3:03 AM

Ji-won's eyes fluttered open to the dim hush of the night, a soft click from the shifting AC vent barely breaking the silence. Her lashes lifted slowly as she blinked the haze of sleep away. She was still curled against his naked chest, her cheek pressed to the warmth of his torso where his heartbeat pulsed steady beneath her skin.

And that made her ache.

Not from exhaustion. Not from soreness. But from how gentle he had been.

He'd just... cleaned her, kissed her temple, and let her rest—right on top of him. Like she was made of porcelain. Untouchable. A doll.

And that, for some reason, made her mad.

She tilted her head up. His eyes were already on her, ink-dark and quietly intense, like he had never once looked away.

"Why the fuck are you so gentle with me?" she asked, her voice a quiet sting in the quiet room. "Why are you treating me like I'll break?"

His gaze didn't flicker. "There's no reason," he murmured.

"Bullshit," she snapped, voice rising, tension simmering in her stomach like wildfire. "You could've fucked me like you own me . You've kissed me like you'd swallow me whole. So why now? Why are you holding me like I'm some fragile little thing when all I wanted was to be tainted?"

He blinked once.

Then his jaw clenched.

Hard.

That was all it took.

He grabbed her throat, just firm enough to press her pulse under his thumb, dragging her closer until their noses brushed and she could feel the controlled burn in his breath. His voice dropped, a delicious warning growl that shook her bones.

"You wanna be punished, kitten?" he rasped. "Is that what this brat mouth is begging for princess?"

Ji-won smirked through her gasp, her eyes flaming with challenge. "You tell me, jeon."

His patience snapped.

In one swift motion, he flipped her over, face down against the mattress, her ass in the air—bare and perfectly vulnerable. She barely got a breath in before his palm came down—a crack echoing through the room as it landed on her ass, a stinging slap that made her jolt.

She moaned.

"Filthy girl," he growled, his voice hot against her back as his hand squeezed the flesh he just punished. "You like that, huh?"

Another slap.

This one harder.

Her thighs clenched around nothing.

"I treat you gentle because that's  what you deserve pretty, girl" he hissed against her ear, hand gripping her hips as he aligned himself behind her. "But if you wanna be ruined—"

He thrust his fingers between her slick folds, feeling how soaked she already was.

"Then fucking beg, Park."

"Beg from you?" she moaned, hips bucking as his fingers thrust deep, curling just right. "Not a chance, Jeon—I'm sure it's you who wants to beg from me."

He let out a sharp scoff, pulling his fingers out slowly, leaving her empty, aching, and shaking.

She gasped, glaring over her shoulder, "You're a coward."

"Is that right?" he growled low, voice thick with hunger. "You think I'm the one begging, when it's your pussy clenching around nothing, trembling for me?"

He gripped her thighs and yanked her closer, her face pressed into the sheets, her breath catching as his body pressed flush behind her.

"You push every fucking button, don't you?" he muttered against the back of her neck, his cock grinding along her soaked entrance but refusing to enter after pulling it out of his boxers . "Mouth like sin, heart like fire, and you want to play like you're not desperate to be fucked into oblivion."

She twisted under him, still bold despite the heat drowning her thoughts. "Do it, then. Show me how much control you don't have."

That was all he needed.

In a flash, he pinned both her wrists down to the bed, his grip iron, body overpowering. His voice was thunder as he rasped into her ear, "No mercy."

Then he snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside her in one raw, brutal thrust.

She cried out—a mix of moan, curse, and bliss—as her body stretched around him, the force making the bed frame creak.

"Still think I'm the one begging?" he hissed as he set a ruthless pace, every slam of his hips pure possession.

"You're mine, Park," he growled. "And I'm going to ruin you just like you begged me not to."

"Since when?" she grumbled, her body jerking from the heavy, fast thrusts. She clenched around him, her breaths shallow, yet the fury never left her face. Her naked body lay bare—on full display for the devil to devour—her hands trapped in his large ones as he ruined her with every rough, punishing thrust.

"From the moment you entered my room thinking I'd just let you go," he rasped, hips slamming harder. "From the moment your soft skin melted under my hands. From the second you refused to beg—but your body spoke the language I understand."

His voice was like fire, each word pushed out with a thrust that wrecked her. He leaned down, his dangerous smirk dancing at the edge of her trembling lips, his dark gaze burning into her.

The sight of him—raw, devilish, unholy—was like a walking nightmare. And yet, her soaked heat gripping his thick cock said it all. Maybe it was exactly the dangerous combination she craved.

He groaned, the sound low and guttural, as his hand slid over her flat belly that bulged with each brutal thrust. "You feel me, princess? You feel how deep I am in you?"

His hand moved lower, fingertips brushing near her lips.

