The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

NINE

"Then take me as a good wife" she pecked again, her soaking wetness was enough to lubricate him. He flipped her frame and spread her legs wide apart. He placed his length on her entrance and slammed inside, pounding her like a beast.

She screamed his name gripping sheets. "Fucking hot..." he cussed, praising her and kept penetrating with deep thrusting. They were having an intense session for minutes.

"Her eyes!! Ohh Fuck it's so damn like you but fierce...ahh.." he growled, certainly he was thinking about another woman, as she halted on moaning.

"Wh-whatt eyesss!! Jimin.. W-Whoo?" His wife asked as her body was sweating and quivering due to deep thrusting. "You care huh? I'm fucking you good.. eyes on me.. ohh shitt.." he grunted.

She ignored and was enjoying the pleasure as he is the man who admires tough and strong women. After a keen orgasm he got up planting a tender kiss on her forehead. 

"I'm afraid if you'd lead the same fate as your mother.. I guess it started happening already and I feel bad for you sometimes!!" he mumbled to her sleeping figure.

Draped in a robe, he lit a cigarette with a click of his lighter, placing it back on the nightstand before stepping onto the spacious balcony accessible through glass doors.

Feeling a sense of amusement, he inhaled the chilly air, taking a long drag and exhaling minty smoke from his mouth and nostrils, demons dancing in his head to calm them down as he was looking at the peaceful yet dreadful environment.

"Chang Yn..!! You should be here, Jungkook can't hide you anymore..!!" a sinister grin plastered on his face.

"But why had he made such a deal? For what? What more secrets do you have? you must be really very special. Can't wait to put my hands on you!!" crushing the cigarette in his hand. 

"Fuckk" he swore, throwing the cigarette away, sucking his thumb.

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(Yn's Pov)

The following morning, I awoke and hurriedly took a bath before donning the stunning gown Mr. Jeon had sent me.

After admiring my reflection in the mirror, I applied light makeup and adorned the emerald ring with the white pendant, which perfectly complemented my appearance.

"You're really so pretty, Yn! Mom was a gorgeous woman. You've inherited her features! Mom Dad, your daughter has found her man! Make him confess too!!" I prayed with determination and hope.

Spritzing on some essence and wearing contrasting heels, I exited through the back elevator and entered his chamber.

"Mr. Jeon..!!" I called out, eager to display my appearance, but received no response. I diligently searched every room.

Quickly stepping outside, I spotted the guards who seemed baffled by my presence. As I walked, they followed me everywhere.

"Why are you following me?" I questioned, coming to a halt. "Ma'am, your security is our utmost priority," one of them replied.

"What? I'm in Jeon's building. Who could harm me here? Ain't I safe?" My counter question made them nod in agreement.

"Signoria! You're safe here, but Master ordered us not to let you overexert yourself," the guard clarified.

"What did you just call me?" I was aware they sometimes used native terms, but I didn't understand the reference.

"For us, you're our Master until Master returns!" the guard informed, leaving me even more flabbergasted. Does it makes me supreme?