The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

TWENTY - FIVE

"What the hell is this? Isn't it justified in your world, sleep....." He cut her off.

"Fuck sake, don't utter a word... or else, I don't know what I'm going to do with you. Let me be as gentle with you as I can... take me like you used to," he leaned over her, slightly inclining her head over the bed rest.

He placed her cuffed hands above her head and tangled them with a metal rod, as if he was prepared with that. He unbuckled his belt and grabbed the needle, keeping it close to her skin. She gulped, seeing him aggressive and anticipating further actions. "Jeon?"

"What? Are you scared of what I might do to you, huh?" He threw the injection, attaching his forehead with hers. Tracing his fingers slowly along her face. "Did he caress your face like this?" He inquired breathing on her lips.

By tilting her head, she abruptly jerked his hand away. "Better!" she responded, further fueling his fury. His fists clenched as he nuzzled into her neck, trailing kisses along her skin and tugging her earlobe with his lips. He sucked mouthful on her bare shoulder, making her whimper.

She gave him more access as her eyes shut with those sensual touches. Her breathing became unstable, and he could feel her tremors. His hand moved onto her chest, feeling her rhythmic heartbeats.

"You already know the truth," he whispered in her ear and squeezed her boob abruptly as she opened her eyes, resisting him. "This touch is the only one that stirs your pleasures, you're bound to me." 

She arched an eyebrow, her tone laced with sarcasm, "Oh, so my whole existence is under your spell?" She chuckled, thinking how good he is with words and how these words always stopped her doubting him.

He nodded, "You're mine, my captive, dancing to the melodies only I compose." He proudly announced.

"Whoa Bravo!! look at you, the composer of illusions. Your captive is just waiting to applaud your delusions Mr. Jeon. Free my hands for fucking once, I'll pin you down in no time." She mocked, moving her shoulders.

"That's how badly you want to have me beneath you. Huh?" He pecked her lips but soon his smile dropped and gaze turned dark as his hand made a strong grip around her throat causing her to breathe heavily.

"I'll make you forget his every touch, you're mine to do everything. You're my canvas Skyla, I paint your fate in the shades of my desires, going deeper and deeper." He pulled her into a squelching nasty kiss.

This kiss was no ordinary display of affection, it was a stark assertion of ownership, marked by its aggressiveness. Their lips pressed together forcefully, moulding like a perfect paintbrush on the canvas of their passion. Her heart pounded, and her breath quickened as the intense kiss ignited a cascade of desire between them.

Recalling his controlling words, once more she fumed. She bit his lips, making him pull back. "I'm not here just to satisfy your desires Jeon," she retaliated. 

"You will.." Standing upright closer to her face and lowering his pants with a boxer, his length sprung out making her gulp. "What's this behaviour Jungkook??" She questioned not expecting it like that.

"Wae? Didn't you enjoy it a lot.. didn't you like when you suck your daddy off?" he teased, and began jerking his cock in front of her mouth and it started exciting her.

Today, the sun rose differently, something was in her favour and some uncertainty. Despite the searing pain of betrayal smouldering within her, she was determined to do whatever it took before her last breath.

She was feeling his obsession over her, only to realize he desired her only physically, giving her everything except what truly mattered. With his every claiming touch, she was surrendering herself before him once more.