9

Jungkook

My eyes slowly opened.

My vision was still hazy from sleep and I closed my eyes again.

Turning to my side, I burrowed deeper under the soft covers.

"Hmm… " I groaned when my aching muscles protested.

I needed a break from working.

My bed moved and knowing it was not from me, my eyes snapped open and I came face to face with Taehyung.

He was sitting on the bed but leaning forward until his face was close to mine.

"Good morning," he said.

My eyes widened and I let out a scream. As I tried to scramble off the bed, the covers twisted around me in my haste and I ended up on the floor in a heap.I stared up at him, my chest heaving. I was sure I looked frightened, while he seemed ready to pounce.

My head spun as the memories of the night before came crashing into my mind like never-ending wild waves.

"No. No. No!" I whispered, trying to untangle myself from the covers.

When I was finally free, I stood up and took several steps away, trying to keep a safe distance between us.

"How could you?" I asked.

Taehyung stood up and made an act of fixing his suit. He took his time as if he was doing it on purpose to get me riled up and extend the suspense.

When he was done, he levelled me with a blank stare.

"What do you mean?"

"You…" I stuttered as I tried to find words.

He gave you an orgasm, a voice said in my mind.

Against my wishes, I screamed back, horrified by the thought.

"I what?" His voice broke through my thoughts.

I looked up to see him moving toward me, his steps were purposeful.

"You…"

His body was so close to mine.

"What is it?" Taehyung asked as he bent down slightly so we were eye level.

I swallowed but didn't answer.

"Say it," he urged.

Shaking my head, I tried to take a step back but his arms shot out and were instantly wrapped

around my waist, pulling me close.

"I want you to say it. Tell me. What did I do last night?" he whispered, his lips dangerously close to mine.

Placing both hands on his chest, I tried to shove him away from me but he didn't even move an inch.

"Mr Kim, please let me go," I begged, struggling in his arms, desperate to free myself..

His arms tightened around my waist.

"Oh, kitten, I think we should leave the pleasantries behind now." Leaning forward so that his lips were next to my ear, he continued, "After what I did to you last night, I think we should stick with Taehyung." He finished his sentence with a nip on my earlobe and I jumped at his sudden touch.

"Okay. Taehyung, please let go of me."

"I will when you tell me what I did to you last night. Say it," he muttered in a husky tone.

He was trying to embarrass me.

How heartless could he be?

He was a monster.

Taehyung leaned his face into my neck and when I felt his warm lips on my cold skin, I shivered and went limp against him. Only his arms were holding me upright.

He placed wet kisses on my neck. Biting and then sucking at the tortured skin.

His lips drew wet trails on the length on my neck.

Shaking my head, I brought my hands to his hair and pulled hard until his face was not buried in my neck anymore.

"Fvck," Taehyung swore loudly as I continued pulling.

His head snapped up and he slowly stood to his full height until he was towering over me. He went rigid, his arms like a band of steel around my waist. I let out a small hiss and struggled with slight discomfort and pain.

He brought one of his hands up and grasped my chin, his hold firm and hard as he tilted my head, forcing me to look into his hard, cold eyes. Anger flashed behind the blue irises and I cowered under his seething glare.

"I really don't like repeating myself, but I will one last time," he said, his tone flat and grating, "Tell me what I did to you last night and I'll let you go. It's simple."

"You gave me an orgasm."

The words came out of my mouth before I could even think.

The anger in his eyes immediately vanished, but the hard look remained. I played with the wild lion and now I had to pay the consequences.

"And did you enjoy it?"

"That was not part of the deal," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Taehyung pulled my face closer as his lips stretched in a small smirk. "Oh, kitten. I make the rules. I make the deals, I can change them whenever I want. You don't get to make a choice. Understood?"

I nodded mutely and then tried to look down, wanting to escape his intense, cruel stare, but his unyielding hold on my chin stopped me from moving.

"Answer me, kitten."

"Umm, I…" I started, but couldn't finish my sentence.

How could I answer such a thing?

Did I enjoy it when he gave me an orgasm?

No?

Yes?

Even I was confused.

I didn't want to like it.

I shouldn't have liked it, but I did.

I closed my eyes tightly, unable to believe my own feelings.

Something was seriously wrong with me because this monster held me in his mansion against my will and then gave me an orgasm even though I didn't want it—and I had liked it.

"Jungkook, answer me!"

"Yes!" I shouted.

When I was near him, my body wasn't my own. My brain became a chaotic jumble and I couldn't think straight.

He masterfully played my body and my mind.

He held the strings and I became a puppet.

***

Taehyung

He went limp in my arms, the fight running out of his body.

Hearing him admit to his desires had been all I wanted, it brought me satisfaction. For a little while.

He was scared, I would give him time.

