“Your virtue will stay very much intact till our wedding night, but there’s a lot of things I can still do to you, Princess.”
“Jungkook–”
“I can make you feel good,” he rasped in my ear.
“You’re being inappropriate,” I gasped. “My father is right there.”
“If I slide my hand under your dress right now, will I find you wet, Miss Solano?”
Sweet hell.
Jungkook was tormenting me and he was enjoying it – if I were to say so by that smirk on his face.
He spun me around once, before dragging me back into him, our bodies colliding together. “Do you touch yourself at night?”
My eyes widened and I gaped. “What?” I sputtered.
“Answer the question, Princess.”
My thighs clenched, involuntarily. The ache between them grew more intense and I felt strangely so… empty. “Yes. S-sometimes.”
“Hmm. How do you think it’ll feel if instead of your fingers, I touch you there?”
Holy shit. Flustered, I stumbled and stepped on his foot. An apology spilled past my lips and I prayed that no one had noticed my mishap. “Uh, now?” I croaked.
My body burned at the vivid image he had painted for me. His voice had deepened when he spoke again. “Now.”
Jungkook’s eyes darted around the room, almost lazily, but I could see that he was trying to check if my father was watching or not. Once he realized that we were no longer the center of attention, he grasped my hand and practically dragged me away.
We quickly sneaked out of the banquet hall and into a lonely corridor. Jungkook pulled me behind a pillar, so we were completely out of sight and our figures were hidden in the shadows.
I gasped, my chest heaving. The air crackled with thick tension between us and I licked my dry lips. “If anyone sees us together, like this…”
I left my sentence hanging.
It was more complicated than that. If I were truly betrothed to him, this wouldn’t have been such a big issue. But the fact that he was, in reality, engaged to my sister… if anyone were to see us together, it would be a scandal.
And my father – oh God.
“Do you trust me?” Jungkook questioned in a low tone, a raspy voice.
“You know I do.”
“Then you should know that I will never put you in the middle of a scandal,” he said. “I will never let anyone question your virtue, especially not your father. You’re mine, Fina. Mine to cherish. And mine to protect.”
He pressed into me, caging me between the wall and his solid body. “If I were to slide my hand under your dress right now, would you let me? Would you let me feel just how warm and wet you are for me? How needy you are?”
My throat suddenly felt parched. His hand brushed against my thigh, over the dress, before he slid his palm under the split. Skin to skin.
“Tell me, Princess.”
My head bobbed with a sharp nod. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he questioned; his voice deceptively calm.
Flustered, I released a shuddering breath before speaking. “Yes… touch me.”
His lips whispered along my jaw and I threw my head back with a soft whimper. My fingers curled around the back of his neck, holding him against me. He kissed and nibbled down the column of my throat and along the length of my collarbone.
Maybe it was the idea of something forbidden…
Something dirty, for Jungkook to be touching me like this, behind a pillar. Maybe it was the idea of possibly getting caught or someone finding us, in such a compromised position…
Even though it made me anxious, it also turned me on.
His hand trailed along my thigh, before circling around my knee. A shaky breath rattled from my chest when he lifted my leg up, forcing me to hook my thigh around his hips. In this position, it left me vulnerable and open to his slow teasing and torturous caresses.
I can’t breathe…
I wanted Jungkook – no – I needed him, but it felt like I was about to combust in his embrace. My body felt overly sensitive to his touches. How could I be so aroused by just Jungkook’s voice and such simple caresses? He hadn’t even truly touch me yet.
Was it even possible to want someone this much? With such intense need?
He pulled his head back and his dark gaze met mine.
A quiver ran down my body when his hand snaked under my dress and his fingers teased my slit through my silk panties. Jungkook hissed when he found me wet, the fabric of my panties sticking to my flesh like a second skin and my arousal coating the inside of my thighs. “Princess, you’re soaked and I’ve barely even touched you.”
Sweet hell. What was he doing to me? How could he have such control over my body?
I burned with need for Jungkook. He pressed into me, his erection digging into my hips and my lips parted, with a barely audible gasp.
Slowly, almost like he wanted to tease me, Jungkook tugged my panties aside. His knuckles brushed against my wet folds and I flinched before a slight moan spilled from my lips.
His finger teased my opening and my core clenched. I could feel just how sticky my wetness was as Jungkook masterfully played me under my dress.
His caress was deliberately slow as he traced my wet folds, parting my lower lips and seeking my clit. His eyes never wavered from mine as he took my hardened nub between his forefinger and thumb and he pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves.
My lips parted with a silent scream and my back bowed, my hips bucking against his cruel hand. “Oh,” I gasped, before biting down on my lips – hard.
It hurt.
But… Oh God.
It hurt so good.
The pain mixed with forbidden pleasure and I whimpered.
His thumb circled my clit, as if to soothe the sting away, and I liked it.
Liked the way his touch felt on my sensitive flesh. Liked how he knew where to touch me, in the way that made me mad with desire.
My nipples puckered tightly through my dress and they ached, while my whole body throbbed.
Jungkook slowly pushed a single digit inside my tight core, my inner walls clenching around it. He didn’t shove all of his finger inside me. Only halfway past his first knuckle. Almost like he just wanted to know how it’d feel to be inside me.
I tensed against him when he pulled out and I moaned impatiently. His lips twitched with a half-smile before he used two fingers to rub my clit.
