“What are you waiting for then? I don’t mind fucking you in that dress, but we both know I will ruin it and you seem quite partial to this gown. ”
Advancing toward her, I slammed the whiskey bottle onto the nearest coffee table. I carelessly tugged on my tie, sliding it from my neck, and threw it somewhere on the floor. I watched as Y/n unlaced her bodice from the back, her hands clumsy and slow. Once her dress had come loose, she lowered the top, her breasts spilling out.
The moment the cool air touched her bare skin, she flinched and her fingers clenched around her dress, holding it to her stomach. Gooseflesh peppered her skin and I could see her tight nipples through her thin bra.
“Drop the dress, Y/n,” I said, my voice so deep and thick – I barely even recognized it.
Her chest heaved with a shuddering breath, before doing as she was told.
Her dress pooled at her bare feet until she was standing in front of me in only her silk bra and panties.
Something twisted in my gut and my dick twitched in my slacks, hardening at the sight of my wife, standing in front of me – offering herself to me.
Her surrender.
Her devotion.
Her undoing.
Fuck.
Jeon Y/n was so goddamn maddening.
This was twisted and utterly insane. Our whole relationship was toxic and this moment itself was proof of it.
I wanted this, even though I hated her.
Y/n needed this, even though she despised me.
I didn’t know what I expected when I came to her room, but it was definitely not me being aroused by the simple sight of her bare skin.
Her slender shoulders caved in before she took a deep breath and straightened. “I need the lights off.”
I pointed at the lavish chair beside her bed, while unbuttoning my cuff links. “Sit down, Y/n. Discard the rest of your virtue and show me how you touch yourself.”
“What?” she breathed.
“How do you touch yourself at night, wife?” I leaned back against the table, crossing my ankles. “Show me.”
I watched as Y/n swallowed, watched as she debated with herself and then finally surrendered to my demands. She limped toward the chair and took a seat.
I arched an eyebrow as I unbuttoned my black dress shirt. Her gaze lingered over my exposed skin before she slowly dragged down her panties and dropped the thin fabric beside her feet. Her bra soon followed until she was naked to my eyes, except for the masquerade mask.
Her breasts were heavy and swollen, her nipples puckering tight in the cold air. Or was it anticipation?
Her hand inched between her thighs and she quivered. I was already rock hard, my dick pushing against my slacks in a very obvious manner. Her gaze darted there for a second before she gasped and looked away.
My lips curled as her whole body flushed. “Hook your left knee over the armrest and spread yourself for me, wife. I want you to delve into your deepest desires and show me the woman behind the prim and proper façade, the expensive gowns and jewelries.”
Her grey eyes flared. “Why? Why can’t you just–”
“I will hurt you,” I rasped. I didn’t want to have to touch her, in the way she needed to be caressed and devoured before I took her. To make this more intimate than it already was.
Me fucking her would just be… mechanical. Detached from any type of romance or intimacy. It was only my duty as her husband. Nothing more.
Nothing less.
“Maybe I want it,” she shot back, nudging her chin up like a haughty princess.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Y/n.”
Y/n slowly brought her leg up, hooking her left knee over the armrest, just like I had ordered her to do. So vulnerable – there was beauty in surrender and it looked decadently sinful on Jeon Y/n.
In this position, spread wide open, I could see the sheen of wetness over her slit.
“Pain is subjective,” she whispered.
“I’m doing you a favor, wife. Accept it or leave it – but know this, I won’t be gentle with you. I will hurt you.”
Her fingers delved between her thighs, parting her folds. Her breath came as a sharp inhale and her legs twitched before tensing. I watched as her thumb circled her hardened nub, pinching and rolling it between her fingers.
Her arousal dripped onto the white cushion of the chair, her wetness sliding between the cleft of her ass.
“What do you think about when you touch yourself at night?” I asked, my voice gritty and rough to my own ears.
“You,” she breathed. Y/n slid a single digit inside her core; her back arched and her lips parted with a tiniest whimper.
Goddamn it.
She was wet, clenching and inviting.
Jeon Y/n wasn’t only a good actress, a pretty manipulator and dubious liar – but she was also a tantalizing seductress – an intriguing combination of innocence and lust.
I should have been smarter than my body’s urges. I should have been more in control of my impulses – but my cock throbbed and I was just a goner.
