A rough night with your mafia husband
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He grabbed my hand and took me outside the gazebo. The rain clung to my skin like a second layer..cold yet burning in contrast to the heat radiating from him. Jungkook’s gaze was wild, dark, hungry as he towered over me, his drenched clothes outlining every sharp muscle..every inch of the man who had stolen me who had stolen everything.
I was about to walk away now...i sure has accepted him but it was too much for me.
"You think you can drive me insane and walk away?" His voice was thick with something dangerous, something possessive.
I barely had time to take a breath before his lips crashed against mine again. It wasn’t gentle. It was a storm of its own—devastating, all-consuming, like he was claiming me.
My fingers tangled in his wet hair, pulling him closer, as his hands slid down my waist, gripping me hard.
The storm outside raged, but I couldn’t hear anything beyond the pounding of my heartbeat..the sound of our heavy breaths, the desperate way our bodies pressed together.
I whimpered into his mouth, gripping the soaked fabric of his shirt as if it could anchor me. His hands slid lower, gripping my thighs, and before I could even process what was happening, he lifted me into his arms.
"Jungkook—"
"Shh," he murmured against my lips. "I’ve got you."
With a swift move, he lifted me...my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me back inside the mansion...through the dim corridors...his lips never leaving mine.
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The moment my back hit the bed, he was on me..his weight pressing me into the silk sheets...trapping me beneath him.
His fingers trailed up my thigh, slow and teasing, leaving goosebumps. His lips followed, tracing a sinful path down my neck, his tongue flicking against my pulse point...making me arch against him.
"You drive me insane," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot, his hands gripping my hips. "You wanted this, didn’t you? Sitting out there in the rain, looking like something I should never have...looking like something out of my darkest dreams and you expect me to just watch?"
"Jungkook…" I didn’t know if I was pleading for him to stop or to continue.
A lazy smirk tugged at his lips when he felt me shiver, his hands pushing up my soaked dress. His touch was rough yet deliberate, like he was savoring the way I trembled beneath him.
"Look at you," he muttered, brushing his nose along my jaw. "So desperate for me already."
I gasped when his teeth grazed my neck, his tongue soothing the sting immediately after. My hands moved to tangle in his hair, but he caught them easily, pinning them above my head.
"No.. I'll do the rest...let me have a taste.." His voice was a dark promise, his fingers tightening around my wrists as his lips moved lower, tracing a path down my throat. "You are going to love this, don’t you? Being under me, letting me ruin you."
His hands gripped my waist, pressing me against him, molding my body to his. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was devastating, like he was pouring every ounce of his obsession into me.
A moan slipped past my lips as he bit down, just enough to make me feel it. He groaned at the sound, his grip on me tightening as he rolled his hips against mine.. buried himself deep.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice rough, laced with something primal. "Tell me how much you love this."
I whimpered, the delicious friction making my body tremble. "I love it."
That was all it took.
Jungkook’s control snapped.
His lips crashed against mine again, raw hunger replacing all teasing. He devoured me, stealing my breath, his free hand gripping my thigh and pulling me open for him. His movements turned rougher, his body moving with force that had me gasping, my back arching beneath him.
He pressed harder, deeper, his name falling from my lips in breathless moans as his grip tightened on my wrists. He was everywhere —his hands, his mouth, his voice commanding me, consuming me whole.
"You’re mine," he growled against my ear, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, marking me. "Every inch of you belongs to me."
His words sent another wave of heat crashing over me, and I cried out, my fingers twisting beneath his grip. His breath was ragged, his body relentless, every movement setting fire to every nerve.
"You love this..hmm?" he groaned, burying his face in the crook of my neck, his thrusts deep and punishing, his grip bruising. "You love the way I ruin you."
I gasped, unable to do anything but feel him. Every roll of his hips, every bite, every whispered curse against my skin—it was too much, too perfect, too overwhelming.
And when he finally pushed me over the edge, his name ripped from my throat, my body trembling violently beneath him.
Jungkook followed with a deep, broken moan, his hold on me tightening as he buried himself inside me one last time, his body shuddering as he spilled into me.
The only sound left was our ragged breaths, the storm still raging outside, the rain drumming against the windows.
Slowly, his grip on my wrists loosened, his fingers sliding down my arms, his hands finally settling on my waist as he pressed soft, lingering kisses along my jaw.
I felt wrecked, completely undone, but I never wanted to leave this moment.
Jungkook brushed damp hair away from my face, his dark eyes softening just enough to make my chest tighten.
"You okay?" His voice was rough, low, his lips still ghosting over my skin.
I smiled faintly, my fingers threading through his hair as I whispered, "Yes"
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