Mafia's Caretaker; The Devil's Cure

Bonus; Possession In It's Purest Form.(M)

Continuation of chapter 59; glad to be yours.

I know some of you probably wanted to throw your phone at me when I left that moment hanging like a cruel cliffhanger. Trust me, I heard the curses. ❤️

But guess what? Your girl is officially on summer vacation, well-rested, over-caffeinated, and full of ideas. So I thought, why not bless you with the continuation you've been screaming for?

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The room was cloaked in a hush,the kind that made every heartbeat echo louder, lit only by the dim glow of a single bedside lamp. And in the night that held its breath the mafia's mouth found hers with devastating slowness , a deliberate caress that unraveled her from inside out.

Not demanding but discovering as if he needed to memorize the shape of her lips before the world ripped it all away.

Before he loses his sanity.

Jungkook arm came slithering down her waist,rubbing his palm over her warmly, feeling her before he gripped it tighter. And when the girl in his arm decided to challenge his sanity by coming more close to him , he slammed her tiny body on the bed and hovered over her, panting heavily.

Y/n on the other hand shuddered feeling his intense gaze on herself. Her inside twisting in all the right ways.

As if he is not just looking, not just staring but devouring her with his eyes only, tracing every inch of her like a man starving , memorizing the curves of her soul, not just her skin.

As if his gaze alone could mark her,brand her and bind her to him forever ; without a single touch.

"You aware of the things you do to me?" His voice dark and steady, though there was an edge of something wild, raw lurking beneath. It wasn't a question but a truth he was daring her to confront.

Y/n's breath hitched at his words, a thrill running down her spine. The intensity in his gaze only deepend, unraveling her piece by piece with nothing but with pair of those beautiful eyes.

She couldn't look away, trapped in the raw, untamed power of his presence.

"Do you even realize how much I want you?" He whispered close to her, his voice a low rasp against her ear, his breath a gentle flow of heat that burned her.

"How every damn thought ,every moment , every breath....it's consumed by you?" Y/n shuddered when his fingers traced the line of her jaw. All she wants to do right now shrivel up and hide in his arms away from his gaze, under which her body always betrays her control.

"I want to break every part of you until you're nothing but mine." He husked out, caressing the supple skin of her cheek.

In the quiet storm of the moment where she was going crazy under him, the mafia was at a war with himself.