"You are married to me now, Kim Jungkook. Me the Kim Taehyung. Don't you dare to defy me. I have every right to do each and everything I want to do with you and your body. You belong to me. Get that?"
Jeon Jungkook had a loving family but it all wen...
My eyes fell on the mirror as Mrs Wizzy finished doing my make up and hair.
"You look so beautiful, dear." she complemented.
The red beautiful dress did make me look pretty. It showed a little too skin though.
My diamond earrings and rings shone like stars, reminding me of the day I married Taehyung.
6:58. Any moment now.
"Taehyung would be so shocked to see you" Mrs. Wizzy once again complemented and left the room to give me some privacy.
The door clicked open and entered a very....very handsome Taehyung.
Damn.. he looks hot.
It is a pity that so much handsomeness has nothing but a pitch black heart
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Taehyung's POV
My eyes got stuck on my wife the moment I stepped into the room.
The red dress complemented his fair skin, gave a perfect view of his ninety degree shoulders, the perfect cleavage, that slim waist, wide hips, and not to mention, those long sexy legs.
His plump lips painted in blood red successfully made me imagine how soft they felt against mine made me hard in that very moment.
Damn it. It was a wrong idea to choose that dress for him.
I was getting hard just by looking at him.
"Taehyung." my name from his lips sounded so sweet, too sweet. I wonder how magnificent it would feel to hear the very same words, leaving those soft cherry lips but instead of calling they would me moaning restlessly as I would be buried deep inside him.
I rushed to the bathroom not to let him see what he was capable of doing with just a single glance.
I stepped out of the washroom to find him useing hair gel on those hairs to keep them secure in their place.
"Where are we going? He asked like the curious kitten he always is.
"30th anniversary of Mr & Mrs Carlos. Didn't you read the invitation last week?" I inquired.
All this time trying not to get my self over excited.
"Oh, I did. I forgot." A soft blush covered his whole face, pushing me to the edge of my control.
I cleared my throat in a flail attempt to clam myself down and get his attention.
"I am going to wait in the car." I left not wanting to pay another visit to the washroom all because my wife looked so fucking hot that I couldn't control myself.
Soon Jungkook joined and I had somehow managed to clam myself down to be with him in the very same car.
The driver started the car and we began for the journey.
Every now and then, I found myself stealing glances him. And every time he caught my stare, his face changed colour. So fucking cute..
I wanted to touch that soft skin, feel him under me, hear hid moans and screams but all I could do at the moment was stare.
His pulp red lips looked so kissable, I wanted to have a taste of them.
How can he look so regal? Is it even possible for any human to look this beautiful?
The car stopped, informing us of reaching our destination. I stepped out and opened his door, taking his hands in mine.
The moment we stepped into the hall, all eyes fell on us, my hand itself founding it's way on his waist, bringing him more close to me.
Women stared at him in jealousy, men in lust, their eyes getting dark.
No need to be a scientist to know many of them were undressing him in their head.
My hold on him got more tight if possible, his body pressed against mine.
I have to keep him with me for the night, away from these men.
He is my wife for fuck's sake!!!
Stop eyeing my wife, you motherfuckers!!! He is my wife. MINE!!
"Taehyung.." Mr Carlos caught me off guard.
My eyes searched for Jungkook as Mrs. Carlos had stolen him from me.
My eyes finally fell on my wife, his eyes meeting mine as I strode towards the ladies to have him back.
"May I have my wife for this dance, ladies?" I longed to have this dance with him.
They all muttered a yes and his soft hands caught mine as I led him to the dance floor.
My one hand holding him, other on his waist. With him this close to me, I could smell the perfume he had used. Lavender. The scent making me go crazy, my buddy down there getting excited by the minute.
Hold it, Taehyung. Control yourself.
He danced gracefully, our body moved with the soft rhythm, his eyes bored into mine and those red lips.
This is it. I can't control myself anymore.
Grabbing his hand, I practically pulled him with me outside and pushed his back against the wall.
My breathes heavy, pupil dilated.
His breaths too were rigid, which made my eyes follow his red parted lips and heaving chest.
Without a word, I held his hair and smashed my lips on him.
He moaned loud, his lips tight not willing to open, his both hands pushing me on my shoulder to create some distance between us.
But the beast inside me wasn't having it. With my other hand, I pushed myself more into him, my hardness touching his crotch.
He gasped in realization, allowing me to enter and roam my tongue till I tasted every hook and nook inside his mouth.
Pulling his hair more, I kissed him more fiercely yet not getting any reply from him.
I stared to bite his lips hard and he moaned at the pain moving more, trying to get away only to have his hands caged at the walk by me.
Another painful moan followed, this time following with a salty taste and a pressed sob.
I stopped the instant to find his tears leaving his eyes and body trembling, eyes barely open.
"Jungkook... Jungkook are you..." his whole body went limp in my hold telling me of the amount I had messed this up.
