𝑨 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍, 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏-𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔.
❝The allure of having you in my arms is akin to the temptation of having you on your kn...
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The private jet touched down smoothly, its sleek frame glistening under the early morning sun as the wheels met the runway. Inside, Jeon Jungkook, the notorious CEO of Asia's most powerful conglomerate, rose from his seat, adjusting the lapels of his tailored suit with practiced precision. Next to him, Jangfei followed in silence, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she trailed behind him, tension building with every step.
As they descended the stairs, the air felt thick with anticipation. The moment they stepped off the plane, the flashes of cameras and the murmurs of reporters filled the space around them. Every pair of eyes seemed glued to them, eager for any scrap of information on the elusive and dangerous CEO who had the world in the palm of his hand. But Jangfei... she wasn't used to this.
Her breath quickened, chest tightening as anxiety gripped her. Crowds, attention—they always brought back memories she would rather forget. The panic was rising now, clawing at her throat. She clenched her hands into fists, struggling to maintain her composure as the swarming media closed in.
Jungkook, ever perceptive, noticed the shift in her demeanor. His sharp gaze cut toward her, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low but commanding, like he expected nothing less than an answer.
She shook her head quickly, biting down on her lip as she tried to mask the wave of panic. "Nothing," she managed to mumble, though her trembling hands betrayed her.
Jungkook studied her for a moment longer, but said nothing, his jaw tightening. He hated weakness. Yet, despite himself, a flicker of something softer passed through him—something he couldn't quite place. He dismissed it just as quickly as it appeared.
Without another word, they slipped into the waiting black limousine, the door slamming shut behind them with a resounding thud. The privacy glass tinted the world outside, but Jangfei's nerves were still on edge, the weight of the upcoming performance heavy on her shoulders.
She moved to take her seat, desperate for a moment to compose herself, when suddenly she felt a strong hand wrap around her wrist. Jungkook didn't give her a chance to react as he yanked her into his lap, the movement swift, almost predatory. She let out a small gasp of surprise, her body colliding with his as her palms pressed against his broad chest.
For a moment, she froze, heart hammering in her chest. His hands—those powerful, calloused hands—settled on her waist, holding her firmly in place. His grip was possessive, and she could feel the heat of his body seeping into her, overwhelming her senses.
"Stay close to me," Jungkook murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl that sent a shiver racing down her spine. His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke, and she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, igniting a fire deep in her core. "You're my wife now. The game has started. You'll need to touch me, kiss me... or more, if necessary. The men from Tencent are watching."
