*ahem ahem my fav hot chapter it is

Jungkook leads me to the waiting car, the driver hurriedly opening the door for us. Without a word, Jungkook ushers me inside. The car door shuts with a decisive click, enveloping us in silence. Jungkook doesn't wait for the driver. Instead, he slides into the driver's seat and starts the engine himself.

"Keys," he grunts out with an extended hand, and only then do I remember that I drove here. Rummaging through my purse, I hand them over to him, and he throws them to the driver who heads to my car hastily.

The drive back to the mansion is charged with potent desire. Not a single word is spoken. I can feel my body betraying me with a craving for him despite my anger. I steal glances at him, my eyes drawn to the veins in his hands, the way those strong hands grip the steering wheel harshly. His thick thighs flex slightly with each press of the pedal, and the shadow of his beard accentuates his strong jawline.

I try to steady my racing heart. I can feel myself dripping, and I silently pray for us to arrive at the mansion soon. I'm not sure I can keep myself from jumping on him if this tension continues to build.

When we finally reach the mansion, Jungkook parks the car and exits quickly, moving to open my door. I rush inside, desperate to put some distance between us. But I can hear his footsteps close behind.

I make a beeline for the guest bedroom. When I fling the door open, I freeze. The room no longer resembles a bedroom. The furniture is gone, the walls stripped of color, pieces of wood and tiles scattered everywhere. It's a construction zone, a chaotic mess.

"What the hell?" I scream.

Before I can say anything else, he wraps his arms around me from behind, his chuckle low and throaty. "Your place is with me, Y/N. My wife sleeps in my bed."

I struggle against his hold, but his grip is firm. "What have you done?" I demand.

He nuzzles my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "All your stuff is in our bedroom," he murmurs. "You've had more than enough space from me already."

I try to pull away, but his hold tightens, and despite everything, a shiver of desire runs through me. I hate that my body responds to him like this.

"Jungkook," I whisper. "I haven't forgiven you."

He turns me around to face him, his eyes dark and intense. "I know," he says. "But I won't let you go. Not now, not ever."

His lips crash onto mine, and all my resistance melts away. His kiss is demanding, consuming, and I find myself kissing him back with equal fervor, my tongue fighting with his. The anger, the pain, the desire—all blend together in our kiss.

I break it, biting my lip. "You need me this much?" I taunt, my voice laced with challenge. "Are you that desperate for me? Do you want my touch that badly?"

He grabs my face, bringing it close to his, our breaths mingling. "More than anything," he says, his eyes burning with intensity.

I gulp, almost choking on my spit. But I raise my head high, refusing to back down.

"Then get down on your knees," I order. "Show me how desperate you are for it. Maybe then I'll think about giving it to you."

His body tenses, a vein on his temple pulsing, his fists clenched at his sides. The struggle is evident in his eyes, the fight between his pride and his desire. "If that's what you need to touch me, baby, to let me touch you, that's what you will get."

He fights with himself, his jaw grinding audibly. But then, with a resigned growl, he kneels at my feet. Even like this, he looks manly and powerful, a force of nature brought low by his need for me.

"Are you happy now, baby?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You've got the man everybody fears on his knees, begging for a touch of yours, just for you to look his way."

I stare down at him, my clit pulsing. This is what I've wanted, to see him brought to his knees, to see his desperate need for me. I reach out, my fingers brushing his cheek. "We'll see," I say softly. "We'll see if you deserve it."

I walk towards our bedroom, the click of my heels echoing through the silent mansion. I can hear Jungkook moving behind me, trying to stand up, to follow me.

I tut disapprovingly and turn to look at him. Our eyes lock for a moment, a silent battle of wills. He curses under his breath, then gets back on his knees, crawling behind me.

This doesn't mean anything, I try to convince myself. This is just something I need for my pride after he broke it. But seeing this powerful, strong man at my mercy is making me so hot, the rush of power intoxicating.