#minasinterlude

I look around at people all over the club.

Some gathered around tables playing cards. Some by the pool table. Some were standing by the enormous paintings on the wall to my right and talked about the latest rare art works they purchased in a restricted auction for their billion dollar mansions. And only some of the men who were wearing black mask entered the room with large black double doors.

It was unknown to me what happened on the other side of the doors. Something told me I didn't want to know, anyway. I knew I didn't want to be in there for sure. Especially when I'm wearing one of those black masks.

Every single person that were present here were wearing masks that covered their faces, for the exception of their eyes and lower half of their face. It was a very strict rule you needed to follow in order to even get close to this place.

This was the most exclusive club I've ever been assigned to be in, made specially for billionaires who had their hands in corrupted business.

Shockingly, I had never even read about some of these names. That actually caused a chill down my spine. If I had never heard about some of these names, then it meant those were more dangerous than I could imagine. The ones I needed to stay away from. Especially considering my name and specialty.

That was the thing about this place. The more dangerous you were, the easier it was for you to get a pass in. And that type of people were the ones wearing the black masks.

It was more of an identification system on this island. The billionaires who had a firm and stable position and reputation in underground traffic dealing such as arms and drugs, wore dark grey. Those that had just recently entered the scene, wore lighter shade of grey. Servants and security guards wore white masks. Prostitutes, women or men, wore red ones. And the most dangerous guests wore black.

Fortunately for me tonight, I was not here to make conversation with the ones wearing black. And since I didn't know and had not read information on some of these men, I gladly avoided them, pretending I was more interested in the dark walls or my drink everytime I came close to making eye contact with one of them or came close to catch their eyes.

I adjust my sparkly grey mask on my face when my drink moves it up a little.

That was the one big rule here. Under no circumstances should your mask be removed. By you or another member of the club. Every person's identity were to be anonymous to everyone. Showing your face and identity, means attracting all kinds of danger to your doorstep.

No guns either, another rule this island had.

This place claimed to be a neutral safe ground for all mafia participants. A place for them to safely enjoy spending their money for pleasure and engage in very illegal activities. Activities they hardly could do out of this island.

But if you ask me, that rule was total crap. I witnessed myself how a man shot someone in the chest last year because he cheated at poker, and no one bat an eye. Security came and removed the body and then it was like nothing happened at all. Everyone returned to their conversation and games.

However, no idiot would ever be stupid enough to hold a gun to someone with a black mask. You would be a big fool if you made enemies with one of them, even if you were one of them yourself.

That was what the color-coded masks were for. Their only purpose wasn't to keep anonymity of these people, but also to separate and categorize them based on their position and power.

The identity of guests in this island were protected. Nobody knew who a person was, but everyone needed to know how dangerous a person was. That was why everyone were divided by the masks they wore.

I chose dark grey mask for this mission, giving me the perfect amount of privacy and access. The higher your position as a person was, the more accessibility you had in this place. Didn't much matter to what. People, places, information. Another plus was that you seemed more dangerous to be approached by lower ranked people.

Nobody wanted to disturb or mess with someone they didn't have the power to mess with anyway.

And the people in the black masks didn't care enough to come close to people below them. They had more interesting —and illegal— matters to busy themselves with.

I weren't sure what outfit I should've worn since I don't know many females coming into these kinds of highly exclusive clubs. Even right now, I don't see many women either. Except for the ones in red masks, of course.

But I was not going to were a red mask, or the outfits they were wearing —or the lack of it—.

That would've put me in too much exposure, too much vulnerability and danger. So I went with the safest option. A long black dress with a slit on the side and spaghetti straps. My Louboutin black red bottoms on and my caramel hair in a messy French twist.

I look down to at drink and at the stain mark my dark red lipstick that matchs my red nails left on the rim of the glass. I keep walking and sit down on an empty sit. The entire table empty, and right next to my target.

His loud famous-billionare-kind-of-laugh reaches my ears. I guess he's too happy with himself for winning a bet. These people didn't bet humbley. The were heavy handed when it came to betting and spending their money. I would know that.

So I guess he did win a lot of money. Little knowing that if everything went well tonight, it would be his last night he ever doing that.

I take another sip of my drink to not look suspicious for paying too much attention to the next table, before putting my glass down. I keep my eyes forward but my focus on all the angles around me.

