IMPERIAL

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 | 47

And that was how mission 'throw off the bloody last bunker' started.

And quietly progressed as the royals used all of their brains on plotting over the plan. The layout of the factory was in their hands an hour after they had left Namjoon to the systems.

The man was explicable in handling devices and hacking that Rosaliá couldn't help but grin at him like a lunatic in love. She could swear she had heard Jungkook curse under his breath a few times when she had praised Joon over his skills.

The German advisor had pulled up his collar in pride when he had shoved the floor plan of the entire manor, level wise in front of them with distinct locations of rooms and exits.

The only thing required was to discreetly enter into their CCTV servers and handle out the footages. That issue was solved by Namjoon too, when he proposed that they keep faltering their video feeds on a regular basis but not often and on random timings.

This would not only make them think that there was something wrong with the servers but they would try to solve the problem too.

"But then wouldn't they find out that we have been tampering with their data base?" Yoongi had asked.

"No. When they would check they would just find video lags of around seven to ten minutes that were caused due to improper connection. The fact that we had been importing video footage live over here would never be known to them, unless we get caught while we are still in their server." Namjoon had told them when he had worked out the algorithm to break the firewall that was holding the camera outputs.

"Fucking hell. Looks like they never thought that someone would try to hack into their systems." He mumbled, as his fingers typed at a fast pace before he hit the enter making the three monitors in front of him, light up and one by one eight camera feeds started showing.

Armed men walking with women in scanty clothes, some of them talking in the corridors, large kitchens, rooms that looked highly valuable, displayed on the monitor.

"That's it. We are in." Namjoon beamed.

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The morning beams of the sun shined like never before. The soft chiffons of the curtains that had been covering up almost the entire window, the heat of the rays was being filtered as it let itself fall in the grand chambers of the Prince, who was busy in another kind of romance.

Hands and feet tangled in the silk sheets that felt so soft and smooth to touch, Rosaliá could swear she found herself slip off of it at times but the strong hold of the handsome Prince on her hips as he swerved into her in frequent intervals had made it difficult for her to just slip off the bed.

He was not going to let her go anywhere. Not like his actions intended so.

His hips grounded into her so deep that Rosaliá let out her gasps shamelessly calling his name, not fearing if the servants passing by would hear them. It wasn't even like the Prince was being subtle in his manners as well.

Stroking into the deepest parts of her tight core, the Prince grunted everytime she clenched around his proud girth. His elbows dropping down on either side of her, he kissed her fervently, taking all her mewls and delicious little cries as she tried to take him all in.

He moved himself in all and every direction inside her, making sure he touched and marked everything that he wanted to call his as his lips moved down her neck following the tiny sprinkles of sweat on her porcelain skin and landing on her perky nipples that were aching to be touched too.

His licks making her cry out, Rosaliá felt herself going crazy. Her hands lethargically going up to hold his head, she felt like her soul was rejuvenating at how intense the pleasure was. His lips sucking at her nipples, fondling her body, his hips rocking so smoothly in and out of her clenching hole, Rosaliá forgot just why she had been so submissive to him.

"Jungkook, I—" she cried out as her sweet climax touched every cell in her body and evaporated just when he started pounding into her as his hold tightened.

"I can't—" she breathlessly protested to him but the male just chuckled as he lifted both of her legs on his shoulders taking her into a new position.

"Yes you can, my love. I told you I am going to fuck you so good that when you work on that god forsaken death trap you should feel me everywhere, inside you, on you, fucking everywhere. So that you know," he grunted as he felt her clench around his still length as he spoke, "that you have to return back to me, safe and sound."

He said and bucked his hips harshly pounding into her in such a way that Rosaliá felt like she had been teleported into a land of smoke and lightness. And pressure...lots and lots of it.

"Oh god—" she cried out in return of his warning, which sounded dominating and intimidating to no lengths but she knew that his fear of letting her go alone on the land of their enemy was what had been baffling his mind for the last one week that they had been plotting.

If it were to him, the Busan Prince would have dropped the entire plan and locked her up in the chamber and made love to her day and night. But that wasn't possible when they had a looming threat to their lives while time passed through the slivers of their fingers like quicksand.

"Good god..." he groaned as his hands reached out to hold her neck as he pressed on it a bit and found the last string of his resilience snapping into two when he saw Rosaliá's tearful eyes rolling back as she exploded around him clenching so hard that he was left with no choice but to let go too as he emptied in her with loud grunts and a few more pumps into her.

Their sighs and breathless excitement as they stayed glued even if their gross sweaty bodies and the intense smell of sex around them said just how far the little persuasion that Jungkook had wanted to conduct in order to convince Rosaliá out of the plan had failed but the process had been worth it.

It had also cost the two of them a good night's sleep, but that wasn't worth a penny to how beautiful they had made each other feel.

"I can't make you rule this thing out of your priorities, can I?" He asked whispering the truth in his heart as he felt Rosaliá hugging his bare waist as the sheets tried their best to cover them but as if they cared.

"I am afraid, you can't." She said sniffling a bit making Jungkook look down at her as he wiped her cheeks dry and kissed her forehead.

"Just...be careful." He reluctantly allowed himself to say, although his inner voice was speaking the contrary.

"I am not going to fail you." She whispered with determination as she held his hand that was caressing her waist and pulled it up to hold it to her chest.

"I know you won't." He said, smiling at her.

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