Kill Me Or Kiss Me? (JenKook)

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Jungkook

I force myself to let go of her delicate neck. She sucks in a gasping breath.

"You were going to fucking kill me." I growl at her.

She frowns. "And strangling me was what? Foreplay? Get off me." She tries for authoritative but it's pathetic, really.

Wrapping my fingers around her wrists, I pull them up above her head and pin them in one hand. I brace the other hand beside her head in an attempt not to press every single part of me against her, and that's not for her benefit, trust me.

This shouldn't be hot in any way, but since I've met her I've discovered that violent women have an effect on me, and it doesn't get more violent than her.

Watching her gasp for breath, my hand wrapped around that slim neck of hers...the only thing that could make it more perfect is if I were balls deep inside her.

She tried to kill me and I have a fucking boner for it.

"I'm not doing your fucking job." She hisses through clenched teeth, panting.

Oh, she's got a mouth on her when she's pissed off.

Clenching my jaw, I bring my face close to hers, even though she refuses to look at me. "I took you for intelligent, jugeum. You're acting like a kid trying to play hero to her sister."

She yanks against my grip, bucking her body in an attempt to break free. "You have no intention of getting her back, do you?" She fights again, but it's feeble really. She's long lost the advantage.

Grabbing her jaw, I force her to look at me. "I gave you my word, didn't I? Are you questioning me?"

"You're a liar." She says quietly. Her lips part, her tongue flashing across them for the briefest moment.

I struggle to tear my eyes away from her mouth. My dick is rock-hard, and I know she can feel it. I don't fucking care.

"I don't lie." I say absentmindedly.

Her chest rises and falls heavily, pressing against me. When I meet her eyes again, they're on my mouth. Damn, she makes this difficult. Her teeth gently scrape over her full bottom lip and I fight with myself, because fuck knows this is the last woman on earth I should want to kiss, and yet, she's the only one I've ever wanted to put my mouth on this much.

Women are nothing more than a moment of pleasure to me, but Jennie... well, Jennie would be a world of pleasure and pain.

I want to fight her and tame her only for her to break free and do it all over again.

I want to strangle her while I fuck her and then fall asleep, never quite knowing whether I'll open my eyes again, or whether she'll put a bullet between them instead.

She's a challenge, the unattainable killer.

I could list every reason why this is bad, but right now not a single one comes to mind.

She reels me in like a magnet, and I fight it, but eventually..

Gripping her jaw, I force her to look into my eyes.

There's a beat, a moment where our eyes lock, and it's the rage in her eyes that pushes me over the edge.

Mercilessly, I slam my lips over hers. Her fucking mouth. I've thought about her perfect lips since the first time I saw her.

How many men have kissed her and actually lived to tell the tale?

For a second she freezes, and then her lips part and her tongue darts over my bloodied bottom lip. She moans into my mouth, the sound going straight to my dick.