❝I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.❞

CHAPTER FORTY ONE

A ROOM OF FULL OF PEOPLE AWAITED US, JUNGKOOK  was aggravated, his eyes were fiercely staring outside the window as I continued to listen to our lawyers explain the situation. There hasn't been a time in a long time where I felt so drained, so confused. It was getting out my hands, the board meeting was in an hour. What was going to happen no one knew.

Was I scared? Yes. Was I going to show that, and let everyone walk all over me? No.

Putting down my pen, I draw in the air conditioned air. Exhaling, I turn to spare a glance at my husband, find myself at lost of words to be in such, unease and helplessness that my mind, body and soul were in a never ending torture of lost devotion, and wanting to prove myself.

“How's it not possible that my husband can not be the next president untill six months?”

My questions has all the men in the room stiffen, and pale. Except for him, he stood unfazed far reachable from the disastrous, and failed attempts of these pathetic lawyers, trying to  turn the situation in our favour.

        Gulping, I rise taking a step towards the lawyers making them stand immediately to their feet, as I hardly glance at them when I speak, “Nothing. There's absolutely nothing for us to do anymore, than let them have it all? Am I really to believe be that?”

“Ms Ivy the thing is that Mr Jeon may not come into power immediately—” As the lawyer started to speak I cut him off with a terse reply.

    “I have no time for delays. We need action, don't make me regret my decision in hiring you both.”

Upon this Jungkook chuckles, the sound of it even though, alluring yet still empty devoid of any true emotions; far from the representation of the thoughts that were at this moment running through his mind. All this must be making him feel so defeated, and worthless.

It was exactly the representation of what I didn't want him to be feeling.

“I might have a suggestion—but I'm afraid it might sound a little inagreeable at first.”

“What?” I was desperate. Anything. Something.

        “You, Ms Ivy can become the president for six months until you willingly step down and claim your husband to be instead of your place,” My mind, has stopped working, it stopped the second I heard, that I was a potential candidate as well.

Waking back to my seat I collapse back, my hands were shaking as I very curtly ushered them out. The reality draws more closely around us between closed door, when we find ourselves alone, and utterly miserable. He was watching me. That, I knew. God— if he thinks I'm going to come after his position it would be heartbreaking for me. I can not handle the thought of Jungkook doubting me. Not over something such as this.

Minutes went by. We were both quiet and unmoved. Until, I hear the sound of his footsteps.

“Ivy—” His voice is a comfort to my numb head, and infuriating thoughts, as I stay still when he draws my chair near him. Caging me completely, between his arms. I smile faintly, when his hand gently clasps around my chin, causing all the blood in my body to rush to my cheeks, instantly I feel better, and much free to breathe.

After another second, I find him closing the distance between us. Slowly, very carefully. He was working his magic, his hands were wanders and my body was the treasure they sought.

               There are no thoughts running through my head even he's kneeling in front of me, his shoulders, and his biceps pressed between my thighs as he silently watches me, studies me. He was waiting to see, if I would reject his touch, but I don't. For once I simply let myself melt in his hold, surrender all my conscious thought, and get drunk in the scent of him.

All masculine. All Godly. And mine.

“I am desperately. Most definitely, unapologetically in need of you, wife,” Jungkook, groans as his fingers trail down my stocking pulling it down, in a slow torture causing me to gasp for air. God, The board meeting was in an hour, but as soon as I feel his lips against my bare skin, I loose it,“Be good to me. ”

Again his voice is a command and I'm a servant to his touch.

       Falling completely out of resistance, I let him pull my stockings down, he stares at me for few seconds, wanting to see my defiance to his touch, when I don't his deft fingers slowly, seductively pull down my panties. My eyes flare with an uncertain heat, as he continues to look at me. His dark eyes drinking in the sight of my bare nakedness. It only takes him another second more before he's in between, his face completely facing my sex. The cold air, mixed with his breaths that greets my sex is not what has me gasping but the sudden, unrestrained assault of his very, agreeable tongue.

