few steps toward you.

"I know you're not an object. I'm sorry I made you feel that way." Suga said sincerely. You swallowed and quickly wiped away another tear that fell in response to his words.

"I can't believe after all of this, you still don't trust me." You whispered, heartbroken.

"Y/N, you can't expect us to trust you so easily. You spent most of your time here willing to do anything to get away. It's going to take more than a car chase to really become like us. Besides, you're still keeping secrets." He said calmly. You took a deep breath and stood up. You approached him and stopped when you were about a foot away from his chest.

"Something has to give, Suga. I have laid all my cards on the table. I let you do the one thing that has haunted me for over half a decade. I don't think... I don't think you really understand what that meant to me."

"Then explain it to me." He said softly. You swallowed and looked down, taking a deep breath.

"You know that I was abused heavily by my boyfriend, emotionally, physically, and sexually. I have never once in my life enjoyed a single time we slept together. You are the first person since him and..."

"The fact that you even let me touch you at all..." Suga said, continuing your thought.

"It should speak volumes about how much I trust you. Please don't betray me." You finished.

Suga sighed, watching you silently. Finally, he closed the distance between you and closed you into an embrace. You sighed in relief and closed your eyes, burying your face into his shoulder. You had finally gotten through to him. Maybe now he would truly understand what he meant to you.

"Well, I guess you better something better on. And maybe fix your hair." Suga said, releasing you and stepping back. He smirked, ruffling your seriously tangled mop. "You don't want to look like you just had sex during the meeting." He winked and you felt a smile spread over your face.

Fifteen minutes later, you were sitting a dining table, wearing your own clothes from when Suga gave your stuff back, along with the other seven boys. It was tense to say the least, but this time, the tension wasn't your fault. In fact, it had nothing to do with you.

"I guess I'll break the ice," RM said, sitting up straight. Everyone's attention was brought to him and you watched as he placed his hands on the table, a serious expression on his face. "There is something seriously wrong with our security. We were just ambushed by a police force that never should have had the means to catch us. Not only that, but Alistair DesMoines was able to come out one step ahead of us during our last raid. There is something detrimentally wrong, and we need to figure out what that is."

"Well we already know how the police found us." Taehyung stated, his eyes turning to you. you blushed and looked down. "But I'm confident that that won't be a problem anymore."

"I think the better question is how they knew to use Y/N's devices as a tracker. Or how they were able to track her devices at all." He continued.

"I think I can answer that." You piped up, making everyone's attention fall to you. You took a deep breath. "My ex-boyfriend, Lucas Mathers was at the police station after I was arrested. He told me that while we were still dating, he had installed a tracking device on my phone that could be used even when the phone was turned off or wiped." You explained.

"Why would he want to put a tracker on your phone?" This from J-Hope, who didn't know the whole story about Luke. In fact, only Jimin and Suga knew the full extent of Luke's abuse. And even then, they didn't know the half of it.

"Luke was very controlling. And he knew that I had a degree in computer science, and I could bypass any tracking device, so he installed one that didn't require any sleuthing to find. Basically, it was hidden in plain sight." You explained.

"How did your ex-boyfriend know about us? And why was he at the police station? Is he a cop?" J-Hope asked, giving you a scrutinizing stare.

"No, he's a lawyer. A very good prosecutor. He was basically there to represent me and my case. He wanted me to cooperate with him in exchange for him getting me cleared of all charges." You replied, feeling shivers down your spine at the thought of Luke's baby blue eyes and smug smirk.

"How did he know where to find you?" J-Hope asked again.

"My father went to him." The room when silent at the mention of your father. You quirked a humorless smile. "Bet you guys forgot about him in all of this."

"Okay, so that explains the police being able to find us, but it doesn't explain Alistair. Alistair would never dare to coerce with police or any sort of prosecution, so it doesn't explain how he knew to stay ahead of us."

"I don't think it's a coincidence that all of our mishaps started the day we kidnapped you, Y/N." This from Jimin who had yet to say a word. You turned to look at him in surprise. You were confused, was he accusing you of something?

"Listen, Y/N. I think it's fairly obvious at this point that we all have grown pretty fond of you. You risked a lot for us, and I know that you never asked for any of this." You gulped as Jimin turned to face you completely. You couldn't hide from his piercing gaze.

"I told you once before that I believe in a clean slate and that you would need to leave your past behind. Do you remember that?" You swallowed and nodded. "I think that time is past. It's time that you told us who you were really working for before all of this started."