I don't care for surprises when I'm working. I don't like not having complete dominance over the environment around me when I'm at a job.

I'm reaching for my small black purse to take out my lipstick and re-touch when someone sits down on the seat right next to me.

When I raise my head, I see him.

I know who the man is instantly because of his eyes. He wasn't supposed to notice me. He definitely wasn't supposed to fucking sit next to me.

And there's the fucking surprise I just mentioned i hate.

I try to steady my quickened heart beat, not saying farewell to my mission just yet.

He doesn't speak first. Just sits there confidently, like he's the fucking owner of this club. He also doesn't leave my eyes, staring right into them. A faint tilt to the corner of his lips. His eyes dark and shining, just like the sparkly black mask he's wearing.

"Wasn't really expecting to see you here tonight, Miss Knight. I'm quite surprised." He breaks our silent staring contest with his low and smooth voice.

The wind gets knocked out of my chest. The small smile I had vanishes from my face. He looks pleased with the way he caught me off guard.

He said my fucking name out loud...

It wasn't a real name. It was a name I used for myself when I'm working. A name all my clients —and my targets— knew me by.

So yes, him saying it out loud in a place like this definitely made my heart skip a beat. I composed myself quickly and put my smile back on.

"I would be more surprised with the way you were playing pool tonight, mister. For a powerful dominance man such as you, you're awfully bad at pool." I jab at his ego with a sweet smile.

One would say I was a moron for playing with a predator's tale, but my respond to them would be that I was no prey, either.

He doesn't seem offended. In fact, he looks quite impressed with the attack to his ego. Because he likes a challenge.

"Were you paying attention to me all night? I'm flattered."

"Don't be. It's a lady's job to keep an eye on every moving object around her. Especially dangerous looking men such as you." I say the last part suggestively, smirking as I sip a little from my glass.

He leans forward slightly, putting his elbow on the table. His hand dangerously close to grazing my thigh. "So you've been paying attention to all the other men, too? That's a shame. I thought I was special." His voice getting lower and raspier, but still having that gentle undertone that makes a girl fold.

I force my eyes to leave his hand that is still very close to my thigh and look at his eyes. I try to get out words but they sound embarrassingly breathy. "Don't be disappointed. The night still continues. You could still feel special."

His eyes glint at my suggestive words and the corner of his lips lift a bit more. "Are those empty words to make me feel better, or a promise?"

"That very well depends."

"On what?" He asks with a dangerously low voice, lowering his eyes to my red lips. I unconsciously look down at his somewhat plump lips too.

Just as I open my mouth to respond, a servant approaches us with a tray of drinks as the laughter gets louder from the other table.

I compose myself when I remember where I am. I'm getting distracted and reckless. I think the mission has been kissed goodbye already.

He withdraws slightly too but he doesn't take his eyes off of my face. He keeps watching me as I place my empty glass on the tray and pick up a new one. I feel the heat of his unwavering gaze on every millimeter of my face.

I sit back, facing fully forward. Not making any eye contact with him as I drink half of my glass to cool down.

I put the half empty glass on the table, still not looking at him. He on the other hand, has not taken his eyes off my face. Still with that look in his eyes and that tilt to his lips. Like he's enjoying looking at me trying to gain back control over myself a little too much. Like he's looking at an artwork couldn't find nowhere else.

He breaks the silence again with a rasp to his insanely attractive voice. "You didn't mention if you were escorted here with someone, dear miss Knight."

I tensed at the mention of my name agian. He wasn't really that loud. But in this particular room, I feel even whispering my identity will get me in great risk. And I'm not shy to let him know of my discomfort with my eyes.

"No, I didn't mention anything, mister." I force out the last part.

He just smirks.

"It's quite dangerous for such an exquisite lady around here. I hope your man knows what a fool he is if he's letting you come around here by yourself." He takes a drink from his whiskey glass, the small smirk not leaving his face. "That is if you have a significant other, of course."

I can't control the chuckle that escapes me. And he seams too pleased with himself to make me entertain.

"The beautiful picture of an even more beautiful woman smiling shouldn't be seen by just any man. Specially the kind that is here."

I want to call him out on his cavemen behavior, but i just go with the flirtatious line. "So what would you suggest me to do?"

