Asmodeus- the God of LUST ✅

19. Half the truth

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JIMIN-

MORNING

I wake up with her chest pressed against me. From what I recall after almost seven or eight rounds, she was utterly famished and tired. I made her some bread jam, as maybe a midnight snack, which she enjoyed before laying on top of me.

Her hair was tied around my fist as she took me gracefully in her mouth, swallowing every drop of me. My pride exploded, this woman would be on her knees and still be in control of me. And when she looks at me from her blue crystals and fluttering lashes, god, every-fucking-time, I come undone.

I carefully slide her onto her side before getting out of bed. The sheets cover her beautiful curvylicious frame and I must say yesterday brought peace to me. It's like some of the weight has been lifted from my shoulders. 

I need her as much as I need oxygen to survive at this point. I love her, I remember saying those exact words to her. Earlier when the boys would make fun of me for being the emotionless, and heartless bastard... I'd simply shrug it away.

But now, when I know how much she makes me feel that I am on the verge of breaking every time she's in danger should be enough evidence of my heart and emotions with her.

I chuckle at the memory of her explaining about the tattoo, "I have my mom's diary. She has these drawn all over the pages. Just these butterflies in different forms and nothing else. I got this tattoo in need to be closer to her. I thought she'd be with me this way."

Of course, her mother would be obsessed with butterflies. I kiss the top of her head before heading to the bathroom. We have important work left, I can't forego the threat of Andrew being in my city, in my territory, terrorizing my woman.

I dress up in my suit, finding her still deep asleep in my bed. A sight that I can't get enough of. A sight enough to make me hard. I look down at the bulge forming in my pants and curse the living shit out of myself.

It's like I have turned into a 16-year-old teenager without any libido control around her.

I find it difficult to leave her alone, but I do just that to clear my mind and have some work done... Starting with finding the bastard and dragging him to the basement for a long meeting.

"Sir we got the location of Andrew, he was here outside your club last night," Ben says fidgeting with his tie. Knowing very well he disappointed me.

"Uh-huh?" I question looking up from the tumbler and watching his limbs shake. "Sir, I know we got the information late, he-" he gulps as I stand seeing the notification in my phone. "I'll deal with you later Ben, if I didn't get her back yesterday night, you'd be lying 6 feet deep under the ground by now." I start to walk but pause, tilting my head back.

"I'd hate to lose a loyal man in my team, they are hard to find Ben. So be a little more responsible from now on yeah... Don't repeat the mistake."

With that, I walk out of the office in the lower level 1 to the lift. As I reach the ground floor, I make my way toward the living room where I see her wearing just my black t-shirt. Her bruises are more prominent today than they were last night. A similar ink peeps out from the long t-shirt she wore, the way my cock jumps to life seeing her before me like this.