🌹𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕🌹

I stand behind Jungkook as he opens the door to our house. Once he flips it open, he cranes his neck at me, "get in."

My fingers fiddled together as I step inside, carefully removing my shoes at the shoe rack. I walk into the living room, looking around as my heart skipped a beat when I notice Jungkook's dad standing at the first floor, looking down at me.

I looked back at Jungkook but he's busy removing his shoes at the shoe rack.

"Jungkook...," I whisper to him and before he could divert his attention to me, his dad run back to his room.

For a moment, I thought, I just saw a dream that no one was actually there. For a moment, I thought I am just being paranoid but no, I know his dad could move. I won't believe its my mind-play any longer because I clearly remember when he pushed me down the basement.

"You said something?" Jungkook asks turning at me.

I shake my head at his words as he walk straight to the dining table, taking a seat at one of the chairs. Dante hasn't came back after that day. He did sent me a message that he will live with his son now. I mean, I won't want them to live separately now either. It's better if Yoongi won't show his face to Jungkook ever again.

Jungkook did rush to that old building recklessly and all alone that night when he heard me crying over the phone but this is Jungkook's property. Jungkook wouldn't have to lift up a finger to harm Yoongi before dad's guards would empty all of their bullets in him. Yoongi is big enough to protect him and his dad so it's better they both stay out of the picture now.

I shake my head internally and move ahead to switch the lights but nothing came on.

"Jungkook, the light. It's not working...," I trail at the last word.

"It happens here. The circuit might needs to be changed after the storm that night. I'll do it tomorrow."

He informs as a cold shiver ran down my spine at the night's remembrance again. The night when I almost lost him, the night I remember who truly Nicole was in Jungkook's eyes. It was the most dreadful and horrifying night of my life.

I should better light few candles. It's getting darker and darker every second here. I search through some drawers in the kitchen as I could feel Jungkook's piercing gaze right at my back. My fingers trembles as I find some candles and a matchbox in the second last drawer.

With shivering hands, I light two of them. It's also getting cold in here too and without electricity, there's no heat inside the house. I leave one candle at the kitchen counter while placing the other on the dining table beside Jungkook.

Just when I was about to turn around, his hand lands on my wrist and he pulls me to him. I gasp landing straight on his lap, my arms holding onto his shoulders. My breathing is harsh as he looks at my chest, rising and falling down in a strange rhythm. The sound of my heart pounding is enough to announce my fear for him from miles away.

He slide my hair strand behind my ear, gently tucking it away, "What did I tell you about riding with other men? Huh?"

I look down at his chest, unable to meet his gaze. I'm sure, he could sense the panic in my eyes and blood rushing throughout my veins. My eyes widens when I felt his hard member poking in the middle of my asscheeks.

"What did I tell you about texting me whenever you leave the house? Hmm?"

My lower lip trembles at the memory. Last time, he hurt me so badly when I made such mistake but the point is, it was the first time and now, I've repeated the mistake twice.

"I... I..."

He place his fingers under my chin and I flinch when he pulls my face up, "look into my eyes when you speak to me," he warns.

"I... just..."

"You just what, Y/N?"

"I... I... am sorry."

"No, you're not. You weren't sorry the first time and you aren't sorry now either."

"I really am," I cry as two tears slide on my cheeks and fall right above my breasts. His eyes flashed at the sight as it travels along the trace.

"I haven't even done anything yet and you're already crying, Y/N. Why? Are you scared of me?"

I nod.

"Should we see if your body is scared of me or not as much as you are," he said as his hand trailed down my neck and he cups my right breast in his savage hold. I wince when he pinches my nipple above my shirt. His touch is so rough and harsh as if he's punishing me for my mistakes.

My breath hitches in middle as I felt something cold travels at my back and just then I hear him tear my top. My shirt huddles onto my front until he pull it away from my body all together. I saw the thrill in his eyes when he spot my baby pink bra as if he have never seen something like this ever before.

I'm sure he has fucked more girls I can count. I want to ask him about Ava too, but right now, I don't have any courage to ask him anything. He's already way too angry.

I'm still in my thoughts while he unhook my bra from behind with one hand as if he's practiced it many times with too many girls.

"Jungkook...," I gasp when he pull it away from my front, leaving my upper body bare and naked.

I didn't realize that I've closed my eyes shut until he announces, "open your eyes and look at me."

I open my eyes at his command, my blurry eyes meet his cold ones as he bring the metal he was holding behind my back to the front. My eyes widens as I see a knife in his hold. Is he going to cut me somewhere? I'm about to slide my weight away from his lap but he wraps his leg around my thighs, forcing my body to be trapped under him.

