𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 🌹(18+)

16:- Poor Nari

Nari's POV

"What. The. Hell."

I blinked my eyes open, feeling a dull ache run through my entire body.

Every muscle screamed in protest as I shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position in the enormous bed.

The soft sheets clung to my skin, reminding me just how sore I was.

I groaned softly, not sure if I was more annoyed or impressed.

'What was I thinking?'

I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling as the events of the night before came flooding back.

I had been teasing him, just teasing him.

It was supposed to be harmless fun-nothing serious.

I mean, we flirt like that all the time, right?

He acts all possessive and brooding, and I poke at him just to see how far I can push his buttons.

It's our thing. Or so I thought.

But I didn't expect that.

I tried to move again, only to wince as another sharp pang shot through my legs.

'Oh my god, I can't even walk!'

My entire body felt like it had been through a marathon, and I had no one to blame but myself.

Well, myself and that... that bastard who was nowhere to be found this morning, probably off doing whatever mafia bosses do.

I was just joking with him, for crying out loud!

I buried my face in the pillow, letting out a muffled groan. I didn't know he'd actually take me seriously! It was all fun and games until he decided to unleash his inner wild animal.

And oh boy, did he.

I don't know what I expected, maybe more of that cocky flirting and a little bit of rough play, but no...

He had to go all in.

"Jungkook..." I muttered under my breath, still talking to myself. "I swear, that man is something else."

I shifted again, only to feel another sting of soreness, and I couldn't help but laugh bitterly to myself.

What was I thinking, provoking him like that?

Telling him to wear nothing for a '100'?

I was just playing! I mean, I didn't think he'd actually take it that seriously. But no, the bastard just had to prove a point, didn't he? He always has to be in control, always has to show that he's in charge.

I huffed, my lips curling into a smile despite myself. I guess that's one of the reasons I'm so drawn to him. He's... unrelenting. Untamed. Wild. There's something about that raw, uncontrollable energy that pulls me in, even when I know I should keep my distance.

But damn, I didn't know he could be this rough.

I mean, who knew the brooding, possessive mafia boss had such stamina?

The thought made me blush, and I groaned again, flipping onto my stomach as the soreness in my back reminded me of every moment from last night.

My body was practically humming with the aftershocks of what we'd done.

I shouldn't be thinking about this, I chastised myself, but my thoughts kept circling back to him-his hands, his lips, the way he had taken control so easily, making me forget my own name in the process.