But even then, Jungkook didn’t grant me peace. He really was a thorn stuck under my flesh. His thumb circled my knee and I frowned. What the hell? His touch was tentative, almost teasing. Shocked, I found myself growing still as his fingers drifted past the slit in my dress, until his callous hand was on my bare skin. Gooseflesh peppered my skin and my breath hitched. Oh God. What was he doing?
My eyes darted to Mathias, but he was unaware of his son’s intention. I gripped the table’s edge when his fingers inched higher toward the juncture of my thighs. My legs clenched, only to end up trapping his hand between my thighs, and Jungkook grinned. I should have stopped him. I really should have, but it was the way he caressed me that made me pause. Tenderly. Deceptively gentle. Teasingly.
Aside from the two kisses we had share, Jungkook hasn’t touched me in any other way. He had told me very early on that he was disgusted by the idea of touching me; what changed now? So, I knew… for the sake of my own sanity, I should have stopped him. But I didn’t. Because I was glutton for punishment. And because even though my husband was a brutal man, I craved his touch. Filled with longing, I allowed him to do as he pleased.
Call me weak; call me spineless – but you wouldn’t understand. I had my reasons.
I let out a barely audible gasp when Jungkook reached my satin panties. My belly pooled with warmth and my core tightened, feeling suddenly so empty. When was the last time I enjoyed my own pleasure and brought myself to orgasm? I couldn’t remember…
Maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t been touched for so long, or perhaps it was just because I craved intimacy so much – I was aroused beyond belief. To be touched by this cruel man and to allow myself to enjoy it, while his father sat there, eating lunch and conversing with his son – I really was a fool.
Jungkook dragged his index finger over my wet slit through my panties. My heart hammered at the delicious sensation rippling through my body. Carefully, he tugged my panties to the side and cool air wafted over my fevered flesh, wetness dripping between my thighs and down the crack of my asshole.
My breath hitched when his fingers brushed against my core. Holy shit. Oh God! With exquisite tenderness, he parted my wet folds, his thumb grazing my hardened nub. A soft whimper left me and I bit my lip, holding back the moan that threatened to escape my throat.
Stop him, my mind screamed.
Don’t, my body begged.
It felt so good, even though it was so wrong. I wanted to cry; I wanted to plead for mercy; I wanted him to stop, but I needed him to continue.
I sounded maddening even to myself. So, how could I ever explain myself to anyone? To make them understand me?
The pulse between my legs was almost unbearable at this point and I feared that I might just orgasm at the table. How horrifying, yet still… I didn’t stop Jungkook.
It was like all my senses had left me and I was left with a greedy body that needed his caress more than anything.
Jungkook continued his conversation with his father, with all the epitome of calmness. He was so contained while I was so… out of control.
His thumb moved in circles, massaging my flesh, a knowing smirk plastered over his lips. My clit swelled and throbbed under his thumb as he rubbed and pressed against the bundle of nerves. White hot pleasure ripped through me. There weren’t butterflies in my stomach; it was pure fire burning through my veins.
My hips moved against my will, chasing his caress with my wanton need. I could feel just how wet and sticky I was.
My thighs quivered and my body tightened, on the precipice of orgasm. Almost frantically, I grasped his wrist, forcing him to stop. Jungkook’s knowing fingers slowed to a pause, but he kept his hand between my legs, inside my panties.
I was still on a high, drugged with lust and needy with desires, when Jungkook lowered his head, so he could whisper in my ears.
“My fingers were just inside another woman. Her cunt juices are now smeared all over yours. I’m not a loyal man, Beasty, but by letting me touch you… you just downgraded yourself to a common whore,” he rasped, repeating the words I had said to him.
And that was when my world came crashing down, reminding me that while I had been craving his touch, it had all been a pretty deception.
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
Fool me thrice? Shame on me again.
Like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over me, the fiery hot pleasure coursing through my veins doused down, until I was shaking for a whole different reason.
“I’m sorry,” I choked, pushing the chair away from the table. Jungkook’s hand slid out from under my dress and with his other hand, he brought his flute to his lips, taking a slow sip. All nonchalant, without any remorse. “I have…. I’m not feeling quite well. I think I need to lay down. Excuse me.”