One kiss away from killing

Jungkook's point of view :

 "Hello, my sugarplum."

She jumps and spins toward me with a little gasp, her brown eyes going wide when she sees me. "You!" she says with surprise.

I can't exactly say I sense fear in her. It's more like anxiousness or excitement.

I stalk over to her slowly, a smile curving my lips and my heart hammering as I get nearer to her and her sweet, berry scent washes over me. I feel my core settling and my shoulders relaxing at finally being near her again.

This woman... I need her.

"Ah, you remember me."

She blinks up at me. "Of course, I remember you." She speaks softly, cautiously.

"And who am I?" I prompt her as my eyes rake over her, drinking her in.

She licks her lips nervously, and I fight back a groan as my eyes home in on her little tongue sliding across the puffy pink flesh of her lips.

"The man who somehow got into the office the other night and said he knows who I am," she whispers.

"My name, love," I prompt her, needing to hear it spoken in her breathy little voice. She has yet to say my name, and I'm dying to see if it sounds the same way in real life as it does in my fevered dreams.

"Jungkook," she whispers.

I close my eyes and savor the musical sound of the syllables rolling over her tongue. My name so softly spoken in her husky little voice floods my senses, sounding even better than I ever imagined.

"Get in the car, love," I order her gently yet sternly.

Her brow furrows. "What?"

I motion to my idling vehicle. "Let me drive you home."

She hesitates like a rabbit caught in a snare and looks between me and the car, weighing her options. I take another step toward her to close the remaining distance between us and reach out to gently cup her cheek. Silky soft. I feel a tremor pass through her. Her lips part and her breathing quickens so that her little chest is heaving up and down.

She looks up at me with those deep, moonlit eyes, and I see the desire hidden in their depths. She senses the predator in me. She senses the danger and power, but she's drawn to me—just like I am to her.

"Come on, Moon," I croon to her, coaxing her gently as I take her hand and begin pulling her over to the vehicle, my skin buzzing where our palms touch.

She glances behind her as if someone is going to come and save her, but I tighten my grip on her hand. No one is going to take you away from me, love.

When she turns back to me, it's with resignation in her eyes. She swallows and gives me a brief nod. Victory swells my chest as I open the door and help her into the car before sliding in next to her.

I close the door with finality. Finally, I have her all to myself. I'm not going to waste a single moment either.

Moon's point of view :

After a week of his face haunting my thoughts every damn time I close my eyes, here he is again. Jungkook. Just as dark and handsome as I remember, with an aura of power and danger radiating from him.

He carries that self-assured arrogance only men with real power have. His tone was commanding when he ordered me into the damn vehicle, not harsh but making it clear I had no choice.

And there must be something fucked up with me because that tone sent a jolt through me. My nipples tighten in my bra, aching, and a pulse throbs between my legs. He slides into the backseat, crowding me with his arm over the seat behind me. There's barely any space between our bodies. I'm practically trapped against his massive frame.

His musky scent engulfs me, expensive like sandalwood and mahogany, all man. Jesus, he's ripped too. Muscles ripple and tense in his thighs as he moves.

Everything about him is intimidatingly large. I'm tiny already, but next to him, I feel like a speck.He doesn't bother asking where I live. He just tells the driver my address. I blink, not surprised that Jungkook knows where I live. He claimed to know me when I sure as hell don't know him, and a chill runs down my spine as I realize what that implies.

I nervously lick my lips. "Have you been stalking me?" Please, say no! I'm sure you were just some rich mental patient or a psychopath.

Jungkook's intense gaze locks onto mine. He stares at me, as if etching my face into his memory, before finally responding. "I remember telling you that I've been keeping an eye on you, my little Moon."

I swallow hard. "So that's a yes? Because that's the damn definition of stalking, right? Watching someone without their fucking knowledge?"

Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly. "Call it what you want, babe."

Babe.

No one's ever called me that. I've never let anyone get close enough to give me a nickname or a pet name. I shouldn't like it. I know nothing about this man, but I can't deny the way he says Moon in that deep voice sends a shiver down my spine.

His finger traces along my thigh, the touch searing through the fabric. I swallow again, hard. "What the hell do you want from me?"

He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "I want a lot from you, Moon."

My heart races as he leans in closer. I hold my breath, expecting his kiss, but it never comes. When I open my eyes, he's still staring at me, his lips inches from mine. His warm breath brushes against my skin. "So fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his words brushing against my lips.

He runs a hand through my hair, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I can't tear my eyes away as he watches his hand move through my hair as if entranced. His nostrils flare, and he leans in again. I'm sure he's going to kiss me this time, but he reaches across and opens the car door instead.

As he sits back, I finally remember to breathe, feeling both relieved and disappointed that he didn't kiss me.

I look up to find his eyes locked onto mine, a blazing intensity in his gaze. "Go inside, Moon, and make sure you lock the door behind you."

I stare at him for a moment, my body frozen, before I manage to step out of the car on shaky legs. I can't decide if his words were a warning that I should be afraid of danger from others—or from him.

Once I'm safely inside my house with the door locked as Jungkook instructed, my mind replays our interactions over and over, from the first to the last. I think of all the things I wish I had asked him, all the things I wish I had said.

I have a habit of overanalyzing things after the fact, coming up with better responses than I should have given. It seems that around Jungkook, I freeze up and obey his orders without question.

What a load of crap!

I don't know what it is about him, but I should be fucking terrified knowing that a man like him is watching me. I should have demanded more answers and been damn furious about him forcing me into his car. What kind of fool am I to get into a car with a complete stranger?

Yeah, I know his name, but that's about it. I should have been more cautious.

Curiosity gets the best of me, and I fire up my laptop, typing Jungkook's name into the search bar. My eyes widen as the results appear. He's the son of the city's most infamous crime lord, Jeon Hyun. The searches say Hyun heads the Seoul underground, making Jungkook the heir to this criminal empire. He's the only child, set to inherit everything.

Holy motherfucking shit.

The darkness and power that surround him make more sense now. My heart sinks.

My stupid chicken leg!

How did I manage to attract the attention of the heir to a criminal empire?

Holy freaking son of an -

Is he going to toy with me, that scumbag?

I may not have had a conventional upbringing, but I've lived in this city long enough to know that Jungkook is not someone an innocent person should associate with. He's dangerous. But wait, I'm not involved with him. I haven't done anything to encourage him. He just keeps showing up, admitting he's been watching me. And despite his threatening aura, I don't think he would hurt me.

The way he looks at me, I have a sense of what he wants, and my cheeks heat up at the realization, especially when I admit to myself that my body seems to want that too. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him since that first night he somehow entered the parlor unnoticed and captured me with those intense eyes.

And

I know I am studpid bitch.

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Chapter five has been updated in scrollstckme as that chapter is under mature content.