Taehyung didn't let go of her. His hand stayed firmly on her bare ass as he led her out of the club, through the staring crowd, and into the cool night air. A sleek, black car was waiting, its engine purring like a giant cat.

One of his men opened the door. Taehyung guided Koo inside, his grip never loosening. Instead of letting her sit on the seat, he pulled her onto his lap as he settled in. The door closed, plunging them into a quiet, luxurious darkness.

The car started moving.

Koo was hyper-aware of everything. The hard muscle of his thighs beneath her. The scent of his expensive cologne, mixed with something uniquely male and dangerous. His large, warm hand still resting on her skin, a silent claim.

She rested her head on his shoulder, playing the part of a seduced, dazed girl. But her cop's mind was wide awake. She peeked through her eyelashes, trying to memorize the turns the car took, the streets they passed. It was a route to a part of the city she knew was home to the ultra-rich and powerful.

After about twenty minutes, the car slowed and entered through massive, ornate iron gates. Koo couldn't stop herself. She lifted her head and let out a soft, genuine gasp.

It wasn't a house. It was a fortress, a modern mansion made of dark stone and glass. It was huge and imposing, with sharp angles and few lights. It looked just like him—powerful, dark, and impenetrable.

Taehyung noticed her reaction. He didn't say anything, but a hint of a smug smile touched his lips.

The car stopped at the grand entrance. He got out, still holding her, and practically carried her inside. His men did not follow them in.

The inside was even more stunning. A vast, empty foyer with high ceilings. Everything was in shades of black, gray, and dark wood. It was cold, beautiful, and felt more like a museum than a home. It was completely silent.

Without a word, Taehyung led her up a wide, curved staircase. His footsteps were quiet on the plush carpet. He walked down a long, dark hallway and finally pushed open a heavy, wooden door.

He led her into his bedroom.

It was enormous. The walls were a dark charcoal gray. A floor-to-ceiling window showed a breathtaking view of the city lights far below. In the center of the room was a huge bed with black silk sheets.

The room was clean, minimal, and felt heavy with his presence. It was a room that suited its owner perfectly—dark, powerful, and intense.

He finally let go of her, and Koo took a few steps into the room, pretending to be in awe. She turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest.

He stood by the door, watching her. His dark eyes were blazing with a fire she hadn't seen before. It was pure, raw desire.

"Well, Koo," he said, his voice low and husky. "You got what you wanted. You're alone with me."

Koo put on her most seductive smile. "And you got what you wanted," she purred, walking slowly towards him.

He met her in the middle of the room, his gaze dropping from her eyes to her lips, then down her body.

"Dance for me," he murmured against her neck, breath hot with expensive whiskey.

She forced a sultry laugh, arching into him. "Here? No music." Her fingers trembled slightly as she traced the sharp line of his jaw – a calculated gesture, not entirely feigned.

He didn't answer. His mouth crashed down on hers, silencing any further words. It wasn't gentle; it was claiming. Possessive.

Koo leaned into the kiss, letting her hands slide over the expensive fabric of his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. She felt the hard muscle beneath, the coiled strength. His hands moved to the clasp of her tiny bra, fingers deft. It fell away.

A sharp inhale escaped him as he looked at her bare breasts, the cool air making her nipples tighten instantly. He cupped one breast roughly, thumb brushing the peak. Koo gasped, the sensation shockingly real despite the charade.

Taehyung shrugged out of his jacket, letting it pool on the floor. His tie followed. His eyes never left her body as he unbuttoned his crisp shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and abdomen.

Koo couldn't help the genuine flicker of awe. He was built like a weapon – powerful, defined, intimidating. Her eyes traced the faint scars marring the perfection, silent stories she desperately needed to uncover.

She stepped closer, her fingers trembling only slightly as she slid her hands over his bare chest, feeling the heat radiating off him, the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palm. His skin felt like silk over steel.

His hands were already at her hips, hooking into the flimsy scrap of her thong. He pulled it down her legs, his gaze darkening further as he took her in, completely naked now.

A low growl rumbled in his chest. "Perfect," he breathed, the word thick with lust.

He spun her around abruptly, pressing her bare back against his chest. One arm wrapped possessively around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His other hand slid up her stomach, fingers splaying possessively over her belly before rising to cup her other breast.

His lips found the sensitive curve where her neck met her shoulder, biting down just enough to make her gasp again. His hardness pressed insistently against her lower back.

He turned her back to face him, his hands sliding down to grasp her ass, squeezing the firm flesh with both hands, lifting her slightly onto her toes.

His eyes burned into hers, a dangerous mixture of desire and something sharper, something predatory. "Tell me you want this," he commanded, his voice a rough whisper against her lips.

Koo met his gaze, summoning every ounce of her training. She let her eyelids flutter, a seductive smile playing on her pink lips. "I want you, Taehyung," she murmured, pouring every ounce of false longing into the words.

Her mind raced beneath the haze of sensation – Warehouses. Transactions. Evidence. His mouth descended on hers again, deeper, hungrier, his hands still gripping her possessively as he walked her backwards towards the enormous bed. The mission was terrifyingly close.