ɪɴᴋᴇᴅ ʙy ᴀ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ( ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ꜰꜰ )

chap 03

Jungkook

I finish the last of my coffee, slamming the mug down and leaning back in my office chair.

My tattooing station is in the corner, but there's a white sheet over the whole thing. It's always that way, drawing curious looks from anybody I'm meeting with.

That's how I like it. Let them imagine it's some torture device. Let them dream up a thousand scenarios to keep them scared and obedient so they don't go into the city and hurt innocent people.

They know they'd have me to answer to.

My mind is burning with the image of the woman.

It's like a tattoo on the inside of my eyelids every time I close my eyes.

I thought she might fade when I left the party and came into the back room.

As the pumping of the music grew quieter, I thought maybe she'd drift away, and I could let go of this crazed compulsion.
But it's only gotten stronger.

I only looked at that woman for a few seconds, and she's had more of an effect on me than anybody ever has.

I can't explain it. I can't even try to.

I knew this would happen, though, one day. I hoped for it.
Perhaps I stopped believing anybody could pierce this thick armor I've had to grow, the armor that comes along with being the boss and making the tough calls.

But she has.

I don't even know her name.

A knock comes at the door, loud and confident. None of my men would ever knock like that.

"Yes?" I call.

"Um, hello." Her voice cuts deep, making my cock twinge, making my heart flutter.

Flutter.

I bite down, hardening myself.

A Don's heart doesn't god damn flutter.

"Come in," I say, keeping my voice as steady as I can.

The door opens slowly, and then my woman steps inside.
My woman, this stranger.

Nobody has ever made me feel this weak, this not in control. But there's no other way I can think of her.She definitely doesn't belong to anybody else, can't belong to anybody else.

My body is taut as I drink in her full figure, her clothes hugging onto her wide hips, her breasts juicy and plump and made for shameless indulgence. Her ass is wide and round and looks ready to be massaged and spanked.

But it's her face that truly captivates me.

Her cheeks are flushed. There's a fierce twist to her lips as though she's fighting against the redness. Her eyes are wide like she's trying to be strong, but with a prey-like vulnerability that has me almost howling.

"What's your name?" She tilts her head, sass combined with shyness, a combination I've never seen before. I have to squeeze the table to stop myself from launching across the room in a fury of desire.

"That's a strange question to ask somebody," she says. "You know... seeing as you asked to see me?" When I stand, she takes a step back.

She looks up at me, and her mouth opens slightly, her lips parted as though she's getting ready for me to kiss her. My balls swell when I think about what else I'd do with those lips, the tip of my rod burning in anticipation.

But not for a quick fuck. Not a fling.

This woman is it. She's everything I've been searching for.

"And yet, here I am." I spread my hands. "So, I'll ask you again, what's your name?"