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The soft click of the door closing behind—feels like the only victory.

His room—his bed—his scent clinging to the sheets like a ghost. But he hasn’t slept here since i was here.

Lucas sleeps soundly in his crib, tiny fists curled under his chin. My fingers drift to my stomach—the swell hidden under my loose dress. A curse turned blessing. A shield.

I unhook my bra—and sigh, tossing it aside. The weight off my chest is instant—Room is silent except for Lucas’ soft breathing in his crib. I rub my sore breasts, wincing as milk leaks onto  fingers—another reminder that my body is no longer just mine.

Today, I pried whispers from the maids, their hushed voices revealing fragments about the Scorpions.Jeon’s rivals. His enemies. But the maids talk.Whispers slither under doors—Scorpions are moving.

Scorpions want blood. Scorpions remember what Jeon did to their leader’s father.

My fingers trace the edge of the mattress.

If they want to drag him down… maybe they’ll help tear him apart.

A dangerous thought. A reckless one.

But what other choice do I have?

The maid’s hushed voice echoes in my mind: "Scorpions... they’ve been Jeon’s rivals for decades. Longer than you’ve been alive.""They’ve tried attacks—ambushes, betrayals, even bomb—but they’ve never won. Not against him."

"Scorpions have been at war with the Jeon family for decades—but Boss always crushes them. Now? They’re desperate. They’ll burn the whole city down just to see him fall.""Their leader’s obsessed. Wants the underworld throne. Wants Jeon’s head."

"They’d burn this city just to see him kneel."

Sigh!

I stare the ceiling—my fingers absently tracing my stomach. Before this child is born. Before my body becomes another chain he can use to bind me. I have to try—

I press my palms on my closed eyelids, the darkness behind them swirling with possibilities.

How?

This estate is a fortress. Guards patrol every hallway. Cameras watch blind spots I don’t even know exist.Every exit is watched. Even the maids are his eyes.

I yawn—exhaustion dragging in my limbs. Think.

The Scorpions want him dead.

I want out.

There has to be a way to make those two things collide.Not with a gun. Not with a blade.

With information.

Jeon’s weakness isn’t his empire. It’s his pride. His obsession with control.

Lucas sighs in his sleep, his tiny chest rising and falling. The crib is too close to the door. He could take him anytime. Just to remind me.

My fingers curl into the sheets.

Think.

The maids talk. The guards gossip. Information slips through cracks—especially when fear makes people careless.

I need leverage. A name. A contact. A way to whisper into the shadows and have the Scorpions listen.

But first?

I need to survive long enough to try.

The baby kicks—sharp, sudden movement. A reminder.

The door creaks—just a fraction—my breath catches. But it’s just the wind. My paranoia. Or him, watching from the shadows like he always does.

I lean back against the headboard, fingers tracing the faint stretch marks—proof of the life growing each day.

I lie back, the silk sheets cool against my skin.

Silence.

Lucas stirs but doesn’t wake.The crib is close enough that I can reach out and touch him if I need to. If he comes.

Tomorrow, I’ll dig deeper. Tomorrow, I’ll find a way to reach them.

A yawn.

I close my eyes.For now I'd pretend, just for a moment, that I’m not already dead.

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slurp

slurp

My eyes open slow.

Sigh.

The darkness presses like a suffocating weight—sharp, wet sounds of slurp cuts through the silence.

My eyes snap open—I glance down.

My nightgown is shoved up to my chest, the fabric crumpled in a fist—A faint, wet sound—almost like a soft slurping.

Between my thighs—Black hair. Hot breath, moving relentlessly.

I gasp-

"AHHH—AHHHH!"

Screams rips raw, panicked.

I thrash—hands clawing the sheets, legs kicking—but his grip is iron. Unyielding.

"L-Let go—!"

The head lifts.

Our eyes lock.

Moonlight cuts across his face—sharp jaw, dark eyes glinting like a predator’s.

Jeon.

Of course it’s him.Lips glisten in dim light, hot breath against my inner thigh.

My chest heaves, tears burning behind "Get off—"

He doesn’t.

Instead, his fingers dig harder into my hips, pinning me to the mattress.

I gasp—mind still fuzzy from sleep, body sluggish—too slow to escape. And there’s that damnable scent again—leather, smoke and him.It fills my nostrils, my head spin.

Then his mouth is on me again—A mouth that knows exactly how to ruin me.

I jerk violently, nails digging into the sheets. "AHHH—LEAVE ME—!"

