"Namjoon?" Tara rose abruptly to bed, kneeling as her heart pounded in her chest and her face lit up with a charming smile. Her eyes shone with love and unspoken desire. "Where is my brother?" Namjoon looked at her indifferently, and the coldness in his eyes pierced her heart in love.
Tara shook her head and looked down, her smile fading. Why did she hope to see more than just hatred and coldness every time he looked at her? She knew what Namjoon was, the complete opposite of Seokjin, but she still loved him. For so long, she had guarded and nurtured her hope that he would respond to her feelings, that hope had become part of her being, taking the place of her heart. Oh, Tara had wondered why? Every time Namjoon touched her and every time she disgustingly tried to avoid Seokjin's kiss ....
She was in love, no, she loved him, unconditionally and deeply, but still, her love-blinded mind wondered from time to time why she couldn't stop loving him when she was married to a man who would do anything for her, as long as she gives him a tiny bit of attention? Seokjin loved her, he was no worse choice than Namjoon, so why, why did her heart draw her to this relentlessly cold man? Why can't you choose who to love, who to be happy with? Why couldn't her body react to Seokjin the way she reacted to Namjoon? Why?
"Will you stay?" she held out her hand to him, but quickly removed it, remembering Seokjin's last words from a few days ago, when he had fucked her so hard that she had lost consciousness from the pain that tore at her body with each thrust.
Namjoon raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"What are you holding him with, bitch?" he asked, approaching her. She looked at him confused, startled by the sudden mask of hatred that had taken the place of his indifferent face seconds ago. "How did a useless piece of flesh like you manage to penetrate my brother's mind and blind him to such an extent that he forgot all blood ties and hated them?" he leaned over her, his hands on either side of her thighs. His gaze fell on her belly. "Namjoon ..." she shuddered as his hand slid down her thigh and lifted the hem of her light shirt, which reached almost to her knees. "That bastard you're wearing? Is that the reason?" Tara moaned slightly, his palm gripping her delicate flesh and gripping her painfully.
"That's all you want, isn't it?" Namjoon continued coldly, his fingers moving the edge of her underwear, and she spread her thighs slightly, making room for his hand. "Your father failed to destroy Kim, but you, bitch, only achieved it by spreading your legs!" he smiled coldly and inserted a finger into her vagina.
Tara sighed and groaned, both disarmed by the passion Namjoon was burning in her and under the pressure of his accusations. Her heart fought his hatred as her body dissolved and melted at his touch.
"Tell me, bitch, which of us fucks you better?" he asked, and she opened her eyes wide, trying to say something, but no sound came out of her mouth. "Don't tell me you're starting to have feelings for my brother?" he asked, and she shook her head. "You know I love you, Namjoon, I never would ..." his slap dismissed her and she fell on her back.
Her hand covered the bruised spot, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Come here, bitch!" Namjoon ordered, and she obeyed, kneeling before him. "Blow me!" he ordered again, and she slowly unbuttoned his pants and cupped his cock in her palm, bringing it close to her lips. Namjoon watched her indifferently. His chest burned with hatred for the bitch who had created a chasm between him and his older brother.
His hands dug into her hair, and Namjoon shoved his cock deep into her throat, choking her, but he didn't care. He hated her! She and her family, her marriage to his brother, he hated himself for not finding the strength to break Seokjin's orders and hadn't killed her before, he hated the bastard in her belly who would inherit the Kim family!
Tara was drowning and suffocating, taking his cock almost to his balls. Viciously, Namjoon squeezed her nose, stopping her only chance to catch her breath, and began to thrust in and out his cock relentlessly. With a growl, he emptied into her throat and squeezed her jaws, closing them roughly. "Don't you dare spit, bitch!" he growled, and he was pleased to feel her swallow his cum.
