FIFTY SHADES OF JEON || BOOK 2 JIKOOK ✅ (18*)

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JUNGKOOK POV

"Not a fan of Bach's Goldberg Variations?" he asks.

"Not that piece."

He gazes down at me, trying
and failing to hide the shame
in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." he says again.

"Why did you do that?"

My voice is barely audible as
I try to process my scrambled thoughts and feelings.

He shakes his head sadly and closes his eyes.

"I got lost in the moment." he says unconvincingly.

I frown at him and he sighs.

"Jimin, orgasm denial is a standard tool in—You never—"

He stops.

I shift in his lap and he winces.

Oh. I flush.

"Sorry." I mutter.

He rolls his eyes, then leans
back suddenly, taking me with him so that we're both lying
on the bed, me in his arms.

He shifts so he's looking down
at me and tentatively raising
his hand, he strokes his
fingers gently down my face.

Tears pool in my eyes again.

How can he be so callous one minute and so tender the next?

"Please don't cry." he whispers.

I'm dazed and confused by
this man, My anger has
deserted me in my hour of need . . . I feel numb.

I want to curl up in a ball and withdraw. I blink, trying to hold back my tears as I gaze into
his  eyes.

I take a shuddering breath,
my eyes not leaving his. What am I going to do with this controlling man? Learn to be controlled? I don't think so . . .

"I never what?" I ask

"Do as you're told."

"You changed your mind, you didn't tell me where you were."

"Jimin, I was in New York, powerless and livid."

"If I'd been in Seattle I'd have brought you home."

"So you are punishing me?"

He swallows, then closes
his eyes.

He doesn't have to answer
and I know that punishing
me was his exact intention.

"You have to stop doing
this." I murmur.

His brow furrows.

"For a start, you only end up feeling shittier about yourself."

He snorts.

"That's true." he mutters.

"I don't like to see you
like this."

"And I don't like feeling like
this, You said on the that you hadn't married a submissive."

"I know."

"I know."

His voice is soft and raw.

"Well stop treating me like one."

"I'm sorry I didn't call you."

"I won't be so selfish again."

"I know you worry about me."

He gazes at me, scrutinizing
me closely, his eyes bleak
and anxious.

"Okay.

"Good." he says eventually.