He leans forward again, now, his hand entirely touching my thigh. I hate myself for being distracted by him and his hand enough to notice that a little bit of his hand is touching my exposed skin under the slit of my dress.

"I might have a really good vip-members-only room on the top floor. They are extremely private. Would you care to join me?" He basically leans in to my ear, sending shivers down to my spin with his proximity and low husky voice. "It will give you a break from the smell of smoke, too. You don't really like them."

I didn't miss the little smile to his last sentence. But I don't like the idea of those rooms. I don't want to know why he has one of those rooms. Okay, i actually really do.

"Now, I wouldn't mind that."

He stands up and holds his hand out for me to hold. I put my hand in his, slowly rising from my chair. I let him guide me out of the big chamber room while i hook my arm around his bicep, liking the proximity and the fact that it gives me a chance to smell his cologne precisely. The smell makes me relaxed. I love the smell.

I enter the hall I came from when I got here, the similar expensive type of black and dark maroon wallpapers and floor carpet. Only this time, he takes an unfamiliar turn and guides me to an elevator i didn't use or see the last time. Guess this is the private elevator.

There are two men in black suit and white sparkly masks standing on either side of the elevator doors, their hands folded at their front. They take a look at my escort and instantly allow us to get in. The one on the left presses a small button next to his side and the doors to the elevator open.

My escort waits for me to walk in first like a gentleman. When we both walk inside, the doors close and he presses a button with a five written on it, then he takes out a phone from the inner pocket of his tux jacket and starts typing something. I don't pay attention or focus on his screen. I just look forward.

Few seconds later the doors open and again, I'm the first one to walk out first. Two men in suits and masks, similar to the men downstairs stand at both sides of the elevator doors. My escort guides me forward and I follow. Again, we're met with the same expensive wallpapers and floors. But this hallway is more crowded. We see men with black masks on their face and nearly naked girls and boys wearing red masks by their sides. As in plural.

I'm not even surprised to see one of them on a literal leash walking on all fours.

As we walk, i hear many muffled screams and cries of pain coming from the supposed soundproof rooms. I'm no stranger to bdsm, but i know for a fact that bdsm is not the only thing these men are into. I don't even want to know what is happening on the other side of these walls. I've seen so many fucked up shit. But I'm sure seeing whatever is happening here will give me nightmares.

He stops in front of a dark maroon velvety looking door and opens the door using a black card he took out of his pocket. Again he waits for me to enter first.

I walk in and I'm met with a very expensive looking private vip room. The room has dim lighting with a few little red lights around the room, but it doesn't look red that much. A pricey looking u-shaped couch on one side of the room, a huge king sized bed with black bedding on the opposite side of the room. No freaky or even basic bdsm tools and equipments.

Those are the only things that catch my attention. Because he closes the door behind him and we both turn around at the same time to face each other.

None of us move first. Just look at each other with a challenging smile, daring another to be the first to take their masks off. Just like eveytime tonight where he was the one to give-in first and break from the staring contest, he's the one to remove his mask and talk first.

"Care to explain to me what you're doing here tonight, babe?" Jungkook says as he moves towards a liquor table and puts down his mask. Then opens a bottle of my favorite drink. I go to remove my own mask as well.

"I don't know. Do you care to explain to me why you have a vip private room here? With a king size bed?" I arch a brow at him.

Jungkook hands me a glass of my favorite drink he knows I enjoy so much and takes my mask from me, putting it down right next to his own one.

"I was here for a very important business deal. He didn't agree to meet me anywhere else. And I don't have a room here, as in a usual one. I got one on our way here in the elevator. I didn't want to talk to you in front of all kinds of dangerous men who are dying to find my weak spot."

"Yet, you did speak to me in front of them. And not just that, you said my work name out loud. What the hell was that, Jungkook?"

I get frustrated again about the fact that he was reckless enough to expose my identity to a full room of dangerous predators. Jungkook would tell me he was the most dangerous one out of all of them, but that was still not a good enough excuse.

"Don't worry about that. I won't let anyone even get close to you." He comes so close to me, he practically invades my personal space. His voice dropping to that sexy-as-fuck low tone.

"It was still very dangerous."

"Don't change the subject, love. What were you doing here tonight?" His eyes drop to my lips. My red painted lips always a distraction for him.