"As fierce as you are," he murmured, his voice a sinful tease, "your lips mutter denial, but your body always obeys."

His thumb pressed above her lower lips, and she whined from the pressure as his hips rolled in a rhythm so wicked it made her see stars. Her mouth parted in a gasp—and Jungkook shoved his thumb in.

She sucked it with intensity, pleasure blooming in her core as she chased the orgasm that built from his relentless pace, his thick cock stroking her perfectly, mercilessly.

"No matter how furious you are, princess, you will come on my cock like a good girl of mine, aren't you?" he says as his cock milks with her cum, making him groan a little, the feeling of her wetness making him bite his lips in pleasure and let her wrist go, which makes her scratch over his back.

She sucks on his thumb while whining — this must be the most pleasurable orgasm she's ever had. No matter how many one-night stands she had, this man fucks like the devil. Her bulbous tits bounced at each thrust his eyes blesses with the sight he clamp one on the peaks in his mouth sucking it harder and nipping it

A real devil.

His eyes glint with devilish charm, his lips brushing against her skin, making her forget the pain and the despair she came here for.

Jiwon must have been the most irresistible, commanding, and dominating woman, but this devil can take her with pleasure and now can also make her beg for cum.

"Please—" hating the fact that this devil makes her feel so good, his cock touching parts that have never been touched, never been caressed like this devil's is.

"Oh? Please what, princess?" His smug and cunning smirk can be seen by her — how smugly he is looking at her, how he knows how to take the damn brattiness out of her.

"Let me cum, Jeon — fuck," she whines as he pulls back from her clenching pussy, emptied her again.

She glares as he leans closer to her. "Beg for it, kitten. I don't follow commands — you have to take what I give." Her throat clogs as he cups it with his tattooed, veiny hands.

"Please, Jeon, please." That's all it takes for him to pull her up and, with a swift motion, her face is pressed against his pillow, ass up and dick aligned to her entrance. With a powerful thrust — just how she loves it — he penetrates. .

Her breath hitches, face a mess, tearful and mouth open, eyes rolled back. Jungkook fucks her to oblivion, her stomach clenching again, her face twisted in a pleasurable expression, almost reaching her orgasm. Jungkook's thrusts hasten as he reaches his high but makes sure that his kitten surely cums on his cock.

As he clutches her hair, the bed creaks with every thrust. The moans grow louder as her pussy clenches, legs shivering, and he smirks at the sight of her creaming on him as he continues to assault her hole until he finally reaches his high.

His hips stutter, a sexy, guttural moan echoing in the room, his hips burying deep into her, filling her to the hilt with a heavy breath. Hair slicked to his forehead, he pushes it back, hands flexed as he pulls out of her. The warmth he left inside drips out of her as she passes out on the bed, his handprints and his cum wrapped on her body.

She looked ruined — she looked just like the devil wanted.

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Damn.
Fucking hell.

I let Jeon Jungkook touch me? I let the devil get under my skin... just like that?

And worst of all?
I fell asleep in his arms like some lovesick fool... like the pain, the chaos, the scars didn't exist?

Her heart pounded as those thoughts ran wild, clawing at the walls of her mind, screaming at her for surrendering so easily. For melting under his sinful touch, for letting his voice be her lullaby when it should've been her warning.

What the fuck did I just do?

Yet, her fingers were still curled into the sheets he held her in. Her body still tingled with the ghost of his touch. And despite the storm in her mind, her body... still craved him.

Her body felt tainted—
Like she deserved the roughness he gave her.
Like the way his hands mapped her skin with hunger and heat was exactly the punishment she'd earned.
Every kiss, every grip, every breath they shared last night replayed in her mind like a fevered dream that shouldn't have felt that good.
But it did.
God, it did.

She sat up slowly, the soft sheets falling away from her skin like guilt slipping off her shoulders. Jungkook lay beside her—bare, still, and calm—like the devil finally satisfied.

She blinked

Silently, she dressed. Fixing her wrinkled clothes with trembling fingers, she refused to look back at the man who stirred chaos in her soul. She grabbed her bag, collected the shattered pieces of her pride, and walked out of his room—out of the warmth that once felt like home for a heartbeat too long.

Leaving him alone, bathed in the aftermath of what shouldn't have happened.
Not with him.

As Jiwon turned the corner, her heels clicking against the polished floor like echoes of regret, she collided into something — no, someone — solid.

Her breath caught.

A familiar scent of cologne laced with danger filled her lungs.

Sharp eyes met hers. Dark. Observant. Wickedly amused.

"Miss Park," the man drawled, his voice velvety smooth with an edge that could slice through skin. Jeonggukk — the demon. The twin. The other Jeon.

The one she came here to face.

Her spine stiffened instinctively, jaw tightening as if to hide every secret Jungkook had unraveled last night.