"Jungkook... please..."

"Shh," he tells me, caressing my hair as he place the sharp blade right above the candle flame, turning it into a burning-hot metal. I cry looking at the knife as it becomes hot and hot every second. His other hand cups my same breast while he plays with my nipple as if getting it ready for something else.

He brings the burning knife near his face and he blows over it with his mouth twice. I've no idea what he's about to do until he place the hot sharp object right above my nipple. My body jerk up with pain, and I wiggle in his hold but it's of no use under a man's hold who's way more bigger than me, stronger even.

When I know I can't fight him, I slide my arms over his neck and hold him for my dear life.

"Its okay. Relax..."

He tells me as he keep the knife still on my aching bud until he's sure that its no longer radiating the hotness. I didn't realize what he's about to do next until he replace the knife's place with his mouth and he sucks on my sensitive nipple, so roughly and aggressively that I scream harder this time. He bite on the soft flesh, pulling my bud between his sharp teeth.

His saliva wets my breast, as a string trails down on my stomach. It somehow soothes the burning sensation away. I want him to continue licking my hot, sensitive nipple.

As if he don't want to give me a sense of relief, he pulls his mouth away from my bosom with a popping sound. I cry, placing the side of my cheek on his shoulder. His strong hand wraps around my breast as he shake my full boob in his hold, my swollen nipple wiggles along even without any efforts.

"Do you see this, Y/N? How big your nipple gets under my touch," He cups my other breast in his empty hand too, "can you see the difference?"

He asks before I look down at his hands cupping both of my breasts. One of my nipples is just perky, the one he's not touched yet, while the other is swollen, red, big and throbbing. He leaves my untouched tit alone and kiss again on my tortured nipple. Its like, he just want to punish one of my breasts and not the other as if, it have done something wrong and unforgivable.

More tears swells from my eyes when I smell the burning metal again. He has placed the knife back on the candle, and if he's planning on doing the same to my other breast, then I'm sure, I would just die from the pain.

I pull my head straight at the thought. I push on his chest to break free, crying my eyes out only for him to tighten his hold.

"Stop struggling Y/N. You'll have to bear it, either take it in a easy way or I use some rough tactics. You decide?"

"I choose easy..."

I answer him without hesitation. He's already too rough on my soft heart, and I don't want to see what his other side is. I also know a matter of factly that no matter how hard I try to accept Jungkook as he is, I cannot just get used to the amount of pain he force me to go through.

I thought he just hated me and that is why he was this beastly with me that night but now I know, he's just always like this. He's a sadist and he's slowly but surely, turning me into his masochist because I know if he lifts my skirt right now, he'll find me wet and aroused.

I scream louder as he break my anticipation once again. He didn't put the knife on my untouched nipple but on the same one that he just tortured. The same one, that's hurting, the same one, that's swollen, the same one that's sensitive.

I could feel his saliva turning into fine mist above my aching bud as he presses the sizzling knife harder onto my skin. It hurts more this time. It feels as if someone have cut open my skin thousand times. Just when he's sure, the knife is not hot anymore, he removes it from my skin.

His lips find the sensitive skin of my neck right after, as he trail wet kisses all over my upper body. I somehow want him to put his lips on my aching bud, and suck away the pain just like he did before but he kiss me everywhere but my painful nipple.

I snake my fingers in his hair, trying to guide his lips onto my aching nipple but he smirks against my skin as if sensing my eagerness. While still keeping his mouth close to my wounded nipple, he cranes his head up to look at my face, lifting his eyebrow, "does my baby want me to suck on her swollen nipple?"

He asks, and I nod hastily, because yes, I want him to take this pain away with his mouth.

"Will you let anyone touch what's mine ever again?" His voice turns into a warning tone and now I remember, why he's torturing only one of my breasts because Yoongi touched my same breast in front of him. It's my punishment for letting another man touch what's his.

"No..." I answer right after. I cannot wait any longer. I want his lips on my nipple right fucking now.

As if he heard me, he hide my nipple into his soft mouth the next moment. He's not only sucking on it, but also twirling his tongue on the bud, as if soothing all the pain away.

I moan.

I whimper.

I cry.

I sob.

He pull his mouth away for a second, eyeing the craft he made on my breasts. The pain returns again, the burning sensation returns again, and It's unbearable. I shriek at the pain again as he looks up at my face again, right from my breasts, "does it still hurt, baby?"

I nod at his question, my tears falling right on his face.