"I was in the middle of a job." I move a step back. "A man at the table next to us. He was my target."

"And you followed him here, of all places." He deadpans.

"Well, here was the only place I could have access to him. The fucker is not easy to catch." I huff out. "I thought maybe even go with him to a private space and finish the job. Now I don't know when I can get an opportunity to complete the job."

I pout a little and cross my arms, feeling disappointed for failing my mission. Maybe wanting to make Jungkook feel a little guilty too.

"Don't worry about it, honey." He comes to stand in front of me, his hands grabbing my hips gently and his thumbs caressing me through my dress. "You just give me all the information you have on him and I'll deliver him to you in a silver platter."

"No, Jungkook. You don't get it. This is my job. It doesn't work like that. You're not supposed to do my work for me. I'm the one getting paid to do it."

He doesn't say anything to that. He just keeps staring at my lips.

"This place is too dangerous, baby. You did a risky job coming here all by yourself. What if you caught the attention of a dangerous man?" He pauses when I arch a brow. "A stranger, I mean."

"To be honest, I knew you were going to be here tonight, so I wasn't worried." I confess. "I gotta say though, I really hoped you wouldn't notice me."

With that, his eyes snap back up to meet mine.

"You knew? Why didn't you tell me then? You know I would've helped you get in easier. Make sure you're absolutely safe while finishing your job."

I hold his face in my hands.

"Because of that. I knew you would've wanted to help and do as much as you could to do my job for me. And this is my job. I should be doing it myself."

I slowly caress his cheeks, assuring him I know how much he wants to help so I have to risk myself as little as possible, and I appreciate it so much. So much more than he realizes. But this job is for me, about me, and it should be done only by me.

I adore him for caring so much about my safety and comfort. And i adore him even more for being supportive of what i do and loving me despite of it —though i guess he's no better ,if not worse, when he literally has an entire empire of mafia running around his pinky finger—.

I mean, even though he doesn’t need it, —considering he has the most dangerous trained group of men at his demand— it doesn't hurt to have a professional paid assassin as his girlfriend.

He turns his head, his eyes faltering close as he softly kisses the palm of my hand.

All his rivals would go to a cardiac arrest if they saw their most dangerous competitor turn into such a softy boyfriend.

"I know, babe. It's just..." there's a hint of dread and fear etched to his beautiful eyes. I encourage him to go on. " With everything I see on a daily basis, with everything I do... I can't help to suffocate myself with worry everytime you risk your life when you get involved with all these dangerous people. "

I look into his eyes. His round and beautiful —now immersed with sadness— eyes. I suddenly feel bad for being the reason he goes through so much emotional burden and worry all the time.

I don't know what to say to take all his troubles and worries away. Honestly, i know exactly how he feels. I worry myself to death everytime he goes on a mission with his highest rating men. Even though I know he didn't get all those horrifying labels for free. He does terrifying things and he's damn good at them.

So I do what I always do when he comes back to me after a long exhausting day of living as a heartless monster and being lost in his demons. I kiss his tender lips. With just a kiss, i start a fire in him that will burn all of his demons on the spot. At least untill he has to leave me and go back to the dark tormenting side of his life.

The kiss starts to evolve in to a heated make out. He slides his right hand in my hair, making the already messy twist even messier as he adds pressure to his hold and tugs my head back. I moan into his mouth as he leans more to me and kisses me with an unrestrained lust. He presses his other hand to my lower back, just above my ass, arching me to a perfect posture as he devours my lips.

But he is well aware that in this relationship, he has met his match. I tug at his jacket's collar to have better access to his mouth as i move him with me to a wall. I lean into the wall and press his defined body to mine. Both burning with a searing heat.

But suddenly, Jungkook detaches his lips from mine and looks into my eyes.

"Next time you have to get into one of these places for business, you'll tell me and take me with you. You understand," He brings his lips down to mine and gives my lips a brief kiss. "future Mrs Jeon?" Whispering the last part on my lips.

I pull my head back and arch a brow in warning. "Don't you dare calling me that when you haven't gotten down on one knee."

He shifts his eyes from my lips to my eyes. And in the matter of few seconds, he drops to one knee in front of me.