“J- Jungkook.” Like a wanton woman in need, I choked out his name in a moan, before I quickly captured my lips between my teeth.
My eyes widened when I heard whispers and more voices in the corridor. They were far-away, but my heart practically hammered in my chest, almost like it was trying to break through the confines of my rib cage.
Someone was coming. Not just one person.
I could hear more than three different voices mingling together.
Thud. My heartbeat echoed in my ears. Jungkook didn’t pull away.
In fact, he showed no reaction except…
His eyes flashed with something dark – with lust and mischief.
Thud. Thud.
His thumb worked my oversensitive clit, switching between pinching and caressing before rubbing his two fingers between my folds. He traced my slit, gathering more of my sticky arousal.
I could feel… no, I could hear just how wet I was. The sound of his fingers working my sex was filthy and…
“My, my. The idea of getting caught with my hand under your dress just made you even wetter. You like the idea of exhibitionism, Princess?” he rasped, his teeth grazing my ear. His thumb circled my clit faster, like he was desperate to force me over the edge.
The sound of footsteps and the voices grew closer.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
My hips bucked into his hand, grinding and trying to chase my orgasm.
He nipped my earlobe again and I responded with a sharp hiss.
“Uhh.” Another whimper spilled from my lips, this time louder. Jungkook slapped a hand over my mouth, smothering my moans. My eyes fluttered close as the tingles coursing through my body grew more intense.
My legs quivered and I clenched my thigh around Jungkook’s hips. His erection dug harder into my hips, warm and hard. I almost worried he’d leave me with a bruise tomorrow.
“There’s a deviant, filthy woman hiding under all that proper and respectful ruse,” Jungkook growled in a low voice, the sound rumbling from his wide chest. “And she’s all mine.”
Jungkook shifted his body so that he was fully standing in front of me, pushing me against the wall. My fingers clawed at his shoulders, feeling the strength of his muscles under his tuxedo. It was then I realized that he was hiding me.
Jungkook was much taller and bigger than me, so his body was the perfect cover. And with us hidden in the shadows… even if someone were to walk up on us, they would only see the back of him. And if they were to recognize Jungkook, they wouldn’t be able to see who he was with.
My hips bucked into his hand as a wave rolled through my body, intense and acute. Powerful and all-consuming.
In the back of my mind, I heard the voices and footsteps fading away, heading farther from our hiding spot. But that was before my brain completely shut down.
The only thing I could hear was the sound of my heartbeat in my ears as I tensed into Jungkook’s arms. My climax bubbled in my blood, before crashing through me like a hurricane. His hand muffled my choked, desperate moan.
I shattered.
Thud.
The pieces of me scattered on the floor.
Thud. Thud.
I quivered with the aftershocks of my climax.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Jungkook pulled his hand from under my dress. While I was utterly transfixed by the sight of his brutally handsome face, his hand fell away from my mouth before he brushed his wet fingers over my swollen lips. “Suck.” It was one simple command, his voice gravelly and low.
My lips parted and he pushed his two fingers into my mouth. I sucked, like he had commanded me to. The taste of me was musky and strange, but it was the utter filthiness of this situation that made my core clench again.
As if one climax wasn’t enough. As if my body wanted more.
My tongue swirled around his fingers before he pulled away with a low snarl. Like he had snapped.
His mouth landed on mine, hard and bruising. He didn’t just kiss me.
He devoured me, like a mad man. Like an obsessed man who had been denied this kiss for far too long. His tongue meeting mine in an erotic dance had me whimpering into his mouth.
His hand curled around my neck, his fingers brushing over the pulsing veins in my throat.
The kiss consumed me. Suffocated me. Confused me.
My mind had been utterly captivated by this man. Who kissed like a brutal savage, who touched like a soft lover and who loved like a gentle beast.
I had come undone in his arms and I didn’t know how to go back to the old Y/n. The one before she knew what it felt like to be touched by Jeon Jungkook.
I exhaled a shuddering breath into his mouth as I whispered his name, and he swallowed my moan. Jungkook licked my lips and the inside of my mouth, as if to taste the remnant of me, of my lust.
When he finally pulled away, our chest heaved as we shuddered with an inhale – almost desperate for our next breath.
Our eyes met.
Thud.
He grinned.
Thud. Thud.
“Happy engagement to us, Miss Solano.”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
My lungs squeezed as we silently put ourselves together again.
Jungkook trailed a finger along the curve of my throat. “I can’t wait to start our life together.”
My heart withered, like a wilting rose.
I opened my mouth to tell him the truth. It was on the tip of my tongue.
I craved to be without the burden of guilt once again. I hungered for the weight to be lifted off my chest. The truth tasted almost sweet.
“Jungkook–”
“Fina.” My head snapped toward the direction of my sister’s voice.
Her eyes darted between Jungkook and I. “We have to go. Uh, can we leave… early? My stomach… um, is hurting.”
I blinked. “Oh, yes. Right.”
My sister grasped my elbow, practically dragging me away from Jungkook. “Dad was looking for Jungkook. And then he noticed you were missing too,” she hissed under her breath. “So, I told him you weren’t feeling well, so we’re leaving the party early.”
I nodded along, not really paying attention to what she was saying. I looked over my shoulder and found Jungkook still standing there. Bringing my hand up for a quick wave, I mouthed, “Sorry.”
My apology was more than this – being dragged away from him or leaving our engagement party so early and so quickly.
My apology was for my bitter lies and cruel secrets.