"Jeonggukk-ssi," she said with a practiced calm, pulling her shoulders back. She looked him dead in the eyes, refusing to let the tremble in her body show.

He tilted his head. The resemblance to Jungkook was uncanny, but there was something in Jeonggukk's gaze that was darker — more calculating. Less warmth, more control.

"You're up early," he remarked, gaze slowly dropping from her face to her barely-straightened blouse, then back up, a demonic curl tugging at his lips. "Rough night?"

Her breath hitched, but she smiled politely, hiding her thoughts behind the shield of professionalism. "I had work to do."

He stepped closer, invading her space. "Hmm. Still my loyal attorney, then?" he asked, voice dipping low, too close to her ear.

That's right. She reminded herself.

This wasn't just a game of lust anymore. Not after last night. Not after letting herself fall into his twin brother's arms.

She couldn't afford to falter.

So she swallowed the heat that threatened to rise, met his stare with cool fire, and said, "Of course. Always your attorney, Mr. Jeon. Nothing more."

But the smirk that spread across Jeonggukk's face said he didn't believe her.

And the look in his eyes?

Said he'd play with her until she proved it.

He looked at her with thinly veiled curiosity, his tone dipped in playful sarcasm and aristocratic smugness.
"So, why so early in my Empire , may I ask?" he inquired smoothly, voice dipped in mock politeness — the kind that curled like smoke around her spine.

Oh, so respectfully, she scoffed internally.

The same man who once kissed her like there was no tomorrow now stood in front of her — dressed in silk, smelling like sin, and yet...

Her gaze flickered, involuntarily trailing over the purplish bruises and angry red scratches marring the otherwise flawless skin of his arms and collarbone.
Marks of a night spent not alone.

Her heart stuttered.

Why does it bother me?

It shouldn't have. Not when her own body still hummed with the memory of Jungkook's rough hands, his sinful mouth. Not when she had fallen asleep tangled in his arms, momentarily forgetting every goddamn consequence.

And yet here she was — stomach twisting with something far more potent than guilt. Jeonggukk had always been a player, a god in human skin who could have any woman he wanted with just a glance. It was practically expected. But seeing the evidence... it burned.

A silent, festering jealousy.

Unbeknownst to her, the man in front of her was fighting a storm of his own.

Jeonggukk had just returned from feeding his Choco breakfast in bed, wrapping her up in the same sheets they'd tangled in all night, worshipping every inch of her like she was crafted for him. And she was. Jangfei — soft, sweet, and his. Every part of her now belonged to him, and he had no intention of letting go.

But standing in front of him was Jiwon — in disheveled clothes, eyes still stained with pleasure, and that unmistakable scent of sex clinging to her skin. The realization crashed into him:

She'd spent the night with his brother.

Jeonggukk's jaw clenched, his fingers curling tightly around the glass of whiskey in his hand — so tight, it threatened to shatter.

A single gulp burned his throat, but not as much as the bitter twist of something unnameable inside his chest.
He shouldn't care. He didn't want to care. He had Jangfei — the girl who made him feel something close to peace.

But why the fuck did it twist his stomach like a knife, seeing Jiwon like this?

Why does she still get under my skin?

He looked at her again, eyes darker now, dangerous — trying to mask what he couldn't quite name.
Lust?
Possession?
Regret?

He forced a lazy smirk.
"You look like you had a wild night, Miss Park."

"A that bother you, Mr. Jeon?" she snapped, her voice laced with venom, lips quivering. "'Cause I don't give a damn who you're fucking."

The lie sat heavy on her tongue, tasting like rust and shame. Her emotions were a tangled mess — a damned labyrinth she couldn't crawl out of. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, like the air itself had turned into barbed wire. She turned on her heel, willing herself to leave this cursed palace of temptation before she crumbled.

Jeonggukk stood silent as she walked away. His eyes, once taunting, now stormed with chaos. The pressure in his chest built up until — crack.

The glass in his hand shattered violently. Shards sank into his palm, but he didn't even flinch. Blood trickled down his wrist, a thin stream of crimson that dripped onto the cold marble floor like a ticking clock counting down his sanity.

That's right.
Blood.

It was the only thing that ever made him feel real. The sting grounded him, soothed the fire roaring beneath his skin. A familiar burn. A brutal comfort.

But even that small solace couldn't drown out her words.
Does that bother you, Mr. Jeon?
Fuck yes, it did.

He sucked in a breath through clenched teeth and reached for a cloth, wrapping his bleeding hand tightly.
Choco.
He had to go back to her. Back to the one who made him forget the madness.

But his mind was fucked now.
Split between two women.
One soft and warm.
One fiery and unforgettable.

And both, somehow, had power over the demon.

Just when his mind began drifting into another world, his phone rang.

