ɪɴᴋᴇᴅ ʙy ᴀ ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ( ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ꜰꜰ )

chap 05

Jungkook

"Fuck."

I stand, pacing to the other end of the room, my cock still solid and pushing urgently against my pants.L name cuts into me like a blade, making it painful to even think.

Y/n Bonetti, the woman jackson is taking as one of his wives...as a personal slave.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

If I follow my instincts - if I tear down my pants and drive my hard dick into her soaked, tasty being - it could start a war.

Hundreds of men could die in the fallout.

Is she worth the risk?

Yes.

The answer comes at once. She's worth everything.But then I think about all the wives and children of my men. Jackson doesn't have any limits. Things are tense between us as it is.

If I steal away a woman he sees as his, there's no telling how far he'll go to take his revenge.

She isn't his. She's mine. But he won't understand.

"I'm sorry," she whispers from behind me. "I should've told you."

"Yes," I snarl. "You should have." I keep my back to her. If I don't, I won't have any way of stopping myself. I'll launch across the room and tear off the rest of her clothes, revealing her juicy tempting breasts.

Then I'll hammer into her like the savage I am, the savage she makes me.

My hands clench into tight fists as I listen to her getting dressed.

When I finally turn, it doesn't matter that she's back in her clothes. It's too easy to strip away her pants mentally, to remember how pink and sweet and soaked her pussy looked, as innocent as the rest of her, as ready for my instruction as her kissable lips.

"Come here," I growl.

She flinches, arms crossing over her middle.

"Now, Y/n." After a pause, she walks over slowly, as though she thinks I'm going to hurt her.But I never would.Can I save her without starting a war?

The answer is no.

Everybody knows Jackson has been planning this for years, part of his fucked-up plan to use Y/n as a trophy, a sign he completely destroyed the Bonetti Family.

I kiss her hard, knowing it may be one of the final times.
She makes that adorable whimpering sound, and after a moment, she kisses me back, her arms wrapping around my shoulders.

We melt into each other as I drive my hips forward, letting her feel the unrelenting hardness of my cock - letting her feel how feral she makes me.

"Can you taste your sweet pussy?" I snarl, breaking off the kiss but keeping my face close.

"Hmm," she nods, rubbing against me, all sparked up again. "Does that... does it..."

"Tell me," I demand.

"Does it excite you?" she asks, her sassiness returning.

I smirk. "That's an understatement. But...." Shut up, a voice roars from within, as though my inner beast is angry at me for risking our future.

"But?" she says, leaning back in my arms, knowing I'll support her.

"If we do this, if I take you from him...."

"I know," she sighs. "He'll hurt people, won't he? He'll kill people like he killed my parents."

I almost let out a roar when she says that. It's the sadness in her voice, the tragedy, as though she's resigned to her fate, resigned to every bad thing that's going to happen to her.