"How much?" He asks, as if he wants to know how much his punishment has been successful.

"A lot..."

I trail when he sticks his tongue out, drawing circles all around my expanded nipple, "and now?"

"Less... it hurts less like this..."

He continues drawing soothing circles around my sensitive skin, and I continued moaning against his hold. I close my eyes, carefully feeling every touch, every ring of his tongue on my skin. He punishes me, but he also soothes my pain away, like always.

My small arms hug his neck when he leave my bosom alone this time and wraps his arms around my naked waist. I wail in his hold as he caress my hair while kissing the side of my face.

"It's gonna be alright, baby. It won't hurt for that long," he says as I cry more against his shoulder, stuffing my face in the crook of his neck. He bounce his legs this time as if I'm his little baby who got hurt by playing with her toys.

After almost fifteen minutes, my cries stop altogether and I almost drifted into my slumber. I haven't slept well all these days and in Jungkook's warmth, I want to stay peacefully.

"Let's get your anus ready for my dick now, huh?"

He said and my relaxation vanishes in some corner of the house. My eyes burst open and the fear cradling my heart comes to the surface and force my lower lip to tremble, "w-what?"

"Your punishment isn't over yet."

He tells me before wrapping my legs on either side of his waist. I don't know, how he did it with the injury in his rib, but he carries me like a weightless doll to my room, shutting and locking the door securely after.

He place my body on the cold sheets as I tremble in his hold. Flipping me around, he place two pillows under my stomach. With this position, my ass is up in the air for him. He slides my skirt out of my legs, along with my panties as if he cannot wait any second further to completely make me his. This is the only place left where he's not fucked me with his dick and I think, he will claim this part of me today as well.

Something hurts, something burns. Oh no, it burns more.

"Ahhh..." I scream when I felt his thumb presses onto the tight ring of muscles at my anus. It's like too much pressure all of a sudden. My eyes turn teary when he thrust the tip of his thumb into my arsehole and without giving me time to adjust, he push it all the way in.

My body jerks up and I twist my stomach to the side, feeling the stinging sensation way too raw on my hole. His other hand pulls on my ankle, and he gets me back in same position right after.

I cry against the covers, biting on the sheets when he start moving his thumb in and out of me. I thought he already punished me enough but this is beyond my tolerance ability. He keeps thrusting in and out of in a rhythmic manner and I could feel my inner walls hiding his thumb inside them.

"See its not that hard. Now you will take my cock like you took my thumb inside you, right?"

I wince when he removes his thumb out in a sudden pull, leaving my hole empty and throbbing. I hear him slide his pants down in next moment and now that I notice, he has me all naked while he's fully clothed.

I grunt when he slaps my legs open, and I felt a rush of breeze against my naked holes. I close my eyes when he slide his hands on my back, all the way to my arms and just like that he brings them behind my back and place my palms over my ass cheeks, guiding me to stretch them as far as away from each other.

"Keep your hole stretched for me. Just like this!"

He orders, and this way, my arsehole is spread way too wider for him, so easy for him to thrust his dick into. He have already prepared me with his thumb, but I know how big and thick he is, and it's going to be painful. There's no point of saying the safe word, because he would just ignore it like he's ignoring my whimpers.

"So fucking beautiful!"

He says as he eats me with his gaze. I feel so embarrassed in this position. I'm stretching myself out for him to see me, to fuck me and there's nothing more I could do to fluster myself more. He stays there still for a while, inspecting me with his eyes, tearing my self respect down into ashes.

My body flinches when he slides his hand over my wet pussy suddenly, lathering all the juices on his dick, using it as a lube. Oh no, he's about to do it. My heart hammer against my chest, my body shivers. Everything turns so cold all of a sudden.

"Is your pussy feeling sensitive? Even before any orgasms? Hmm?"

He asks acknowledging the way I jerked at his slight touch on my clit and something tingles in my lower belly at his words. He notices everything, every little detail and I want to hide my face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment that how aroused he makes me feel, how right it actually feels even when it fucking hurts.

He place his palm on my lower back as he pressed down on it, making a perfect angle for his thrusts. Right after, he moves and settles himself in middle of my legs, right in front of my stretched hole.

"Ohh noo..." I cry, when he push his tip inside and a bolt of pain shoots down my spine. My hands trembled over my ass cheeks, almost loosing the hold.

"Open wider!" He warns in his authoritative tone as I pull more on my butt cheeks, spreading them as much as I can for him.

