Jungkook: Kitten… is that how you greet the man who just saved you?
Jungkook leans in, his grip on her wrist tightening, and brings her hand to his lips to lick up the spilled drops of whiskey. The velvety feel of his tongue sends tingles rushing through her body, and then he murmurs.
Jungkook: Never waste a drop. The door clicks shut behind them
Y/n: Shit. My last chance to escape, gone like a whisper in the wind because I let him distract me.
She whispered. Y/n try to jerk free, but it’s no use. He’s much stronger than she is. He snatches the glass from her hand and then releases her. Rubbing her painful wrist, she scowl at him and hiss.
Y/n: Stop calling me kitten. His brow rises playfully
Jungkook: You still haven’t told me your name, remember?
His eyes travel down her body, paying close attention to each crevice and exposed inch of bare skin. He takes an acute interest in her nipples, which have peaked from the cold. Her cheeks heat, and she swallow hard. Reluctantly she offer.
Y/n: My name’s Y/n. That gets him to look her straight in the eyes
Jungkook: Y/n.
The way he says her name, with such an erotic darkness in his voice, makes her think of all the dirty things she really shouldn’t be thinking about.
Y/n pov: Stop it, y/n. Just stop!
Jungkook: What a beautiful name. He brings the glass to his lips and takes a casual sip from the remaining amber liquid “Mhh…” He almost purrs “Just like you will be when I finally get a taste.”
Y/n nostrils flare, but she don’t respond. She is sure he’s just taunting her, but it’s working. Especially with that devilishly handsome suit he’s wearing.
It can barely handle the ripped muscles hiding underneath … and the thick, throbbing cock clearly visible behind his zipper. She gulp. She swallow hard on the unwelcome burst of the desire shooting through her body.
Jungkook: See something you like, kitten? he asks, slowly tilting his head in a predatory way before he takes another sip “You can have it if you like. All you need to do is ask.”
Y/n: Fuck you.
She growl. She shouldn’t respond, but she can’t stop herself. This man makes her do stupid things, and he knows it. Y/n look behind and around her, trying to find anything to hit him or threaten with, anything to guarantee her freedom.
The cloth on the couch … Maybe she could use it to strangle him. It’s a stretch, but it might be worth a shot if it gets me out of this bunker. He lets out a dark chuckle, wagging his finger at her.
Jungkook: Don’t even think about it, kitten.
Jungkook moves his jacket to the side, revealing a gun hidden beneath the expensive fabric. Of course, why did I even think I stood a chance? dhe sigh and look away, frustrated as hell at herself and the impossible scenario she is stuck in.
Jungkook: Tell me something, y/n. he says, emphasizing her name like it’s a dirty word. In his mouth, it is. she shiver uncontrollably “Do you want to kill me?”
Y/n: Like you’d let me try. she retort, briefly glancing at the gun
Jungkook: But you want to, don’t you? he pushes “You think I’m bad for buying you, and you want to punish me.”
Y/n lips part, but she can’t find the words. She don’t know what she really want. A part of her wants him dead because it’s easier. Because it will give her a chance to escape. Because it will give her power. Because it will bring her closer to her parents’ murderers, which is something she can’t forget about. Even now when it seems she is destined to become this man’s prisoner.
But another part of her desperately wants to find out why Jungkook bought her … and what he’s going to do with her. And it freaks her out that she even wants to know.
Y/n: I… haven’t decided… yet.
She replies, licking her dry lips. The movement of her tongue makes his eyes lower to her lips, and then he smiles.
Jungkook: That’s good. For both our sakes. He closes the meager distance she’ve managed to gain, which puts her on edge again. She immediately leans away as he reaches out. He seems surprised. “You don’t have to be frightened of me, kitten. I won’t hurt you,” he said. As if she’ll believe a single thing he says*
Jungkook hand rises to touch her face, and in a moment of weakness, y/n yield. She desperate for that gentle human touch she’ve missed so much, even in the short amount of time she’ve been there. These people are cruel beyond reason. And for some reason, Jungkook doesn’t strike her as a complete merciless monster. Not in the same way as the other men who are there. Cruel, but something’s below the cruelty… something she can’t quite figure out.
But y/n don’t trust him. Not until he’s proven himself to her, which she doubt will happen. After all, he is still a Mafia, and Mafias will cheat, lie, and steal to get whatever they want. And right now… he wants her.
Y/n: What do you want from me?
She asks as he gently caresses her cheek. The soft touch offers her some comfort. It takes him a few seconds to answer, as long as it takes for a shimmer to glow in his eyes.