Lord— He's determined.

“Jungkook——” I fail to form my voice, as he playfully tugs my flesh, pulling my clit between his teeth, as he raise his eyes to stare back at me.

“I want you,” His begs, his voice gruff.

“You are being impossible,” I say that but my voice is nothing but a nervous laugh.

“Let's do this—I am bewitched, transfixed the only thing upon my mind is you. ”

My hands wander from his shoulders to his neck and then to his hair as I pull him back, with a grip, that was not too hard.

He has me aroused. When I should be completely focused.

“You fooled me I thought we were talking business, while you massage my ankles,” I whisper, completely in daze and under his spell.

        “It is my business to bring you pleasure, Ivy beside I've not slept for forty eight hours—God help me, but damn I want you to be the only thing on my mind, the taste of you as I attend that dreadful board meeting,” He chuckles and makes me yelps when he abruptly inserts his thumb inside me, twirling it around my wetness and grinning smugly, when he finds the evidence of my unhinged arousal.

What can I say he's a fine specimen with deft hands.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“I might be. But you're not pushing me away and the need to make you come has  clouded all my sensible thoughts,” He says that with such determination that I'm left with nothing. In a breathless state of long breaths and quivering legs, I find myself giving in.

He takes me my legs put them around himself, my feet resting upon his back, as my husband buries his face between legs. My hands reach for his hair, fisting a handful when he very unashamedly inserts another finger up my hole.

“I've missed you,” He mumbles against my throbbing flesh, drawing his tongue along my dripping arousal, I watch as a drop trails down his swollen lips, but he simply does not care.

He has me under his spell. There is no way he's letting me go now.

“I've missed you too,” I say that in a shudder as he bites my thigh, grinning devilishly when he sights the mark. I was playing with the villian, he wasn't ever a gentleman, now I'm lost. Forever.

Was it always like this? Did his tongue always feel this good?

Drawing a moan completely, intimately and most animatedly from the deepest part of my vocal cord, he has me panting for air with my feet dangling in the air as he ruthlessly continues to drink in every drip of my arousal, his tongue a relentless cycle of assault with no sign of stop. There's nothing stopping him anymore, he's engrossed and he's fully taken.

“I fucking love you Ivy,” He grumbles aggressively pushing his thumb inside me when I finally find my release. My orgasm hitting through, from my bones to, my heart I feel everything inside me come to life. This was his power. I love him.

My eyes fly open, as I shiver feeling my skin tingle under his stare, “Don't think anything, fuck everything. You are going to be the next president and I'm going to be the proudest husband alive.”

“For six months,” I complain in protests when he raises me from my seat to sit properly so that he can put back my panties. My legs were still a quivering mess and skin was trembling all over.

But before that he pulls out his handkerchief and cleans, every evidence of what just happened in a fine stroke but what baffles me, and has me stunned to speechleness is when he puts it back into his coat pocket.

“Momento, love,” He shrugs, as his eyes brighten when he pulls us both to our feet.

Crazy, sexy panty dropping Jungkook back? Yeah. Fully, addicted, oddly controlling Jungkook back in power? Yes. Weak, aroused and always willing Ivy back? Yes.

Our bodies stayed glued together, with the very obvious presence of his hardness, poking my stomach through his tailored, posh trousers. His hands were palming my hips, and he continues to sway our bodies in a rhythm, with nothing but white noise to lull us in a trance.

It was easier that way. At least for the next forty minutes.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Note

Another cause why not? This was the chapter I wrote as a draft but was having second thoughts on whether to upload it. So I hope you enjoyed it, I know I kinda suck with writing this sort of thing lol but anyways the story it is changing and this was bound to happen.

Do you think their marriage can be saved? After this?

Stay precious, and remember
to smile. Never doubt yourself, you're doing your best, comparison is your enemy.

Thanks for reading

Love,
Shafaq-Shapel ♥