This time, he push the tip deeper into my opening and I sob at the tearing sensation in my anus. It fucking stings, and its a bad kind of sting. No its a worst kind of sting. My anus burns as if someone just cut open my hole and placed a hot knife over it.

"Ahhh," I cry when he push in deeper. He's so big and hard and I think I'm about to die from this pain. Its too much for my small opening. Its too much to handle.

"Oh yes, baby. That's it."

He says, as he thrust little bit morel. He's almost in the middle of his length where he is more thicker and wider and it hurts like hell. My body started shaking under him, my eyes all blurry with tears and I couldn't even wipe them away as he had put my hands to work for his advantage.

"Just like that, baby. let me all in."

He says before tearing through the soft tissues inside of my walls, making me feel an immense pain that cannot just be dissipated by screams. I feel myself way too full as my walls clench over his length, consuming him whole in. His balls touch right outside my other opening while he keeps his dick in there still for few minutes, giving me time to adjust.

He caress my back in soft, slow strokes with his long callous fingers, "don't push me out, baby. Give me space. Relax your body."

No matter how much he tells me to relax, I just couldn't. I'm just trying my best to hold him in. I've never experienced this much pain ever before. Its way more painful than loosing my vaginal virginity to him. This is so much worse.

I hiccup in my cries when he starts moving, slowly but all in and all out. I felt something travel down my hole, right where our bodies meet and I don't want to think what it is.

"Shit baby, you're bleeding."

He informs me, leaving goosebumps of fear all over my skin. He picks up his pace at the sight of blood as his other hand reach underneath on my clit and he rubs on it with his, long, rough fingers. I wiggle my head at the sensation. I'm so sensitive there and his harsh stokes on my clit are too much to handle for me.

I felt used and broken, and all by the man I love. Any sane man would back up at this point, but Jungkook doesn't because he's a sadist, a man of pain, and I'm his masochist doll, who he can use and abuse all he wish because I allow him to. Because when I chose Jungkook thirteen years ago, or on my eighteenth birthday, or when he break my virginity, I chose him completely.

It's not that I can accept only few parts of him and decline others, that's not how real world works. The pure romance is only in movies and books, and by being a wife to a man like Jungkook, sex can never be soft, gentle or tender. I don't even imagine it to be. Its just not him, and I won't ask him to be someone he's not.

I let myself to relax, my attention slowly drifting to the pleasure as his thrusts get more intense and his thumb works wonders on my clit at a merciless rhythm.

My legs shake as his fingers continue rubbing against my swollen bud.

"Oh fuck!" He says, rubbing faster on my clit earning moans or whimpers from me, I can't differentiate. He's too big, too hard on my small, soft body.

My mouth falls open, and I know I'm about to come, "Oh no, J-Jungkook...,"

"You're not coming just yet, Y/N." he warns rubbing harder on my clit. This time he pinches it, and a different sensation shoots down in my lower stomach. I'm about to let go, I'm about to come and just then everything dissolves. He stops his movements on my clit in middle of my orgasm and I can never be more frustrated.

My breathing is harsh and erratic as my arsehole almost swallow him whole with every thrust. I've adjusted to his size by now. The pain has nearly dissipated into pleasure until I felt a sharp blow on my clit. He slaps on it, not once, not twice, but continuously. I jerk up with every hit on my sensitive clit.

"Oh shit, it hurts..." I cry as he slapped harder.

The pressure builds in my lower belly once again. My legs shake and I know, I'm about to come and this time, its so much intense. I see everything goes black in front of my eyes for few minutes as he spills his seeds inside me too and we come together. He doesn't stop slapping my clit, even though he knows, I'm all done.

I'm super sensitive from my orgasm, I'm so swollen, not just my clit, but everywhere in my body. He finishes himself completely into me in his next few thrusts as he pulls himself out of me. He turns me around then. While placing my back on the sheets, he spreads my legs wide apart.

Before I know what he's doing, he looks at both of my holes, clenching on air.

"So freaking adorable," he says while admiring my most intimate parts which are used by him and his cock. I whimper when his head falls down on my red, swollen clit and he sucks, rougher and harder. He nibbled on it after, earning a gasp from me as my second orgasm came out of me with so much energy.

He doesn't stop at my orgasm, and this time, he thrusts his fingers inside me too. All three at the same time as he pumps them into me, harder and deeper and I felt extremely over sensitive, over used and over drained.

"Oh g-god, I cannot come anymore, J-Jungkook, It's painful."

