"She doesn't know it, but every breath she takes pulls me deeper into her orbit. I don't say the words out loud, but when she looks at me like I'm her whole world, I feel it—she's mine, and I'll spend every moment proving it." - Jungkook

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I watch her the next day, sitting in the shadows of my car, a cigarette dangling from my fingers. The smoke curls up, obscuring my vision for a brief moment, but I don't care. Through the haze, I focus on her.

Jeon Y/n

She's sitting at her desk in the office building, her back straight, fingers moving through the papers with an effortless precision. There's no hint of the girl who once followed my every word, the girl who used to look at me with that unwavering trust. This version of her... it's different. Cold. Detached.

A wave of frustration rises in my chest as I take another drag from the cigarette. I can't even recognize her anymore.

I close my eyes for a moment, letting the taste of smoke linger in my mouth. The words from my conversation with my father echo in my mind, taunting me.

"Jungkook, this is an incredible opportunity," my father's voice crackled over the phone last night, his words sharp and calculating. "Having a lawyer in the family, think of the connections, the leverage. Why don't you want her to work? Are you catching feelings, Jungkook?"

Feelings. The word tastes like ash in my mouth, burning. I scoffed at him, denying it immediately. "No," I replied, my tone as cold as I could make it, dismissing the question. But deep down, I couldn't shake the thought.

Am I catching feelings?

I can't let it be true, not with everything I've built. I've never had time for such weaknesses, and yet, here I am—watching her, consumed by thoughts of her. Every little movement she makes, every glance she casts, it pulls me in deeper. It's infuriating.

The woman I married, the one who used to want nothing more than to please me, is slipping through my fingers. And it's driving me crazy.

I admire her in the soft glow of the morning rays streaming through the curtains, the light caressing her face like a gentle lover. It's still early, and the world outside is just beginning to wake, but here, in this bed, it feels like time has stopped. She lies in my arms, her bare skin warm and soft against mine. The sheets are pooled around her waist, leaving her upper body exposed to the golden light.

My gaze falls to her chest, rising and falling in a steady rhythm. My hand moves instinctively, fingers tracing the gentle slope of her collarbone. Her skin is flawless—a canvas of soft curves, marked only by the faint red blemishes I left on her neck and breasts the night before. A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips as the memories play in my mind. Her moans, the way her body responded to me, the way she whispered my name like a prayer.

Even in her sleep, she stirs under my touch. A soft sigh escapes her parted lips, her body arching ever so slightly as my thumb grazes over one of the marks on her right breast. Her reaction is automatic, instinctual, and I can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness. She's mine—every inch of her belongs to me, and I'll never let her forget it.

My mouth waters as I lean down, my lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of her nipple. My tongue flicks out, tasting her. The moment it stiffens beneath my touch, I feel a primal satisfaction ignite within me. She stirs again, her breathing hitching, her body shifting against mine.

Her eyes flutter open, still heavy with sleep, and she looks at me with that lazy, satisfied smile that makes my chest tighten. "Jungkook..." she murmurs, her voice low and raspy.

I grin, the devil in me coming alive. "Good morning, baby," I whisper, my voice laced with desire. Without waiting for a response, I take her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, savoring the way her body reacts. Her back arches off the bed, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I continue my ministrations.

"Good morning to you too," she whispers, her fingers threading through my hair. "And I love you, Jungkook. More than anything in this world." 

Her words are like a spark, igniting the fire within me. I kiss my way down her stomach, her skin salty and sweet with the scent of our lovemaking from the night before. I settle between her thighs, spreading them gently apart.

 Her pussy is already wet and swollen, and my cock twitches in response. I lean in, inhaling her scent, then swipe my tongue along her slit, tasting her arousal.

 She moans, her hands coming to grip the sheets."You taste so good, baby," I whisper, then dive in for a deeper taste.Her hips jerk, and she moans again, louder this time. "Jungkook... please..."I don't need any more encouragement. I suck on her clit, my tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive bud until she's squirming beneath me. Her hands are in my hair now, holding me in place as she rides the waves of pleasure I'm giving her. 

 "Oh, baby, don't stop... I'm so close..."But I do stop, for a moment, just to watch the look of need on her face. Then I plunge two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out in a steady rhythm as I go back to sucking her clit.Her body tightens around my fingers, her muscles clenching. She's close, so close... and when I feel her about to come, I pull away, leaving her gasping for breath."Beg for it, Y/N. Tell me how much you want it," I demand, my voice thick with desire. 

 "Please, Jungkook... I need you... I need your cock inside me," she whimpers, her eyes pleading.I can't resist anymore. I kiss my way back up her body, positioning myself at her entrance. I slide in slow and deep, savoring the way she stretches around me. She's so tight, so warm, so wet. I want to stay here forever. 

 "You're so perfect, baby," I groan, beginning to move my hips.Her legs wrap around me, pulling me deeper into her. Her nails dig into my back, leaving little half-moons in my skin. "Harder," she whispers, her eyes locked on mine.

 I oblige, picking up the pace. Each thrust sends a shockwave through my body, pleasure pooling in my gut, building, building..."Oh, God, Jungkook, I'm going to come!" she cries out, her voice high and desperate. 

 I kiss her, swallowing her screams of ecstasy as her pussy clamps down around me, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. I can feel her pulsing around my cock, her walls contracting in sweet, tight spasms. 

 But I'm not done with her yet. I roll us over, so she's straddling me. Her breasts bounce with each of my thrusts, the hickeys on her neck standing out like tiny beacons of passion. She rides me like a pro, her hips rolling and grinding against mine. 

 I grab her hips, holding her in place as I pound into her, my cock hitting that spot deep inside that makes her scream my name "Jungkook...I love y-" 

I take a long drag from my cigarette, the smoke burning my throat as I exhale. Leverage. Connections. These are the things that matter. Not feelings, not emotions. Yet, the memory lingers, clawing at the edges of my mind.

When did she become so defiant? So cunning?

The anger simmers beneath my skin as I recall how she used my father to try and twist my hand. The same man who thinks he holds power over me but is nothing more than a pawn in my game. She doesn't need him. She doesn't need anyone other than me. And I'll make damn sure she remembers that.