Insight into the chapter

"What if after the hot hour, your true identity gets revealed?"

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"Eating is a lot like doing it, Piccola."

"Is that so? And which one do you prefer more? Eating or doing it?"

You set your plate down on the counter, running the back of your hand in a gentle stroke along my cheek.

"I think you know exactly which one I prefer more."

You leaned over, giving my shoulder a warm tingling kiss, sending a jolt of excitement shooting up my spine.

"I will give you a hint though..." Your kiss lingered closer to my neck, nuzzling and nibbling your way to my earlobe. Goosebumps formed on my arms as my breathing grew heavier. "It is not eating."

I took another bite of my dinner, my eyes never leaving yours.

"Do you, ah... always savor your food, Jungkook?"

"Always. And if given the opportunity, I suspect that you would too."

Oh, yeah... we are definitely not talking about food anymore.

"How about... playing with your food? Tying it up, for example."

Your eyebrows raised with a mixture of surprise and amusement in your eyes.

"Eun Jeong..." Your hands pressed to my hips, pulling our bodies closer together. The firmness of your grip told me how badly you want me. "I love playing with my food." As you spoke, every syllable and innuendo short-circuited my brain.

I thought about the length of rope stashing away in my bedside table.

"What if I told you I had some rope on hand? Right over in the bedside table?"

"For?"

"Assassin stuff, of course."

"Well, then I would tell you that I would want to see what you can do with it."

Damn... all this talk of doing it has got me in a tizzy. And now that I have eaten, what I would not give to have Jungkook completely do me silly right now.

"You know, Jungkook, why don't we go savor each other... like... right now?"

Taking my hand and gently kissing my knuckles, you pulled me closer towards yourself turning to my couch.

"I thought you would never ask."

As we moved to the couch, you stopped me just as I was about to climb onto it.

"We are a little overdressed for this occasion, I think. Don't you think so, Piccola?"

I eased off your shirt, my hands ran up and down your bare chest. Being my back, you deftly undid my bra, tugging its straps off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor while we were going toward my bedroom.

"Piccola, I am yours. Completely and entirely."

My hands slid down your chest to your hip, easing off your boxers to unleash your stiff manhood. You followed suit, pulling down my panties.

You pulled me up, making me stand and letting my arms spread wide invitingly while my womanhood glistened in anticipation.

"I am all yours, Jungkook. I trust you."

Grabbing the rope from my bedside table, you quickly let out the length of the rope, finding its middle point. I watched, almost hypnotized, as you doubled up the rope, taking it gently over my chest and ribs, binding my arms at the elbows and forming a pentagram on my chest.

You finished tying off the rope behind my back and stepped in front of me to take in the full glory of my tied-up chest.

Taking hold of my harness, you guided me to the bed, and I obediently lay down, body rigid as a board. From my bedside table, you grabbed a condom and puts it on.

"You are all mine, Eun Jeong." Getting on the top of me, you grinded against me, rubbing my delicate flower against your stiff underside of your shaft, teasing us both. "You are so wet!"

As you grinded against my wet part, I shifted around, arms begging to touch you, but the rope kept me restrained.

Leaning down, you seized a section of skin on my neck, biting and sucking as you continued grinding against my part. My body was completely at the mercy of your throbbing rod.

Overwhelmed by the biting, my body heaved against the rope, digging into my skin ever so slightly and constricting my movement.

"You are such a good girl."

Pain and pleasure intermingled as you sucked forcefully. I arched my back, breasts pushing and grating against the coarse rope.

As you took another sharp drag on my skin, you reached down, grabbing your shaft at its base and easing inside me, pushing it as I struggled against the bonds.

With my upper body tied, I focused all of my attention on the rhythmic pounding of your manhood into my aching womanhood. Your movements became frenzied as I arched my back reflexively.

"Keep going, Jungkook! I am getting so close!"

You thrusted faster, the rope squeaked with friction as our bodies move in sync. A blooming well of pleasure built in my stomach muscles until... "Ahh!" The shuddering of my climaxing body sent you over the edge, and you convulsed in your own orgasmic ecstasy. After a moment, we both were left in a heaving panting pile.

"Goddamn, Piccola. That was so good. Let me get you out of those..."

My body was warm and sweaty, you clumsily undid the knots on me, tugging the loose rope off and letting it tumble to the floor.

As we both laid on the bed, bodies entangled blissfully, I shivered as you gently stroked up and down my naked spine. I glanced up at you, lying on your back, your eyes were closed, and your face was completely serene.

"Do you get to have moments like this often?" I asked.

You shifted slightly to look at me, your eyes softened somewhat as your fingers lazily played with my hair.

"Honestly? No. Not really. Our line of work does not exactly lend itself to healthy relationships. I can guess that it has been the same for you."

"Yeah. There... has not really been anyone like you in my life before."

You sighed heavily, staring off absentmindedly. I glanced down for a moment, noticing an old, faded scar along your left skin.

"Jungkook... what is this?" Shifting down, I ran a finger along the scar, tracing its jagged path toward your knee. "This scar here... how did you get it, Jungkook? Is it a work injury?"

