From Darkness to Light: A Mafia Love Story

A Dance with Darkness(23)

Warning: This part contains some dark content. If you feel uncomfortable skip this part...

I stare into his eyes, unflinching. "Then go ahead," I whisper, my voice daring him. "Satisfy your needs and desires from me."

Jungkook grins at my words, his dark eyes brimming with desire and hunger. There's satisfaction in his gaze—he's pleased with my submission, but it's not enough. He craves more. He always craves more.

"You asked for it, my little one," he murmurs, his voice dropping low, thick with seduction. "I will take what I need from you, and I'll make sure you're mine in every way."

His lips descend on my neck, trailing soft, intoxicating kisses along my skin. A shiver runs through me as he grazes my collarbone, teeth nibbling just enough to ignite both pain and pleasure. His fingers slip beneath my jaw, tilting my head, forcing me to bare my throat to him—an offering. His kisses deepen, his tongue hot against my skin, mapping every inch with slow, deliberate hunger.

He takes his time, indulging in every reaction, using my body like a canvas for his desires. His hands roam across my skin with a possessive touch, greedy and unapologetic.

I release a soft, broken moan, barely able to contain the way his touch unravels me. His grin grows wider, wicked and satisfied. He's toying with me, loving the way I melt beneath him, craving every ounce of my submission.

"I knew you still had some fire left in you, pet," he whispers against my skin, voice low and dangerous. "But you will soon learnthat you exist for my pleasure and satisfaction. Your body is mine, and I will dowhatever I want with it."

I swallow hard, hands gripping the sheets beneath me as his kisses turn rougher, more demanding. "Of course," I whisper bitterly. "I'm just a tool for you. A way to release your anger, your dominance... and then use me to satisfy your desires."

His eyes gleam at my words, dark and ravenous. He savors my submission like it's the sweetest sin. "That's right, pet," he growls, satisfaction dripping from every word. "Your only purpose here is to serve me and satisfy my needs. You're here to do as I say and give me what I want, whatever that may be."

His lips find my neck again, biting with increasing fervor, leaving a trail of burning marks in his wake. His grip on me tightens, pinning me in place beneath him. "You're mine," he whispers, low and possessive. "You're my little toy,mine to play with and to use as I please."

I let out a manic smile, the bitterness bubbling out in one final act of defiance. "I've always been a tool for everyone to use," I murmur, my head tilting, surrendering without hope.

He pauses, taken aback by my words and the hollow smile on my face. For a moment, he studies me—curious, confused, yet undeniably pleased by the surrender in my voice.

"You've always been a tool for others," he echoes, voice sharp and deliberate. "But now, you're mine. No one else's. You belong to me—my toy, my property. And I'll use you as I see fit."

A soft moan escapes me. "Then stop talking and use me," I whisper, exhaustion tinging my voice. "But remember one thing you'll regret your actions when it is too late and you will feel  powerless."

His grin sharpens, amusement dancing in his eyes. "You think I'll regret my actions, my little one?" he said, the threat in my words only fueling his desire. "You think I'll ever feel powerless when you're at my mercy?" His breath brushes against my ear, voice a low, dangerous whisper. "I will use you as I see fit, my little one. and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

I swallow thickly, barely holding on. "I won't stop you."

"I know you won't, pet," he replies, his voice velvety and triumphant. "You can't. And I enjoy hearing you say it."

His hands explore me with merciless precision, his body pressing fully against mine, pinning me beneath his weight. "You belong to me," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. "Your body, your soul—mine to use as I please. And right now..." His lips graze my ear. "I want all of you. Are you ready, pet?"

I nod, eyes fluttering shut.

A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face. "Good," he whispers, voice a low growl that sends chills down my spine. "That's what I like to hear."

He nibbles my ear before dragging his lips down my neck, biting, marking, and staking his claim on every inch of me. His body presses into mine, relentless and demanding, taking everything I offer—and more.

"You're mine," he breathes. "And I will do whatever I want with you. There's no escaping it."

Hours pass in a blur of exhaustion and pleasure. My body weakens under his touch, yet he continues, insatiable. Even as my limbs grow heavy and unresponsive, Jungkook remains relentless, fueled by a seemingly endless reserve of energy.

When he finally pulls back, his gaze lingers over my worn, trembling form. He notices the fatigue weighing down my every breath, the exhaustion seeping into my bones.

"You're tired, my little one," he says, his voice softer but still possessive. "You've given me everything, but I can tell... you're reaching your limit."

A labored breath escapes me. "Why are you stopping?" I whisper weakly, eyes half-closed. "You're not satisfied... are you?"

His gaze sharpens, hunger still burning beneath the surface. "No," he admits, a low growl lacing his words. "I'm not satisfied, pet. But I can see that your body is struggling to keep up. you're exhausted and weak, and I don't want topush you too far."

"You've already pushed me past my limits... for days," I murmur through heavy breaths. "And now... now you're saying you don't want to go far?"

His eyes darken at the truth in my words. His hands roam over me, conflicted between the urge to dominate and the unfamiliar twinge of concern stirring within him.

"You're right," he murmurs, voice low and careful. "I've taken a lot from you. And I want more... but I don't want to hurt you beyond repair."

Jungkook's hands roam over my body, his touch still possessive and dominant, but there is a hint of tenderness in his touch. "I want to use you, pet, but I also don't want to push you past your limits and cause you harm," he says, his voice low and conflicted. "I care about u, and I don't want to do anything that you can't handle."

I smile. "Can't handle?" I mirrored. I closed my eyes tightly gripping sheets caused of pain. "I've been... constantly baring you for... days without you being.... giving me a single.. break. and you're saying I can't handle." I said between breaths. "If I couldn't handle it I would've....died by now." I said bluntly

Jungkook looked at me, his eyes narrowing slightly at my words. he knew that I was speaking the truth, that I had been taking a lot of punishment from him and still standing. he was both impressed by my strength and concerned for me.

His touch softens, though the possessiveness remains. "You've endured more than I expected," he admits. "But I don't want to break you completely. Not yet."

I let out a humorless laugh, sharp and hollow. "You already broke me," I whisper, eyes fluttering shut. "So badly... that I'll never be whole again."

The edges of my vision blur, my body collapsing under the weight of exhaustion. My breathing stutters, and despite my desperate attempt to stay conscious, darkness pulls me under.

Jungkook's gaze lingers on me, torn between satisfaction and something unspoken—something even he can't name.

And then everything fades to black.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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