My fists clenched as she fingered herself, her moans spilling past her red lips. The musky scent of her arousal was now heavy in the room and I practically ripped my shirt off my body. Her gaze lingered on my chest and I watched as her hips started to move in rhythm with her finger, chasing her release.
Her back bowed and she threw her head back, on the precipice of orgasm. “Stop,” I hissed.
She whimpered, her body tensing. “No,” she mewled, her thumb circling her clit with frantic need, desperate for a release. “Please.”
I surged forward, the table screeching back, and I heard the whiskey bottle crashing onto the floor. But I didn’t care.
Y/n yelped when my arm curled around her waist, pulling her up. Her hands slammed into my chest in surprise, her wet fingers splaying over my pecs. Smearing my bare skin with her sweet fucking juices.
I dumped Y/n on the bed and she bounced with a gasp. She swallowed hard and looked at me with those grey eyes I loathed so much. Her hands came up and she covered her chest, as if to hide her nakedness from me.
So vulnerable, I could easily break her.
Her whole body trembled as she stayed on her back, completely bare to me except for the black lace mask.
“Jungkook–”
My jaw clenched at the sound of my name on her tongue. “Turn around. On your hands and knees,” I snapped. Angry at her ugly deception. Furious at myself for feeling something at the sight of her naked and flushed body, needy and so goddamn… beautiful, like the temptress she was. It wasn’t fair that Y/n had such power over my thoughts, my heart and now my dick.
“Now,” I clipped, my voice hoarse. Flustered, she scrambled to her hands and knees. She was still somewhat in a needy trance after I had denied her the orgasm she had been so desperately chasing.
I didn’t want to look at Y/n when I was fucking her, didn’t want to look in the eyes that haunted me.
I was merely doing my husbandly duty. There would be no pleasure from this.
Not for her.
Not for me.
Our intimacy started and ended with this. A simple fuck.
Once she was on her knees on the edge of the bed, and against my own accord, I took a single second to appreciate the elegant curve of her back and her round ass.
With a growl, I unzipped myself and pushed down my pants, freeing my hardened length. I fisted myself, squeezing my erection from the tip to the base.
I lowered my body atop of hers, rubbing my shaft against her wet folds. Her back arched and I curled an arm around her hips, holding her still before I pushed inside – with one forceful thrust, I wedged myself deep inside her. I wasn’t gentle, as I had promised, but she took all of me, stretched tight around my thick erection.
Y/n let out a choked cry and her body spasmed, her pussy tightening around my dick, practically strangling it.
“Fuck,” I hissed. She was as tight as a fist and her core pulsated around my length.
My heart thudded.
Her fingers clawed at the bed sheets, her back arching against my groin. “Jungkook,” she gasped, almost in pain.
“I told you,” my chest rattled with a harsh growl, “I won’t be gentle. I will hurt you. Wreck you. Possess you.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” Y/n hissed.
My lips curled, feeling both pleased and cruel. “Gladly, Beasty.”
I pulled out, almost completely – leaving only the tip inside her before slamming back into her tight channel. Her body trembled, gooseflesh peppering her back and she whimpered.
I liked the sounds she made. Like she was fighting pain and pleasure, craving both – needing both.
I pumped into her again, each thrust harder and deeper than the one before. I quickly found my stride and she rocked her hips back to meet mine. The wet sounds of our bodies slamming together filled the room, echoing against the walls.
She pressed her face into the mattress, muffling her needy whimpers and moans of pleasure. A groan vibrated from my chest as I plunged inside again, feeling the way she clenched around me. My balls tightened and I knew I was close.
Her wetness, hot and sticky, dripped between our joined bodies.
With a grunt, I drove into her hard and stayed rooted there, the tip of my hardness brushing against her womb. The muscles in my stomach and thighs tightened as I came, my seed pouring into her.
My heart pounded in my ears, loudly. I shuddered as my orgasm rattled through my body. Y/n quivered under me, a moan spilling from her lips. Her body tightened and there was a rush of wetness between us as she found her own release.
I pulled out and she gasped, almost pained. As the fog of rage and pleasure dissipated, my stomach twisted and rolled as I realized what I had just done. Bile tasted acidic on my tongue and I fought the urge to retch.