"No. I got that as a kid." You cleared your throat, your expression somewhat pained as you looked down at the scar. "We used to have a cherry tree in the courtyard at home, and I would climb all over it in the summer. I must have been maybe seven or so at the time, but one day, I was out climbing the tree and my father and mom came into the courtyard. They were arguing about... something. I guess they did not know I was there. I guess mom said something that my dad did not like, and they argued- Loudly. So, me, thinking I was a superhero or something, jumped from the top of the tree to try and stop him. What I did not realized was there was a broken branch partway down the tree, and I slashed my leg on it as I fell. I needed quite a few stitches."

"Oh my god..."

"Well, for what it was worth, it stopped the fight. Mom had to take me to the doctor. She bought me ice cream on the way home... but we did not talk about what happened."

"I am so sorry, Jungkook. You were way too young to see something like that. What about Yu Jun?"

"She would have been an infant. I doubt she would remember that happening."

"From talking to her, I get the sense that you have been able to shield her from a lot of the shit you have had to deal with."

"I have tried my best to be the protective big brother." You sighed, the heaving of your body lifted me gently up and down. "Do you ever feel like you want something completely different from life, Eun Jeong? Or I guess... like you are living a life that someone else created for you?"

"Sometimes. Some days are better than others. There are parts of the work I like, and some parts that do not sit well with me."

"That is just it, isn't it? We are good at what we do, but it might not make us happy."

You sat up, bracing your back against the armrest while I rest my head on your lap. Your fingers moved from my hair to the scar on the collarbone.

"You have had a hard go of it too, right? And the story you told my family... the back of the Yards, message therapy classes, your parents being gone... Was all of that part of your cover?"

"Not all of it. I am actually a Korean native, I just have not been there in a while."

Your hand slid down the scar on my abdomen, your touch raised goosebumps as I felt the raised jagged line.

This... this is the first time anyone has ever touched that scar... First time I have ever let anyone touch it. And yet... I feel so safe.

"You had me fooled, you know. I was hanging onto your every word, Eun Jeong."

"Really? You must have trusted me more than you are willing to admit."

"Maybe I did, Eun Jeong... and maybe... I still do. I don't know what it is, but I seem to break all of my rules with you."

The two of us lay on the bed chuckling for a moment. You leaned over, kissing my forehead as I laid against you, my body was tired and heavy.

"So, how did you end up with your scar, Eun Jeong?"

I looked up at you, concerned mixed with curiosity on your countenance.

"Oh... those..."

Jungkook opened his heartache up to me... and I want him to know that I trust him. I don't have to give him every detail of my identity, but maybe if I open up to him, it will bring us closer.

"Well... I got them when I was training to be an assassin."

"How old were you when you were trained?"

"I was just a kid. Barely a pre-teen. It was my mom's idea. My dad did not want me to go, but he did whatever she told him to do."

"And your parents are...?"

"They are... Complicated."

"Aren't all parents like that?"

"Yeah, I guess so. This life was what my mom wanted, and my dad got dragged along into it. I was just collateral damage."

"I see... So, about the scars... what happened?"

"Well, the one on my collarbone I got during self-defense drill. My instructor had a knife, and I was a little too slow."

"Ouch... And this one?" You tapped the scar on my stomach, gazing into my eyes.

"My first assignment. Jakarta. I must have been... eighteen years old? To finish my training, I had to take down an accountant who was embezzling money from a client of my school. I thought I could take him down by myself with no issue. I got careless and confronted him directly. I did not think he would have a gun. It was only a grazing shot, but it hurt like hell. At least... I got the job done."

"How did it make you feel when you killed him?"

"I felt... Terrible. I still see his face in my dreams sometimes."

"I get it. The first time you kill someone, you carry that with you forever, whatever you want to or not."

"You too, huh?"

"Yeah, more than I would like to admit."

"We are quite the pair. Trained killers and mobsters."

You nodded, staring off into the distance.

"I guess neither one of us had normal childhoods."

My fist clenched as I thought about the years spent in training, when other girls were going out with friends, falling in love, getting into trouble.

"No, we did not. We never stood a chance at having a normal life. But I guess getting shipped off as a kid to be trained as a killer will do that to you."

A heavy silence filled the room as we both considered the enormity of all. You gave me a strange, quizzical look.

Eventually, you broke the silence hesitantly. "Eun Jeong, there is something I want to ask you."

"Okay... what is it?" Your expression was unreadable as you looked into my eyes, that familiar look of calm I had seen you put on in moments of crisis. "Eun Jeong, does the name 'Dodo' mean something to you?"

Anxiety spikes through my body as the words left your mouth.

Dad's nickname... Only a few people have ever called him that... how does he know that name?!

"I... I don't..."

"Don't lie to be, Piccola. I know who you are. Your face told me all that I needed to know."

No, no, no, no, no.

"You are not just Eun Jeong Park... You can't hide it from me anymore, Eun Jeong Park, daughter of Nam Gil Park."

TO BE CONTINUED