But he was not satisfied, not yet, he wanted to hurt her, to hurt her as she hurt Kim, he wanted her to suffer, to pay for every harsh word he had heard from Seokjin! "Turn around!" she turned and stood with her back to him, in a doggy pose. Namjoon took off her underwear and, opening her cheeks on her ass, mercilessly inserted his cock into her ass.
Tara screamed painfully and her back twisted. Namjoon leaned over and grabbed her wrists, relentlessly stretching her arms back as he fucked her without thinking he was hurting her. "Apparently my brother hasn't processed your asshole yet, what a loss!" Namjoon growled, digging deep again, erasing another scream and cry from the helpless woman beneath him. "Shout, bitch, I want to hear you shout my name, how you pray!" he hissed, and Tara moaned loudly.
"Whore! You're nothing more than a tool, absolutely useless!" Namjoon growled, pulling hard on her arms, almost pulling them out of her shoulder joints. Tara squirmed and stood up slightly, trying to keep the pain to a minimum, but her body reacted to every relentless thrust, shooting pain and pleasure low into her abdomen.
Her heart was pounding, the sensation of his cock tearing the hole in her ass sent shivers down her body, and Tara helplessly succumbed to the pressure of orgasm, squirting helpless all over the bed. Namjoon smirked.
"Tell me, bitch? " he leaned forward, whispering in her ear. "Can my brother do that?" she moaned, shaking her head and Namjoon arrogantly shook his head, digging deep into her ass, he finished, pouring hot cum where his brother would never.
"What the hell ..." Seokjin stared in disbelief at his brother, then at his wife, who was struggling to hold on to her arms and legs. Namjoon stepped back and buttoned his pants, looking at him. "I was looking for you, Hyung," he took a deep breath and let it out sharply. "And you decided to find me between my wife's legs?" Seokjin clenched his fists, disgusted by the sight. "I was just having fun, you have to try her ass, it's very tight, I don't know why you haven't done it yet." he shrugged and sat on the edge of the bed, placing his hand on Tara's thigh, which had slumped helplessly, almost curled into a ball.
Seokjin blinked, breathing hard. The jealousy, the sight of his wife just fucked, in front of his eyes, Namjoon's calm smile. He couldn't take it anymore, he didn't want to, he refused to leave her in his brother's arms, no matter how much she loved him. Tara was and would remain only his!
"Why, Namjoon?" Namjoon looked at him questioningly. "Why what, Hyung?" he asked, and Seokjin almost choked with anger. "Why didn't you just leave her? She's my wife, for God's sake! She's carrying my child, if you had withdrawn, if you had left her alone, maybe ..." he bit his lip. The hatred in Namjoon's eyes was on his face. "And why should I do it? She's just a whore, created to give us pleasure, isn't she, with or without a baby in her womb, more than a useless pussy!" Namjoon ran his fingers up and down Tara's thigh, and she shivered.
Seokjin felt a heaviness in his chest as he watched his wife react to such an elementary touch from his brother when he himself couldn't even make her smile. Apparently, no matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried, Tara would never love him. Despite the pain Namjoon kept inflicting on her, despite the love Seokjin felt for her and their child, she would always choose him.
"You know, hyung, someday, before this bitch gets into our lives?" Namjoon slapped her hard on the ass and Tara cried slightly, moaning. "You were my idol, now you are nothing more than a man under a slipper hiding behind his wife's skirt!" Namjoon looked at Seokjin, stood up, and reached into his pockets, shaking his head in frustration. "Whores like her are everywhere, we can easily replace her, but you choose her over the family." Namjoon sighed, looking sharply at the woman he had just fucked. Seokjin no longer heard, his heart refusing to accept his brother's words, refusing to accept his wife's betrayal. He didn't want much, only for her to love him, only for Namjoon to respect him, what was so difficult that he couldn't have it?
"Hyungs?" Namjoon peered behind Seokjin's shoulder. "Oh, Taehyung? Are you back? How are you, bro?" he grinned at his younger brother, who looked curiously between his brothers and the woman on the bed. "What's going on, is this Seokjin's wife?" Taehyung asked, pointing to Tara, who was struggling to get up.
