My possessive husband

Chapter 8

Nobody's POV

Taehyung pushed Jungkook on the bed the moment they entered his bedroom. He was green in envy and red in anger.

Jungkook bounced on the bed at the impact. Sitting back, he noticed Taehyung taking his tie and blazer off, followed by his white shirt.

Even before Jungkook could register what was happening, Taehyung literally hovered over him and held his face with such a tight grip, his whole face ached.

"I have been enough good with you, love. But not anymore. You have tested my limits today."

Taehyung let go of his hold on Jungkook's face and started kissing his neck and shoulders with such an aggressive notion that Jungkook couldn't help but cry. Cry in pain and fear.

"Please...... stop. Don't do this. Please..."

Jungkook cried and screamed and squirmed under him to stop, but he didn't.

"Why should I? You're my wife. I have every right to see your body or even fuck you. Did you enjoy his touches? Is he so much better than me? Your own husband?"

Taehyung screamed at him in anger.

Taehyung had lost it all today. At that very moment he wanted to make Jungkook feel all the pain of the world, hurt him in such a way that never in his life he would dare to even look at a man besides him.

"Please.... don't. Nothing happened.."

Jungkook replied crying in fear and trying to push Taehyung off himself.

Taehyung pinned both of Jungkook's hands above his head as tight as he could, as he scoffed in anger

"Oh, really? The way his hand was on your waist and the times you apologized for stepping on his toes, nothing happened? Did you enjoy your time entiching him?"

"I didn't.. i didn't en.."

Jungkook was cut of as Taehyung again started to kiss him or more this time biting his collarbone and later soothing the same place with his tongue.

"How many men you have slept with love? Men must love you in bed."

"Please.. Please..stop Taehyung.. I didn't." Jungkook begged for him to stop this torture.

"No" Taehyung replied in a gruff voice as he continued to bite and nip on his certain spots.

Taehyung was trying to take the dress off Jungkook. That's when fear gripped Jungkook more tightly than ever.

Jungkook never thought he would be forced by his own husband. He started screaming and throwing off his arms and legs to get him off himself.

But as usual, Jungkook failed.

Holding Jungkook by his arms Taehyung threatened

"Don't you dare move, pretty boy. I swear, I will be more rough with you then. Or maybe you will love it, huh?"

Jungkook's eyes widened at the threat.

Jungkook didn't know what to do or how to prevent him from doing such a disaster. Jungkook was frozen in his place in shock.

"Hmmm... good." Taehyung said when Jungkook didn't move a muscle to get away from him still tasting Jungkook's delicate neck.

Taehyung wanted his wife all to himself. He was not a person who liked to share. He was determined to have him the very night.

"I wonder how soft your skin would feel under my touch." Taehyung spoke more to himself.

When Taehyung had almost took of Jungkook's dress from his legs to his waist, he again began to move.