His grip on that glass of champagne suddenly lost its strength; if not for his fast reflexes, he would indeed have dropped it down. Watching you entering the aisle to give your vows to another man was a bullet to his heart which he painfully took.
"...
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In contrast with the freezy temperature outside, the room was warm, and their bodies were borderline scorching, thanks to the heater that was set to maximum but not only; many were the reasons behind the hotness that was condensing the room and making its walls trickle, for example, the candle he kept repeatedly lighting it wick until the wax melted and the warmth emitted from naked bodies grinding against each other.
"On all four, now." He ordered, eyes focused on the candle he was holding, locks sweaty and sticking to his forehead.
She obeyed, bending the way he wanted with her breasts colliding with the bed and ass leveled with his bulged shaft; curious to look at the man whom she wanted to please, she dared to turn her head and steal a glimpse, a glance that she would have stayed better off without as it was one token without permission.
"You know me, Rachel, if there's a thing I hate the most in this world, that would be defiance," resting the candle on the nightstand, Jungkook leaned forward and grabbed the woman by her waist assertively from behind, his angry breaths filled more with lust than any other component human body contained fanning her neck. At the same time, his hand sneaked around her neck in a grip that kept running far from softness toward roughness, "or are you a masochist? Do you enjoy it when I lose my temper?"
"Jungkook, I—
"Rachel, oh dear Rachel," Jungkook interrupted, eyes shut in frustration; he slid his slender finger inside her mouth while the other hand held her hip in place, "tell me, who gave you permission to call me by my name?"
"I apologize, Mr.Jeon," the words left her mouth along with a guttural scream as he let the hot wax drip on her back, his free hand making sure she stayed in place without distracting him with undesirable moves as he pounded inside her without previous announcement.
Her body became the canvas on which he drew patterns representing his sadistic desires, her ass cheeks red and decorated with palm prints, her back was the valley, and the wax flowing on it became the river that would be the final touch before he finished his painting lesson. The masterpiece was complete as his seeds spattered her back and became the accented drawing style he liked.
Some people inhale the affirmation they seek from their environment, and without it, they die. They develop into control maniacs just to prove their strength, mainly because they've none. Therefore, they adhere to the supreme rule "fake it until you make it" or because their environment has violently suppressed their opinion, which often ends in a complex from which they desperately try to escape throughout their lives, manipulating and imposing themselves on others.
Either way, those specimens are threats to society.
He released his grip around her waist, which led Rachel to drop flat on the bed due to lack of energy; Jungkook had his preferences regarding sex, and Rachel was aware of that fact and never opposed it. However, the man took it to another level this time; he made sure to find a way to vent his anger and what better way to do that than sex?