Choco.

He smirked as memories flooded in—how soft her skin felt against his lips, how fucking good it was to have his cock impaled in her while she whined his name, taking whatever he gave her like the good girl she was.

Jangfei was just a small smile in human form, the kind that should be preserved like no one else could. But the way her swollen lips pouted just for him—the way she'd tug on his bottom lip and suck it like her life depended on it—made him feel insane.

Whatever was happening to him...

It must be crazy.

Because he was so damn whipped.

Yet... confused.

Who does he really want?

"Hey, Choco. Missed me already?" His voice dripped with honey and deepness.

"Huh, more like you missed something here," she said. He could practically picture her cute pout and furrowed brows.

"Oh? What is it then?" Jeongguk asked, entering his room, glancing at the mess—the lingering scent of sex still hanging in the air.

His heart stuttered for a moment.

"You left this box-looking thing. It seems expensive," she said, her voice tinged with curiosity.

"Mhm. Yeah? Open it for me," he replied.

She did. Inside was a pendant—an intricately designed flower, enameled in emerald green, perfectly complementing her soft Asian skin.

"Whoa," her mouth fell open in awe. "Wow, it's prettyyyyyy!" she squealed, and the sound of her bouncing on her heels echoed through the phone. Jeongguk smiled, quietly closing the door to his twin's room.

"But... why is it here?" she asked again, her voice sweet and confused.

"Because it's for you, Choco. Why else would it be there?" Jeongguk answered, a bit amused.

"B-but it's EXPENSIVE!" she shouted, making him pull the phone away from his ear with a sigh before replying,

"Not more precious than you, chocolate cake lover. Now wear it for me. Be nice, and be ready tonight. I need you here for dinner—you get that?" His tone was commanding, almost like a mafia boss giving orders, but to her, it sounded like music.

"Okayyy, demonnnnn~~" she sang before cutting the call.

"D-Demon?" he echoed, exasperation clear in his voice. But she amused him—and he could imagine how beautiful she must have looked at that moment.

Damn this empire, he thought bitterly, for taking the demon away from his Choco.

Jungkook blinked, snapping back to reality, the cheerful voice of his secretary echoing in his ears. She was upset with him, and it felt like he'd committed a sin against her.

Maybe he had.

He knew he hurt her. And yet, he couldn't deny how his heart stuttered when he heard Jangfei laughing and chatting with his twin brother like they were that close.

Jeongguk was never the affectionate one.

Never.

But watching his brother speak so softly to Jangfei made his heart feel heavy in ways he couldn't explain.

With a groan, he sat up and glanced beside him—and scoffed.

Jiwon was gone.

She'd fucking left him alone in bed, as if his hands hadn't craved her skin, as if he hadn't just claimed her body as his.

He grabbed his phone, found her number, and began to type.

— Was it fun to have a little runaway, kitten?
Do you like being chased?

Jungkook's message lit up Jiwon's phone just as she was buried deep in files, trying to drown her thoughts in the casework sprawled across her desk. Her head throbbed—not from the pressure of law—but from the searing memory of him.

Of last night.

Her fingers trembled, but she hid it well. Jiwon wasn't the type to be scared or shaken easily. She'd stood in courtrooms, faced killers, battled truths uglier than monsters. But this man?

This fucking tyrant?

He made her lose her mind.

— Who said I ran away?
I had work to do, Jeon. Unlike you, I don't have a kennel full of secretaries obeying my every bark.

She smirked as she hit send, breathing harsh through her nose, masking the pang of heat rushing through her stomach.

Ding. Another reply.

— Damn, princess... You were begging to cum last night.
Sad you didn't get to see what the real devil could've done to you.

Her spine stiffened. The audacity.
Who the hell did he think he was?
And why the fuck was her body reacting to his words like they were commands?

Her fingers flew fast on the screen.

— Nuh-uh.
You were the one moaning like a sinner at the altar.
Did it feel good touching my tits, Jungkook? Felt good when they bounced for you?
Ehe?

Her savage reply hit him like a punch.

Across town, in his high-rise office, Jungkook stared at the message, eyes wide, jaw slack.

"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath.

His cock stirred beneath the sheets Damn her. Damn her mouth. And damn his brain for imagining it on him again.

Just then, the name he wasn't ready for crept into his mind—Jangfei.
Sweet. Soft. Waiting.

But she wasn't here yet.
Not yet.

And that gave him a few minutes to spiral deeper into this dangerous little game with Jiwon.

—I want you to have dinner with me tonight. Here. At the mansion.

He sent the message, and a second later, the soft ping echoed through the room.

—Alright. If you're begging so much, I'll come.

He smirked.

—We both know who begs... and who comes.

With that, he lay back on the bed, his mind spiraling with thoughts.

These damn feelings.