The wind immediately gets knocked out if me. I stare down at him in absolute shock, the high from the make out starting to disappear.

He stares at me from where he's kneeling in front of me, like a god kneeling down to his goddess, and holds my hips possessively.

"I'm sorry, babe. I don't have a ring with me right now. You can ride my face while I'm on one knee, if that works."

"Oh that works just fine." I sound much too breathy.

That makes the corner of his lips lift immediately. His hand work to hoist the skirt of my dress. He dives head first into my skirt, not wasting a single second. His lips and tongue working magic as they always do. And me, gasping and moaning as I always do.

He keeps stimulating my clitoris with his tongue, doing wonders with his lips and tongue. I'm not a religious person in the slightest, but he makes me see God everytime he has me riding his mouth.

The tense pleasure keeps building up in my lower abdomen. The more he gets passionate and intense with his tongue and lips, the more I move my hips on his mouth. The pleasure gets escalated to the point that I can't keep the whimper nor the orgasm in anymore.

Jungkook notices I'm close to loosing it based on how constant and loud my moans are getting. And that's when for a brief second he stops teasing my clit with his tongue. When I look down to meet his eyes, he continues eating me out with the pace he had before, but he arches a brow at me and threatenes me while his lips are still on me.

"You remember what happened the last time I told you not to come until I say, but you did anyway. Right, babe?"

That one little reminder of our passionate and wild fucking for four hours in Bahamas is enough for me to take it like a big girl and not surrender to the fierce need of letting out the orgasm. But he didn't say anything about all the other thing I can't do.

I lift the leg that is not on Jungkook's shoulder and dig the heel into his thigh as I scratch his scalp with my long nails and pull at his soft beautifully styled —and now disheveled— hair. He groans as he pushes his pierced tongue into my entrance.

I cry out loud because now the orgasm is inevitable. I'm about to beg him and tell him I'm willing to fucking throw out my annoying book collection —as he calls it— if he just lets me come. But he gives the permission for my release before i can do that.

"Come on my face. Come on, baby. Now." His hoarse voice gets muffled by my body.

I don't even realize when I let the orgasm go. I just know that it carried on forever. To the point I started to see everything dark. I whimpered and cried out and yanked his hair.

He never stoped his tongue's movement. He kept eating me out through my orgasm and groaned when I pulled at his hair a little too roughly.

When I remember how to breath again, I look down at him. I get another shiver through my entire body when I see the view I have. Him on his knees for me, his lips now plumped and glistening with my arousal. I follow the glistening line, dribbled down to his chin. And the hottest part, he was looking at me with the most lust filled hooded eyes. Desire pooling in them, like he was the on that just recieved an oral orgasm.

"You're the most beautiful work of art. The sexiest woman on this planet. And you're mine." He praised with a rasp to his words.

He stands up to his feet. Bringing his face down, close to my externally hot and flushed one, but doesn't make our lips meet. He leans his forehead to mine and whispers, "Completely and only, mine."

My breathing gets heavier and labored with his words of affirmation. One of the many things Jungkook is flawless in, was sexy talking during sex. Saying words that would curl your toes and bring a shiver through your entire body.

Jungkook then slides his hands under my ass and lifts me up. I gasp and wrap my arms and legs around him. His lewed eyes burning holes in me that makes my entire body sweat. He not so gently puts me on the bed. His head drops to my neck and starts kissing and sucking, even biting in between. Marking me with his mouth like he always does.

As he marks my entire neck and chest with purple hickeys, his hand softy traces my cheek. He reaches my exposed shoulder, and I shiver by his soft caress. He removes the straps of my dress and slowly pulls my dress down, not loosing focus while he leaves a wet trail on my neck. And I moan everytime he sucks on a sensitive spot.

I'm impatient with wanting to leave my own marks on him with my nails and teeth. I tug at his tux, urging him to take it off. When the jacket is gone and somewhere on the floor and so is the bow and vest, I untuck his dress shirt from his trousers and start working on opening his buttons. He helps me as he brings his lips up to my mine. When all the buttons are successfully undone, I drag my nails on his back. And I'm not gentle when I'm leaving my own marks on my boyfriend.

Jungkook moans and bites my bottom lip. He trails his lips lower and lower, not stopping untill he reaches my breasts. Uncovered since the dress had its own built-in bras. He licks and twirls his tongue around a nipple, having the nerve to tease me and look at me right in the eye.