Jungkook: Everything.
Goose bumps scatter all across her skin, making her shudder. Tears well up in her eyes. From the look on Jungkook’s face, he will not be denied. For the first time, y/n start to consider she may not make it out of there.
Y/n: Let me go. she whisper. She hate herself for begging, but she is terrified of what will happen if she don’t “Let me go back to my life.”
Jungkook laughs briefly and viciously.
Jungkook: Kitten, you have no life to go back to anymore. The darkness in his eyes makes her heart stop “You died in that strip club.” her eyes widen
Y/n: That can’t—”
Jungkook: Happen? he fills in for her “It can. The police will confirm it. Paperwork, dental records, the whole nine yards. I can show the proof if you don’t believe me. All fake, of course, but who will look close enough to discover the truth?” her jaw drops. Can they really do this? How is this kind of thing even possible? Erasing humans off the map just like that? She thought
Jungkook: In fact, all the women were reported as dead. he continues “None of you will ever go back home.” He takes a sip of the whiskey as though his words didn’t just destroy her entire world “You’re lucky you’re still alive … and that I’m the one who bought you.”
Y/n pov: What a fucking monster. How dare he say that as though I should be happy about it? I am not some damn accessory.
In her anger, she spit at him, and it lands right on his face. Jungkook’s smile disappears at once, replaced by a kind of arrogant fury that could strike terror into any girl’s heart. He seizes her arm, his fingers digging into her skin as he yanks her right against his body.
Jungkook: Make no mistake. he growls “I am your owner now, whether you like it or not. I decide what happens to you. So it’s in your best interest to do exactly as I say. Do you understand?”
The deadly look on his face promises her he isn’t kidding. Her life is in danger. She just don’t know if it’s because of those damn monsters or because of him.
Y/n: What will you do with me then? she ask, fear snaking around her heart “Are you going to kill me after you’ve had your way with me?” His nostrils flare. They are so close she can smell the alcohol on his breath
Jungkook: I haven’t decided yet. Giving him a look filled with the disgust she feels, she scoff
Y/n: Well, then, you’re just like the rest of them. His pupils dilate, and a dark expression mars his face
Jungkook: Don’t compare me to those fuckers. I’m nothing like them. Nothing. y/n tilt her head in the face of danger and challenge him
Y/n: Prove it. He stares at her for a moment before saying
Jungkook: Don’t tempt me, kitten.
A defiant smile slowly creeps onto her face.
Y/n: You can’t, can you? You don’t want to… because you actually care.
He takes a huge sip of the whiskey, finishing the glass before chucking it at the wall. She doesn’t flinch even though his rage makes her heart rate shoot up. She can’t show any emotion near this man. Doing so will mean surrendering the only thing she have left—her soul.
Suddenly, Jungkook grips her hair in a fist, and his body pushes hard against mine until her back slams into a wall.
Jungkook: You think I don’t know how to play this game? Wrong. He yanks y/n hair, forcing her head back and exposing her neck to him “I bought you because I wanted to, because I liked the way your tits look in this skimpy little bikini, and because I want to shove my cock into your aching, wet pussy.”
He breathes against her cheek, spilling filthy words into her ear.
Jungkook: I don’t care about anything other than satisfying my needs, and right now, that’s seeing you squirm from my touch.
His tongue dips out to lick her skin, and her body shivers in reply. From the corner of her eye, she spot him pulling out a knife from his pocket, and she instantly flinch. He brings it up to her throat, pointing it at her for just a second.
Y/n closed her eyes, wishing she hadn’t spoken up, wishing she hadn’t resisted. All the training she pushed herself through to be able to fight back, and in the end, she is going to go out not with a bang but with a pathetic, desperate whimper. He cuts the ties of her bikini top, and the whole piece falls to the ground, leaving her breathless. And half-naked. The satisfied grumble from him sets her skin on fire.
Jungkook: Beautiful. he murmurs, and lifting a hand, his palm covers her breast “Supple and sweet.”
He twists her nipple and pinches hard until she have to bite her lip to stop a scream from coming out. He tucks the knife back into his pocket, only to show off the fact that he still has the gun. He wants her to know he has all the power… and she is left to his every whim.
In a flash, he spins her around and shoves her against the wall. His hand slithers around her throat.
Jungkook: Such a pretty girl with such a feisty personality. What should I do with you, hmm? Give you pain? Fuck your every orifice? Make you come and scream my name? He smiles against her ear “Maybe I’ll do all of that.”
