Maybe that was why he kept doing this, pushing me away. Jungkook reached for his knife and pulled it out with a bone-chilling clink of the blade against the sheath. Goose bumps rose on my skin, but I stood my ground because if I knew one thing it was that Jungkook wouldn’t hurt me. Not anymore, not ever again.
Whatever twisted bond had formed between us, it prevented him from causing me pain.
Gripping the neckline of my nightgown, he sliced through the fabric with a sharp slash of the knife. The shreds pooled at my feet, leaving me in only my panties.
His dark eyes roamed over my body, the knife still clutched in his hand, and my core tightened with need. He gripped my hip and wrenched me toward him, his lips crushing down on mine. I gasped as his tongue conquered my mouth, teeth clanking. He backed me up against the bed until I fell back. He slashed through my panties with his knife, and the closeness of the blade caused a shiver to pass down my spine. Jungkook towered over me and freed his erection, his eyes furious and hungry and terrifying.
Holding his gaze, I opened my legs for him because I was lost, had been lost from the moment Jungkook had laid eyes on me, and as I looked up at him, I knew without a doubt that he, too, was lost.
The corners of his mouth lifted as he lowered his gaze to my center. He got down on his knees, pushing my legs even further apart. Jungkook buried his face in my lap. I arched up, my nails digging into the crisp sheets, my gaze finding my torn wedding dress. Jungkook’s mouth claimed me relentlessly, with tongue and lips, bites and licks. There was no escaping. He wouldn’t let me. He made me surrender, not with force, not with violence... He dove in, swirling until I was a slave to the sensations he created. My orgasm crashed over me like an avalanche, but my eyes remained locked on the stained white fabric of my dress—a sign for my honor, my purity.
Both lost.
Both taken... No. Given.
Jungkook’s mouth traveled up my stomach, licking and nibbling, tongue flicking my nipple. He bit down lightly then soothed the spot with an open- mouthed kiss. His body covered mine, his palms pressed into the bed beside my head, the knife still clutched in his grasp. For a moment our eyes locked, and I hated him, hated myself, hated us both, because hate became harder to hold on to each day that I spent with him.
We both needed our hate, and yet it was slipping through our fingers like sand. There was no way to contain it. Lost. His dark eyes reflected my inner turmoil. Losing ourselves to each other.
My gaze returned to my dress when Jungkook thrust into me in one all- consuming merciless stroke. His mouth pressed up to my ear as he slammed into me angrily. “When I saw you in that dress, I knew I needed to be the one to rip your innocence from you. I knew I needed to be the one to make you bleed. Who knew you’d make me bleed in return?”
I shuddered, my throat tightening even as my body throbbed with traitorous pleasure. Finally I tore my gaze from the dress to glare up at Jungkook—my captor, my nemesis, my ruin ... and yet, despite what he’d taken from me, hatred wasn’t the only thing my weak, idiotic heart felt. But that was a truth I would take to my grave.
“I hate you,” I whispered as if saying the words aloud would make them true.
Jungkook’s eyes bore into mine, filled with emotions, his mouth twisting in a dark smile because he knew. He moved closer, tongue sliding along the seam of my lips. “Nothing tastes sweeter than your lips, even when they’re spewing lies, Queen.”
His next thrust hit deep, and I could not hold back. Blinding pleasure rushed through my body. My lips parted but I swallowed my cry. I wouldn’t give it to Jungkook. Not today. He bit down on my throat, and the force of my orgasm doubled. The moan clawed itself out of my throat. He couldn’t even allow me that small victory. His own face twisted with strain as he kept thrusting, shoulders flexing. He kissed my mouth softly then my ear, and I knew he would deliver words meant to break, words worse than any torture could ever be. I’d known it from the moment I’d seen his cold face this morning.
“You wanted to know why I need you to put on your wedding dress,” he rasped as his thrusts became less controlled.
My chest tightened with dread.
Jungkook kissed my ear again. “You see, I arranged a meeting with your Dad for tonight, and I promised to give you back. Louis will be there as well, and I thought he’d appreciate finally seeing you in your wedding dress. Even if I stole what you promised to him.”
Shock and fury crashed down on me, and I slapped Jungkook hard. He gripped my wrist and pressed it into the mattress over my head as he thrust into me again, eyes staking claim on me over and over again, taking more with every thrust. But he couldn’t lock me out anymore, because I, too, had laid claim to a part of him.
His body tightened, coiling tight with pleasure, and as always, my own traitorous body submitted to him again. I cried out. Jungkook linked our fingers, pressing them deeper into the mattress as his mouth found mine for a kiss full of anger and dominance. When he finally stilled on top of me, my eyes moved up to my dress.
“You are mine, Queen. Body and soul,” he rasped. And God help me, he spoke the truth.