I draw one of my hands up to his scalp. I pull a little at his disarranged hair. He smirks at me as a sign that message is received and takes the entire breast in his mouth. I moan at the pleasure of his wet mouth on me while he holds the other breast and teases the sensitive nipple.

Jungkook, being the extra motherfucker that he is, bites my breast violently and leaves his angry mark there too. I tug his hair harder everytime he bites my skin.

"Taking a jab at my pool playing, huh?" He chuckles.

"I meant it. You still suck at pool." I giggle and tenderly stroke his hair.

He moves lower untill he reaches my stomach. Fully removing my dress now, when he still has his pants on.

He holds my waist as he kisses my stomach a lot more gentle than he was a few moments ago. Staying there and peppering my stomach with wet kisses. I bring my legs up to his shoulders and sink them against his back. He brings his head up and looks at me with a tease to his eyes.

"If you're trying to get another pussy eating from me, stop trying. I won't do anything else untill I've fucked you in three different positions."

"Three? Are we talking three separate orgasms or...?"

He comes up fully now. "What do you think, babe?"

I get up and lean on my elbows as well. "I think, if you don't fuck me three separate times and maybe finish the deal with a face-riding, you're loosing your stamina, Old man."

"When did I become an old man?" He argues, offended I even questioned his age or capabilities.

"You're not. But then you are one if you don't fuck my brains out tonight." I challenge him because I know that's how we do everything. With a challenge. Especially with fucking.

"We'll see who is loosing their stamina." He mutters before grabbing both of my legs and yanks me forward to him.

He aggressively starts to unbuckle his belt as he hungrily stares at my eyes. The button and the zipper are next. A wave of excitement crashes through me at the astonishing view and the idea of what's coming soon.

I watch him with thrill as he removes his trousers and when I go to get up because i want to be the one to remove his boxers, he stops me before I can. He brings his hand to my neck and and grips it gently. I immediately get another wave of thrill from the act.

"Where do you think you're going? You're staying where you are." He murmurs so very closely to my lips.

"I want to give you a blow job."

"Nah, baby. You're not. Now lay back." He gently pushes me back on the mattress by my neck.

"Are you saying you don't plan to fuck my mouth at all tonight?" I arch a brow.

"Not now."

He suddenly hoists me up, turns me around on the mattress so I'm on my knees and he's facing my back, then he kneels on the bed right behind me. He does everything so fast, I don't have time to process a thing, like when did he took off his boxers.

He fists my hair and pushes his cock inside me entirely in one move. I'm still sensitive from minutes ago, so the feeling of having every inch of him so suddenly burns all of the wires in my head. Making me arch back and let out a loud gasp followed by a cry of pain and bliss.

Jungkook forces my head back by his grip on my hair. "Shh. You can take it babe. Don't you?" He groans in my ear.

His other hand moves from my waist up to my throat and holds it with a little pressure. I moan, loving every second of this.

"Yes." I breath out. Finally adjusting to the feeling of him everywhere on and inside my body.

But the feeling is short lived because without preparing me or easing me into it, he starts thrusting his hips into me furiously. Pulling out to the tip and snapping all the way back in with a sharp piercing force, moving me and the bed violently. I feel all the things in my stomach. I couldn't control the cries and loud moans if I wanted to. There was no reason for me to keep my moans in. We were in a sex island and I already blew up my mission, so I might as well enjoy it to the fullest with my boyfriend.

I held his arm that was tenderly chocking me with one hand and his thigh with the other, scratching marks like I always do on his body. My cries were getting uncontrollably louder as his pace got violently fast. We were both out of breathe already. His lips pressed to my ears as he started moaning too. I was so close. The pace, the stretch, the depth he was fucking me with that sharpness. I couldn't breath anymore. Without any warning or prior thought, I came. And I came hard. My scream came out chocked and it wasn't only because of the pressure he was putting on my throat. I crashed in his arms violently. The orgasm hitting me in frequent hot and cold waves. When I felt like my lungs were beginning to burn, he stopped fucking me through my orgasm and pulled out of me.

I immediately went limp and fell forward when I didn't have him as a support pressed to my back anymore. He held me before I went face down on the mattress. Every inch of my skin was on fire, especially between my legs where he did a number on me. He was breathing heavily too, trying to gain back his strength.