"Come out, Taehyung, don't interfere!" Seokjin ordered coldly, and Taehyung looked at him in surprise. "Why, what did I miss?" he asked, blinking at Namjoon's indifferent shrug. "I told you to leave!" Seokjin shouted, and Taehyung raised his eyebrows, looking first at the woman and then at Namjoon, who nodded calmly. "I'll wait downstairs" he said, and with one last look at Tara, he left them alone, closing the door behind him.
Seokjin made sure he could no longer hear Taehyung's footsteps and pulled out his weapon, pointing it at Namjoon's chest. "I warned you, Namjoon. Not once. Maybe I'm in love and have a weakness for Tara, but I'm far from softened!" Namjoon smiled.
"Are you really going to kill your brother for a whore and her bastard?" Namjoon asked, and Seokjin laughed. "A brother who betrayed me countless times, fucking my own wife, even the most brazenly before my eyes?" Seokjin asked and Namjoon frowned.
"Hyung, she is our enemy, we are brothers, for God's sake!" he stepped forward, but froze as Seokjin lifted the fuse and his finger slid softly down the trigger. Namjoon reacted for a split second, pulling out his gun, pointing it at Seokjin's head.
"You're a fool, Namjoon. I really don't know what Tara finds in an animal like you!" he sighed and looked at Tara, who was looking at him with wide eyes in horror. "Seokjin, please put down your weapon ..." she got up and approached the edge of the bed.
"Don't interfere, bitch, it's all because of you!" Namjoon growled, dropping the butt of his gun into her jaw. Tara sobbed and fell back on the bed.
"I told you not to touch her!" Seokjin shouted and pulled the trigger, Namjoon tried to dodge the bullet, but something heavy hit him and he grabbed it as he aimed his weapon at Seokjin's chest. The gun flashed, and Seokjin clutched his chest in disbelief.
Namjoon's gaze watched as his brother slumped to his knees, then turned to the woman who was hanging around his neck and he hugged her back.
"What ..." Tara rested her head on his shoulder and smiled. "I'm sorry, that's all I can do." she whispered hoarsely, and Namjoon gritted his teeth. "Why ..." he swallowed dryly, realizing what he had done. Tara slowly began to loosen the grip around his neck and her body began to slide on his.
"Do you see, Namjoon? That's why I love her." Namjoon looked at Seokjin, who was smiling sadly. "You never tried to get to know her, and she gave her life to protect you!" Seokjin sank to his feet. "After all, she loved you to the last, little brother."Namjoon looked at Tara again, who was now hanging lifeless in his arms. His enemy, the woman he had raped, whom he had caused so much pain, whose love he rejected, died for him, and he had killed his own brother!
He slowly fell to his knees, carefully lowering her body to the ground. His eyes searched for where the bullet had come from, and the huge red spot growing low on her slightly bulging belly pierced him right into his long-dead heart.
"What ..." he dropped his weapon and pressed her wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "Sorry, Hyung ..... I ..... the baby .... What did I do?" Namjoon was panting from the guilt that hit him like a hurricane. "Hyung?" he looked up at Seokjin, who looked at him with hatred as he watched Namjoon's hands grip his wife's wound. "Because of you, I destroyed the only beings in this world that really mattered to me ..." Seokjin moaned viciously and raised his barrel again against his brother.
Taehyung burst into the room as Seokjin pulled the trigger again and the bullet struck Namjoon's forehead. "Hyung, no!" Taehyung shouted and went down to Namjoon. He knelt down and shook Namjoon, fully aware that his brother was dead before he stepped in. "Why?" Taehyung looked at Seokjin, who was staring at Tara. "She's worth it, little brother. Try to save her at least!" Seokjin whispered and coughed, spitting blood. "What?" Taehyung looked at Tara, then back at Seokjin, only to watch his brother slide lifelessly, empty-eyed.