Ｓｔｏｒｙｌｉｎｅ
Jungkook is a powerful businessman, London returns, a brutal fighter, and born in a privileged Kim family. One project forced him to work and stay with his enemy, whose secrets he hid for a long time. He has only one piece of a page but wa...
Jungkook woke up slowly to the smell of roses and sex. With a smile, he reached out a hand next to him on the bed, but his hand met with an empty space.
His smile turned into a frown when he heard a familiar clicking noise. When he opened his eyes, his frown melted away while the sight in front of him aroused him instantly.
Kang Yeri was standing next to the bed with a thoroughly rumpled look, pointing her gun at him.
The gun he ignored, but the woman holding the gun took his breath away.
Her hair was a complete mess. Her lips were swollen and red, and he could see the small bruises over her neck. He knew there would be similar bruises in other places over her body.
His body heated even more as he recalled quite clearly how she looked under the shirt she now wore. Her body was lean and tight, covered with soft and smooth golden skin that he had explored every inch of last night with his lips, teeth, and tongue.
His eyes fell on her hips that were currently covered by her pants. But his mind clearly recalled the small tattoo of a thorny red rose on her hip.
He had never found tattoos to be sexy in any way. But on her... he had growled like a rabid dog and gone crazy when he had seen her tattoo.
Combined with the delicate chain around her waist, he found it so hot, he more or less attacked her like a starving man.
"Get out of my bed," her voice interrupted his lustful thoughts.
When he didn't move or say anything, her eyes fell on his now fully erect cock. "You are disgusting," she said.
Stopping himself from grabbing her and pulling her on top of him, he sat up lazily. Instead of getting off the bed as she had ordered him, he leaned back. "You know, men aren't the only ones who have obvious signs of arousal," he said, looking pointedly towards her aroused nipples that were visible through her shirt.
She had spectacular breasts that were full and firm. He recalled how his mouth had watered at the first sight of them before he ended up spending a significant amount of time with them last night.
He was glad he had ripped her bra last night along with her panties.
That meant she had nothing under her cotton pants.
"Shut up. And get out of here before I begin to shoot," he heard her say.
He dragged his eyes away from her chest. His eyes then fell on her plush and carnal mouth which always made him think lustful thoughts. But currently her lips were pressed together, the only indication of her anger.
Her face remained blank. "I said, get out."
He yawned and stretched, and then placed his arms behind his head.
Sunlight streamed in through the window next to him. He smiled when her eyes fell on his bare chest and stayed. She stared at him as though she wasn't sure if she was mesmerized or disgusted.
"You are getting repetitive, darling," he said in a deliberately bored tone even though his blood heated in his veins as he recalled the memories of the previous night.
"You already asked me to get out last night. But we both know how it ended." He didn't know why he was taunting her. But he wanted to see a reaction on her face, rather than the closed-off look.
Her eyes moved away from his chest and fell on his face before flaring wide with anger. She re-pointed the gun towards him. And then, pressed the trigger.
A loud noise filled the room. The cement, plaster, and wood shattered next to him. He felt a splinter piercing his arm as it lodged deep into the skin.
Trying hard not to flinch or react in any way, he casually slid the jewelled knife out from under the pillow and began to dig out the splinter from his arm.
"How dare you touch my knife!" she said in outrage.
Gritting his teeth, his kept his eyes down on the task. He removed the splinter and threw it away.
She came closer and snatched the knife away from him. "Do not ever touch my things!"
He lost the fight to maintain his cool. He glared at her. "If you recall, last night, I have already touched more than just your knife," he grated.
Her neck and ears reddened visibly. "Last night was a mistake. I don't ever want you to talk or mention it again. Now get out!"
Jungkook was furious. The woman in front of him was the only one who had the capability of making him angry or upset within a split second. Before he gave in to the urge of strangling her, he got off the bed. He deliberately loomed over her in his naked and aroused state. But she didn't step back or flinch at the anger blazing in his eyes. Her eyes were spitting equal amount of fire as she stared back.
Fury filled him that she had pressed the trigger even though he knew she had deliberately pointed the gun a few inches away from his head towards the wall. Before he was tempted to grab her to either spank her or kiss her swollen red lips, he walked towards her office desk where his clothes were lying on the ground. He pulled up his boxers and trousers and then put on his torn shirt. He grabbed his phone and went towards the door. Then turning back to glare at her one last time, he walked out and banged the door shut behind him.
Bloody, exasperating woman!
He knew that even though she currently hated herself for enjoying their night together, she had wanted him as much as he did her.
He walked into the shower in his office and stood under the spraying water. He felt the stings burn on his back where she had scratched and also bitten him in passion, reminding him of how after he had her on the desk, he had carried her to the bed where she had been with him every step of the way. They went at it all night, until faint morning light came through the windows. And even then, when their movements had turned sluggish and clumsy, they had both been reluctant to end it anytime soon. Until exhaustion had finally taken over, and they passed out in each other's arms.
Then why the hell was she behaving as though she had been a reluctant innocent virgin and he was a villain who had forced her into it?
He clenched his fists in anger and frustration.
He had always been a slave to his desire when it came to her. Having her only increased that desire. But he knew he needed to keep away from her as much as possible, or they would either end up sleeping together again, or she would succeed in shooting him, ending his agony.
Right then, he wasn't sure which choice he preferred. Being stuck in a constant loop of lust and hatred or getting shot at. . . . Don't forget to vote 🙂
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