But his grip tightens, fingers biting into my hips, holding me down like I’m nothing. Like I’m his.

"AHH—STOP—"I thrash, but he doesn’t budge. Just tilts his head, fat wet strips down my slit.

"Stop- stop- please—"

The moonlight cuts through the darkness, casting silver streaks across his face—his lips glistening, wet with me.i gasp- His eyes—dark, endless pits—lock onto mine, unblinking.

Why now?He hasn’t touched me since—

His tongue drags up my slit—rough, deliberate— my thoughts shatter.

"AHH—STOP—"

"—LEAVE ME!" I sob, twisting under him, but his grip is merciless.

"—STOP—"

His fingers dig into my thighs, holding me open, breath hot against my trembling skin.

Tears blur my vision, streaking down my temples into my hair.

Why? Why is he doing this? He wasn’t supposed to come back.

"Please—STOP—"

He doesn’t answer. Just licks into me again—deeper this time—tongue fucking into me like he owns it.

"P-PLEASE—" My voice breaks, my fingers clawing at the pillows. "Stop—"

He sucks—hard—mouth sealing over my clit, pulling a ragged cry from my throat. My back arches, locked my legs around his shoulders.

"NO—AHHH—"

Hands slide up, gripping my hips, pinning me down as he drinks like his last meal.

"AHH—STOP—"The swell of my belly presses against his forehead, a cruel reminder—this is how he marks me. This is how he ruins me.

Tears spill faster.

"Stop—" I pant, words catching in my throat—broken, pleading.

But it’s like he can’t hear me—

His eyes lifts— lock on mine. Unblinking. Intense.He leans again—tongue dragging up my slit in one long, filthy stroke.

"AHH—!"I arch off the bed, his hands clamp down harder, "AHH—STOP—"

Fingers digging bruises into my thighs. Tears spill hot down my cheeks"AHHH—STOP—" nails clawing the sheets.

Mouth ruthless, tongue pulging into me like he’s starving.

"P-Please—Jeon—stop" I sob, hips jerking uselessly.

He sucks harder—slurp—drawing every drop of pleasure from me like poison from a wound. 

"AHH—STOP—"

"STOP—!"

His grip tightens.

mouth press hard.

"AHHH—STOP—STOP"

"PLEASE—STOP—"

Fat wet licks— from bottom to clit.Rough. Hungry.

I gasp. I yank a pillow and slam at him .Once—twice.

His eyes lifts— lips sealed, breath ragged—

I slam the pillow against his head—over and over—

"MOVE! MOVE!"

His mouth rips from me—and in one fluid motion, he’s on top of me. Hovering. Heavy.

I shove at his chest, nails scraping skin—but he catches my wrists and pins them above my head.

I gasp— tears blurring my vision. He leans down.

"Don’t!" I choke out.

His face is inches from mine—lips wet, jaw tight like forged steel. Glistening under moonlight..

I kick legs weakly beneath him. "Don't! Please don’t—!"

His face is close—too close. Glistening lips parted, breath ragged, hot against my mouth. "Stop—please"Moonlight catches the sweat on his brow, the sharp edge of his jaw clenched tight.

"Please… please stop…" I beg—one last shattered whisper— "I'm…Im.. pregnant."

He stops.

Silence.

He stares into me—the silence thick with something darker than rage.

Then…

"I know."His voice low— "Doctor said wait till five months…" He leans closer—heated breath brushing my lips. "Today's the last day."

My blood turns ice. "No—"  His mouth crashes onto mine —hard , bruising —I thrash , teeth clashing , tongue fighting not for passion but survival .

I claw dig into his back —skin rips beneath nails —blood warms  beneath fingers.

But he doesn't move .

Doesn't stop .

My wrists locked above my head.Trapped.

“Ahh—!” My cry is swallowed by his kiss as he grinds down against me, that thick hardness pressing exactly where I’m raw from his mouth only seconds ago —

"Stop- please stop—"My belly trembles between us—a bump no longer hidden—but he doesn’t care.It isn’t protection anymore.It’s invitation.

"- please stop—"Tears burn hotter—silent rivers down my temples, I gasp into him and he takes it all—sucking like oxygen.

Solid as sin.Heavy as fate.Every inch of him pressed to every inch of me—I bite his lip hard—and taste copper —but even then he doesn’t budge, dark eyes burning into mine,

I gasp—Slowly He pulls away—sitting on his heel like a god between my legs—shirtless, skin gleaming under moonlight.

I gulp—tears streaming, my breath coming in broken hitches.