"You okay, love?" He rasped out, definitely collecting his ability to breath a lot faster than me.

When I was able to get air in me a little better, I just nodded and breathed out a 'yeah'.

"Don't faint on me yet babe. Remember? Two more rounds and maybe some oral after."

I reclaimed my stamina back with the self-assured promise. He starts to kissing me. It started out softly but in matter of seconds it becomes a hungry passionate make-out. He slides one hand behind my head and another under my thigh. As we kiss, he hoists my legs around him and slowly stands up. He grabs my ass cheeks with both hands as we deepened our kiss even more.

He circles the bed and goes to the wall. He presses me between him and the wall. I move my hands through his hair and fasten my legs around his waist as i lower my head to his neck and start kissing and sucking on the skin below his ear.

He lines his still hard cock with my entrance and pushes in. I open up for him almost immediately, not having a problem with taking all of him this time.

When he's fully in and I'm used to the stretch, he starts moving. His movements gets faster and he hoists up my thighs to achieve a better angle. The new angle has my ankles on his shoulders as he fucks me deeply against the wall. He lowers his face to my neck and starts sucking and biting. I clench around him and sink my nails in his biceps. He groans against my ears and bites it and circles my clit with the hand that's not holding me up by my ass. A loud moan escapes me and just when I'm about to come, he stops and moves my legs to circle his waist.

He walks to the bed and kneels on the mattress. And I'm koala hugging him while he's still deep inside me.

He secures his hand on my back and starts fucking me again. I move myself up a down on him, trying to match his rhythm and meet his thrusts. He licks and kisses my breasts while fucking me. I throw my head back from the pleasure. The sound of our moans and groans and wet skin slapping against each other fills the silent room. Not long after, we both come. He groans in my ear as I feel the hot and heavy feeling of his cum spilling inside me. He's still pounding in to me when I'm trying to come down from the high.

Jungkook stops his movement when he's completely spent but he doesn’t pull out of me. He doesn't get up from the bed either. He just looks at me.

"I love you so much. You know that, right?" He suddenly asks.

"I know. I love you, too. More than you can imagine." I go to kiss him immediately, suddenly crashed with a huge sense of affection and intimacy.

We kiss a little before we fully come down from the high of our orgasms. Few minutes later, he's into full control mood again and gets up from the bed. We move together untill my back hits a surface.

I break the kiss to not only look behind me but to also take a very much needed exhale. It's a window. A tinted glass that I assume will be seen pitch black on the outside. But apparently, we're not gonna be doing it against the window, because he slowly and gently pushes me down so I lay down on the floor on a black fur rug. And it's right in front of a full length mirror.

I lay down as I caress the skin of his back and kiss him. He spreads my thighs and slowly starts to bring his hands to my calfs, then he pushes a leg up to meet my head. He then slides the other hand to my throat again. He puts a light pressure so my head tilts north a little. And I'm met with a glimpse of ourselves in the mirror above my head.

The view somehow makes what we're doing look hotter. Me laid down with a leg stretched up to my head, him bending down to me on his knees and choking me.

"Keep your eyes right there while I'm fucking you, got it?"

I nod at him in the mirror without taking my eyes off of it. Me and Jungkook are all about exploring sex and different kinks. Nothing better than your boyfriend being as kinky as you are. We complete each other in bed perfectly —or wherever else we're fucking in—. One thing we've never tried and don't plan to explore is threesome. It's a hard no for me and Jungkook is just as uninterested. The idea of another man seeing me naked and having sex with me, in front of him of all cases, makes him turn into a homicidal maniac and triggers the will to commit murder. And he couldn't be more uninterested to the idea of fucking another woman, Even if it's a one time thing. When we talked about it he was keen on assuring me I'm the only woman he will ever want, not anyone else. So the idea was out of the window in every sense and was never brought up ever again.

He starts to kiss his way from my chest down to my breasts, kissing and licking the angry marks he left there while his cock nudges and torments my hole. I moan from both feelings, my eyes close for a brief moment before I remember I should keep them on the mirror. I look back up and a moan slips out of me for a different reason. The image of him marking and worshipping my body does things to my brain chemistry. I automatically close my other thigh around his body, trying to nudge him and make him fuck me already.