Jungkook hand dives down along the crevice between her breasts, taking ample time to shower them with attention until her nipples are as hard as rocks again. She struggle to keep breathing, not to let him see any of her excitement … especially when his hand slides down between her thighs. Her legs fail to stay clenched together as his fingers dive between her slit. He nudges her thighs apart, forcing her to accept him as he circles around her clit.
He presses a kiss onto her skin near her neck, right there on that sensitive spot, and it makes her quiver with need.
Y/n pov: Oh, I hate it. I hate it so fucking much, but I can’t stop it.
Because a part of her loves it, too. And he won’t stop either as he slithers down farther. He knows exactly what to do, how to tease her, how to tempt her, how to make y/n want to moan. But she refuse to give him that pleasure.
Until he goes inside, one finger, then two, thrusting into her with every bit of his power. He wants her to know he’s in control… and that she has no choice. She can’t fight back. Even if she wanted to, she is left powerless by the sheer ecstasy of her throbbing clit and pussy.
Jungkook: This … this is what you need. he murmurs into her ear, his voice low and deadly “For a man to claim what belongs to him. Me. You’re so fucking wet for me, kitten. I know you want this … you’ve wanted it ever since our eyes locked in that club.”
Y/n eyes widen, but she can’t respond because he’s covered her mouth with his other hand.
Jungkook: You don’t have to say it. he says “I recognize a woman’s longing from a mile away. I can sense it. Smell it.” He buries his nose in her hair and inhales a deep breath “Taste it.”
As suddenly as he entered, he pulls out of her, and she is left with a desperation she can’t describe. He brings his hand to his nose and inhales her scent on his fingers.
Y/n pov: Holy shit. I don’t know whether I’m horrified or even more turned on.
Jungkook: Heat.
He says, a devious smile accompanying the words. His tongue dips out, and he licks the wetness off like it’s a treat. She wants to slap him so hard right now, but she doesn’t. Fighting back got a knife to her threat a few minutes ago, so she needs to find another approach. If she is going to survive… She have to play his game. Still, she can’t help but pull his other hand from her mouth, and then she grind out between clenched teeth.
Y/n: I hate you. Jungkook tilts his head
Jungkook: We’ll see about that.
His fingers wrap around her throat, pushing her against the wall until her lungs release all the air they kept inside. His cock pushes right up against her as though he wants her to know how much this excites him.
Jungkook other hand dives right back into her bikini bottoms again. This time, he’s all in, completely overwhelming her with his swiveling and circling fingers until she is a hotheaded mess of complicated emotions and needs. All y/n want is to yell and come as her body aches for release. The two are intertwined like devils dancing on her shoulders as she fights for a breath, fight to stop this inevitable plunge into the depths of darkness. But y/n can’t, no matter how hard she tries. He’s got her under his spell.
Jungkook: Yes, that’s it, kitten. Let go. Come for me. he murmurs, pressing another kiss on her neck that undoes her “Let me feel you come on my hand.”
He plunges two fingers into her once again and reaches for the spot, the one he already knows how to find so well. And within seconds, she explode with delicious orgasmic ripples flowing through her weakened body.
A treacherous moan slips over y/n parted lips. One moan slipping out is all it takes to make his cock jerk against her bikini. But she felt it. He grunts like an animal as his fingers slip out of her, and he turns her around, forcing y/n to her knees. Within seconds, he’s unbuckled his belt, ripped down his zipper, and pulled his dick out. The sheer size of it makes her swallow and focus on it, despite knowing full well he’s a fucking monster and that she shouldn’t want any of this.
But y/n does. Deep down in the darkest parts of her she wasn’t aware existed until now, she wants every inch of him. He jerks himself off right in front of her in one, two, three strokes. He groans out loud, and a warm jet of seed squirts onto her breasts, covering her in it. Nothing is left spared as it drips down onto her bikini and thighs. There are even a few drops on her lips.
Violent breaths emanate from his muscled chest. His broad shoulders rise and fall, and at that moment, all she can think of is that this man is a beast… one she cannot possibly hope to tame. The next moment, he shoves his dick back into his pants and zips up as though nothing happened. Then he grabs her face, brushing his thumb across her lips to wipe up that cum only to push it into her mouth.
Jungkook: Good, kitten…
He murmurs. Y/n makes a promise to herself, right then and there. She’ll make him regret ever giving her that nickname. He turns around to face away from her, probably to gather himself.
Jungkook: Put on the bikini top.
Y/n: You cut it.
She replies. He glances at me over his shoulder.