"Yes, you can. This little pussy of yours can," he said as he suck on my clit again, before sliding his tongue all over my folds, sucking in all of my juices, fingers still pumping inside me, my third orgasm is approaching. I released myself with a whimper, tears wetting my eyelids.

"See, you came. Let's get one more orgasm out of you, huh?"

He speaks before thrusting fourth finger inside of me this time, he's tearing me open, almost half of his hand is inside me. He pumps his finger inside me faster and harder, his tongue drawing circles on my enlarged clit.

I'm almost about to faint out at the time I release my fourth orgasm, my eyes slowly closing as he give one last kiss on my pussy before lifting my back up and flopping my body on top of his hard chest, my legs resting on either side of his waist as he lay back on the soft mattress with me on top of him.

My womanhood still clenching on air, still feeling his tongue and fingers all over. I think, I'm no longer mine, I'm his. Everything in my body now belongs to him. We both catch our breaths as I snake my arms under his back, hugging him close to my body.

I close my eyes at the sound of his heartbeat as he speaks against my ear, "I'll lock you up and throw away the fucking key if you ever even think about doing anything like that ever again. You do not go to clubs or pubs or any of such places without me. Do you hear me?"

I nod against his chest, silently shedding tears against his shirt. His dick is still hard, placed right across my tired pussy. He have consumed me all, with so much pain and humiliation.

"Why is my baby crying now? Does your pussy still hurt? Or is it your anus or your right nipple?"

He asks and I nod again, not knowing what actually hurts, but it does.

"Weird, let me look."

He asks, as he place both of his hand under my hips as he lifts my body up as if I am just a petal of rose with no weight. He eyes both of my holes with hooded eyes, and I felt my cheeks get red at the position he's put me into.

Oh god, why is he like this? So direct and so audacious. He place my hips back on his thighs then, his dick right beside my pussy but still not in.

"You're not bleeding anymore, baby. I checked it. You will be alright. Okay?"

He informs me, making me more flustered. I shouldn't have said yes to his question.

"I'm so sorry, my creature..." he speaks as his voice shakes at the end and I'm taken by surprise all of a sudden.

"Loving me must be so fucking hard and I'm so sorry for that," he caress my hair, and my back, anywhere his hands could reach, "I'm so sorry for not recognizing you earlier. I'm so sorry for hating you. I'm so sorry for saying that you don't matter to me. If you ask me now, nothing in this world matters me more than you. I love you, Y/N, I think I never stopped."

He says as fresh new tears slide down my cheeks. Now I know, what's hurting. It's my stupid heart that's hurting. It's my stupid heart that's aching.

Since I met him, he carries more anger and pain than thousand armies could ever bear. He was betrayed, deceived and hurt. Believe me when I say, he already crossed hell. And the only time I saw peace in his eyes was when he hugged me today, when he accepted me as his. Nicole aka me, was the only reason he wanted to stay alive for and today, I actually became the only reason he will willingly stay alive for.

"But... what about Ava?" I whisper.

"What about Ava?!" He asks being confused.

"Isn't she your girlfriend? What are you going to do about her?"

His hands pause at my back. What? Does he think I don't know about his professional life? My detective brain is enough to solve a FBI case. I've watched way too many crime dramas. I'm just about to pat myself at the back but he starts laughing.

And its the most beautiful and adorable laugh I've ever heard. Hey, can I record it and set it as a ringtone? If I have to sound stupid just to make him laugh, I'll happily do it all my life.

"Do you even know how old she is?"

I shake my head against his shoulder.

"She's almost 50!"

He says and I want to dig a hole somewhere so deep where he's not able to find my embarrassed face ever again. Why the hell I always overthink and flatter myself? Now, he won't forget that I was once jealous of an old lady.

But jokes aside, I do have something important to tell him, something that he should believe me this time.

"Jungkook?"

"Yes, baby. What is it this time?" He ask, trying to control his laughter.

"If I tell you something, will you believe me?"

"Of course, my creature. Tell me what it is?"

"Your dad, he can actually..."

"Move. I know."

He says casually as I lift my head from his shoulder, looking at his face with shock written all over my face. "You know?!"

"Hmm, I saw him today when he ran to his room."

"So? What are you going to do?"

"So I'll make him spit the truth he's hiding from last thirteen years. When you killed Nicole, he was there in the lake..."

He said and goosebumps erupts all over my skin. So he was the man dad saw in the lake that day. I've still not regained all of my memories. Maybe Jungkook's dad is our last resort for answers and for me to get all of my lost memories back.

A/N: Hi lovelies, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! We will get the biggest revelation in next chapter. Till next update, take care... ❤️

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