However, my patience was running out because I had given him enough time already, as far as I was concerned. Having him that close to my body made the beast inside me begin to rage.

His heat and his smell had taken over my senses. All I wanted to do was throw him on his back, spread those long creamy legs and fvck him hard until he screamed with his orgasm milking my cock.

Even though I wanted him scared of me, I didn't want him to regret what happened.

I had never taken anyone against their will and I wouldn't start with him.

Oh, he wanted me, it was obvious he was terrified.

His confusion was clearly written all over his face.

I would seduce Jungkook until he begged me to take him.

Releasing my hold on his chin, I gently moved his hair off his face. I let my fingers linger on his cheek for a few seconds and then slowly moved my thumb over his velvet skin. It warmed under my fingers and a small touch of pink tainted his pale flesh, showing the effect that I had on him.

"See. That wasn't so hard to admit, right?"

I stared at his blushing cheek, mesmerized by the colour and the softness of his skin.

Jungkook tried to step away and I let him go without resistance.

Let's give the little kitten a break.

He took several steps away from me, then placed a shaky hand on his heaving chest.

He was trembling, the fear evident.

But why the fvck was he so scared? The fear wasn't just because of me.

There was something else, I hadn't quite figured it out yet.

Jungkook was a big mystery to me.

He acted like he hated my touch but he'd moaned in pleasure at the same time.

He fascinated me, captured my attention, I had no desire to fight it.

He might have been the one to take the first action by hiding under my bed but now I was in control. I wouldn't let go until I had my fill.

Staring at him, my gaze unyielding, I said, "Now, Jungkook. Don't be scared. You have nothing to be scared of. Have I hurt you?"

He shook his head, watching my every movement and reaction. He truly did remind me of a kitten trying to find its way out of danger. Small, skittish, scared. And completely helpless. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, tugged it out, saw Seokjin's number flashing on the screen.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"There's something we gotta tell you. It's fvcked up," he replied in a rush.

He sounded panicked.

Shit.

"Now what?"

"We should discuss this in person, Taehyung."

Looking at Jungkook, who was now plastered against the wall, I felt anger building inside of me.

Seokjin had really bad timing.

"I'm busy right now," I said harshly.

"It's important."

"Fine. Meet me in my office," I ordered before hanging up.

I moved toward Jungkook, in three long strides, I was standing in front of him. He folded into himself, his shoulders bunching forward in a protective manner.

He whimpered as if frightened I would hit him.

"Calm down," I said, my voice surprisingly gentle.

I pulled him forward until he was flush against my body.

My hold was light and I leaned down so that my lips were beside his ear.

"I'll be back, kitten. We are not done yet," I whispered harshly, then wrapped my hand in his hair, twisting it around my fingers and pulled his head back.

Without warning, I crashed my lips to his. The kiss was hard, fast, and bruising, meant to let him know that he belonged to me.

Only me.

Jungkook let out a gasp when I licked the seams of his lips.

I bit, sucked, kissed, until I was satisfied that he understood.

Leaning away, I stared at his flushed face.

He was red and out of breath.

It made me want to laugh.

I didn't even kiss him properly and he was already reacting this way.

Jungkook brought a hand to his swollen lips and touched it gently.

I saw him wince as he stared at me with innocent eyes.

Ah, kitten.

So innocent.

Giving him a final heated glance, I turned around and walked out of the bedroom, leaving him alone to his thoughts. I closed the door behind me with a bang and walked straight to my office in the left-wing. When I

got there, the door was already open.

Seokjin, Yoongi, Hobi, and Namjoon were already there.

Frustration was evident in their expressions.

Walking straight in, I growled, "What is it?"

I sat down behind my desk, crossing my arms at my chest as I leaned back. Hobi closed the door before facing me.

"We found out that someone is spying," Seokjin started, his voice rough with anger.

"What?" I yelled.

Quickly getting up to my feet, I pushed the chair back.

"Yeah. For the fvcking Jeon family. The bastards knew where we were going to open the next club. They got there first and Byungchan said that we should have better control on who we trust."

Hobi's voice came out in a hiss as he tried hard to control his own irritation.

My body shook with fury and my hands tightened into fists until my knuckles hurt from the pressure.

Grabbing my chair, I threw it across the room. Yoongi had to jump out of the way so it didn't crash into him.

"Who the fvck is it?" I roared.

My hands were itching.

I wanted to spill blood, and my eyes twitched as I tried to regain control.

Whoever betrayed me would have a slow torturous death.

I wouldn't spare him any mercy.

"Find out who he is!"

None of them moved.

I saw Seokjin swallowing nervously and Yoongi staring at him.

When he didn't say anything, Yoongi sent him a glare and then turned toward me, quickly schooling his features again.

"We think it's Jungkook," he said.