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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...
“Seriously, how many cottages have you Kims built?” Kang Yeri asked in amusement. She has been to three of them including the Lakehouse.
Jungkook laughed. “Probably five or six. We’ll visit the rest in coming months,” he teased.
The Kim Lakehouse had a breathtaking view on the outside.
Especially with the setting sun. “Why the Lakehouse? Why not our cottage?” she asked.
“Family tradition,” he answered huskily. He didn’t elaborate. Neither did she ask him to. Because she was distracted by the look on his face as he watched her.
Her heart began to thud as he closed the distance between them.
“I love you, you know that, right?” he asked, cupping her breast and then moving his palm lower to settle his palm over her heart.
“You’ve repeated that thousands of times, Kim,” she said softly.
“It’s good that you remember, Mrs. Kim,” said Jungkook, stressing the Mrs.
That morning, they had gotten married in a small, low-key ceremony at the Kang Mansion.
Her people had wanted a bigger celebration, but out of respect for her grandfather’s death and also due to the increasing tensions with the Lees, they held off on a big celebration.
“It’s good you know that I love you because I am going to do some really filthy things to your body that might make you question my love and devotion to you,” he said.
“Oh yeah?” she challenged softly, seeing his hooded, predatory smile.
“Yeah,” he drawled. “I thought I would make slow sweet love to you because it’s our wedding night and we are at the Lakehouse where generations of Kims brought their newly-wedded wives here to begin their marriage. I thought I would make you feel cherished and worshiped. But then, you decide to wear that for our wedding night.” He pointed and looked in an accusing manner at her sheer nightdress Y/n had gifted her for the occasion.
Kang Yeri laughed. “Are you sure it’s the nightdress?” she asked. “If I recall, you were giving me similar heated and accusing looks during the ceremony as well.”
“Hell, yes. You looked breathtaking. And your wedding attire reminded me of the dress you had worn to Tae-hyung and Y/n’s wedding. I hated you at that time and I wanted you gone from there. But first, I wanted to throw you on the dais and do some filthy things to you before I sent you on your way.”
Kang Yeri laughed once again. She and Jungkook have come a long way since. In barely a year, the feelings of hate had transformed into a deep, abiding and everlasting love.
She hadn’t prayed much before. But she knew that going forward, she was going to count her blessings every single day.
She would thank God for giving her Jungkook.
She knew everything in their world wasn’t magically okay. It was far from being perfect.
They still had a lot of challenges. Mimo was still missing and the hunt to find her was still ongoing. Jungkook was still frantically looking for his younger brother. And both she and Jungkook wanted to know what had happened at the temple before the massacre took place.
But while obstacles and the problems of their lives remained, whenever they were with each other, nothing seemed that big or unconquerable. They knew they would ultimately accomplish what they set their minds to.
They spent every spare minute they could find with each other, discovering things and falling more in love with each other.
Yeri’s thoughts were distracted when Jungkook picked her up and carried her to the bed. He placed her on it and crawled on top of her, balancing his weight on his arms. His bulging muscles and the possessive look on his face heated her blood.
She smiled sultrily. “I don’t need slow or sweet love, Kim. Give me all you have,” she ordered.
“Tell me you are mine,” he demanded softly as he picked up her thigh and held it in a firm grip at the crook of his elbow.
“I’m yours,” she said, preparing for a mind-blowing night.
As promised, Jungkook did do things that weren’t sweet or romantic. Luckily for them, she didn’t want sweet or romantic all the time. She preferred dirty and raw. She wanted their breaths to mingle while they gasped for air. She wanted their gazes to collide while they lost control.
She loved watching him as he lost his control while she pleasured him, and she loved the feel of being at the edge on top of a mountain when he drove her insane and out of control.
She felt nothing but mind-blowing pleasure that night while the man who filled her heart and soul—also filled up her body.
Much later into the night, when their need turned into a slow simmer, he became tender. He ran his nose gently over her cheek and neck before he began to place soft, gentle kisses over her face and then her body. When he reached her stomach, he lingered. He placed several kisses where their child was resting inside.
His eyes met hers. “Forever,” he stated.
“Forever,” she confirmed softly.
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