"You're ready baby?" He makes sure while still teasing my unmarked breast.

"Yes! Please just do it already." I groan eagerly.

He breaths out an amused chuckle at my desperation, but he doesn't torture me further. He takes his cock with the hand that was holding my thigh and guides it at my entrance. He lifts his eyes and looks at me through the mirror, then he pushes himself in, but not as hard as he did the first time or as abruptly as the second time. This time, he slowly slides in, drinking my expression through the mirror. My chest rises and my lips falls open at the slow stretch. When he's fully in, he doesn’t give me more time to adapt. He starts pounding hard and fast. My moans come out right away, the euphoria hitting me with every thrust of his cock to the right spot.

Jungkook leaves my eyes and goes to lift my other leg to my head level. The position perfect for him to go as deep as physically possible. The breathy moans turns into loud cries of bliss when he picks up the pace and pounds in to me with deep punishing thrusts.

"Eyes on the mirror." He growls when I unconsciously close my eyes a little, the pleasure and the pain getting undescribably blissful.

I snap my eyes open and look at him through the mirror. His body flushed and sweaty as he keeps pounding to me. His head tilted down and looking at where his cock slides in and out of me. The wild look in his eyes while he's looking at where our bodies meet makes me clench wildly around him. Moans of pleasure escape him at the feeling and he picks up the pace even more. His fingers start circling my clit with just the perfect amount of pressure. I can't control the tears that leave my watery eyes. But I keep them on the mirror and at us with all my already drained power. As he pounds his cock to my g-spot, I scream as I let go. I let go of everything. The electricity that goes through my body is insane. I don't even realize I'm still screaming and shaking until I hear Jungkook groan loudly.

"Fuck! Baby, yes! Keep coming, babe. Keep coming."

My eyes open and I look down and see that I've squirted all over him. I'm still squirting. He has pulled out of me and has pushed three fingers in, curling them so he's putting pressure on the sensitive spot as he brings his other hand and his fingers keeps moving with a fast speed on my clit. I see white as I keep squirting. Still screaming from the insane stimulation. He doesn't stop when I'm all spent and drained. My thighs shake frantically. I hold his arm to stop him.

"Stop. Oh my God, please stop!" I cry out. My voice coming out hoarse. I try to push at his arm when I'm not able to take it anymore.

When I look at him again I realize that he hasn't come yet. His cock is still fully erected. He's probably in his way to get blue balls. I bring my hand to him and fist it around his cock. A breathy moan comes out of him. He closes his eyes and lets me bring him to an orgasm. I keep moving my hand up and down his cock and bring my other hand to massage his balls. He groans and his abdomen clenches. I tighten my grip and move my fist with faster pace. He moans and comes all over me. Ropes of come coating my clit and lower belly.

He goes out of breath and falls forward, catching himself on his arms before he crashes on to me. It takes few second of deep breathing for him to be able to function again. He raises his head to look at me. We stare at each other, my eyes still tearful and our bodies rising heavily as we try to catch our breaths.

"That was one good fuck." I breath out and smile.

He lazily smiles too. "Yeah, it definitely was. Almost makes me not mad at you for coming here all by yourself." He breaths out.

I chuckle and slump my head down. Jungkook lowers himself and lays down next to me and stretches his arm for me to use as a pillow. I put my head on his chest and he circles his other hand around my waist, gently caressing my hot skin.

We cuddle there on the floor for a few minutes. Our breathing now reached a steady rhythm. I sneak my hand to side of his neck, also caressing his flushed cheek. He turns his head and leaves a lingering kiss on my palm.

"I'm too drained to move. Let alone get up and leave the island." I murmur tiredly as I pepper his chest with tiny kisses.

"I thought you wanted to give me a blow job after we fuck. "He chuckles. Turning his head to look at me with glassy gorgeous eyes.

"I gave you a hand job. For now we consider that enough." I drawl before a yawn escapes me.

"No I specifically remember we discussed oral and face riding." The little shit teases even though I know he's also tired and spent.

"Jungkook I'm too tired right now. We can do that when we wake up." I hide my face in his chest.

"No no. You're a slayer. You can't get exhausted that easily. Now get up. We'll start again from where we stopped."