"P-Please—"My voice cracks.

He doesn't move fast.Doesn't rush. One hand rests on my thigh, the other unbuttons his trousers with deliberate calm.

"please no—"

The fabric parts.

The flesh springs free—thick, hard, jutting upward like a promise of ruin. I gulp—It pulses in the dim light.

I try to scoot back—but my belly betrays me—slow, clumsy. Im trapped between the headboard and him and this body is no longer belongs to me.

"Please… Jeon—"

"Jungkook." His voice low—dangerous. "I told you….call me Jungkook."

My throat tightens."I…" My lips tremble. "J-Jung…"

Before I can finish—he grabs my ankle and drags me down until my legs spreading around his waist like he’ve done this thousand times before—

Like it’s natural.Like it’s fate.Like I belong here.

"No! Ple—" I sob, hands pushing at his chest, fingers sliding over scars —his scars. "Don’t do this—not now—not with—"

"The baby?" He leans forward, lips brushing mine—one hand braced beside my head, the other guiding himself at my entrance. Pulsating. Thick. Unforgiving.

"Please- stop—"

"I said—call me your husband."

—"NO—I WON’T!"

One brutal thrust, he slams inside me—

"AHHHH—"

*Thrust*  "SAY—SAY JUNGKOOK"

"STOP! STOP!"

*Thrust* 

I clutch the sheets, desperate—trying,to push against his chest but my efforts are weak.

*Thrust* 

"—STOP! STOP!"

"Say . Jungkook!"

*Thrust* 

I cry out—raw, broken—as he slams into me, deep and brutal. *Thrust* My back arches off the bed, fingers clawing at the sheets.

"No—please stop!" I sob, voice cracking, body burning with every inch of him.

He doesn’t listen.

Just grabs my nightgown with both hands—and rips it down the middle, buttons flying, fabric shredding like paper. Cold air hits my chest—but then his heat covers me again.

*Thrust* 

Deeper this time.

Harder.

A whimper escapes me—shame and pain tangled in one breathless sound."Say. Jungkook"

*Thrust* 

I shake my head.

*Thrust* 

My belly presses between us—he doesn’t care—he pulls my leg higher over his shoulder and drives in again, trying to bury himself inside."Ahh—"

"SAY. IT." *Thrust* 

"N-" *Thrust* 

Forehead slick with sweat against mine. "Say your husband’s name."

Tears spill faster—I turn my face away,—cheek pressed into the pillow —"N-No…"

"Say. Jungkook" He bites my neck—*Thrust*  "You don’t get to forget who owns you."

Another thrust—deeper now—one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise, the other tangling in my hair and yanking back I gasp up at him.

He stills for half a second—eyes locking onto mine—

Silence.

Then he starts moving again—*Thrust* 

*Thrust* 

*Thrust* 

Not slowing—forgetting mercy long before tonight began.

And all I can do is lie there—torn open.

*Thrust* 

*Thrust* 

*Thrust* 

"SAY IT—FUCKING SAY IT" He snarls, hips slamming  with no mercy.

My body jolts with every thrust—my back arching, toes curling—I can't breathe, can't think—

*Thrust* 

"J-Jung..."

"YES—Again." He yanks my hair harder, forcing my head back —exposing my throat.*Thrust* 

"LOUDER."

"J-UNGKOOK!!"

*Thrust* 

"That's right"*Thrust* 

Tears flying from the corners of my eyes

*Thrust* 

"That's fucking– right" He growls, buries himself deeper—i gasp—his cock pulsing inside like a live wire—lips grazing the shell of my ear "You don’t call me Jeon" *Thrust* "Not ever again."

*Thrust* 

"Agh-"

*Thrust* 

"You belong to Jungkook"  *Thrust* 

"Say it—say you're mine."

"Please-"

*Thrust*  "Say. It"

"I...i’m yours!" *Thrust*  "I-I'm yours!"

*Thrust* 

"Yes" *Thrust* "Mine" *Thrust* "Mine..."

*Thrust*  —deep enough to make stars burst behind closed eyelids.His hands roam—one gripping under my thigh to lift me higher, the other pinch a nipple—rough, possessive.

Heavy breath on my face. "You’re wet" *Thrust*  "ugh—Even crying—you're dripping for your husband."

"No—I—" My protest dies, he grinds against that spot— "Aahhh—stop—""Stop—" Fingers dig into his shoulders—cant push him away anymore but holding like I might fall apart.

He leans down *Thrust*  Mouth hot on my neck, sucking hard—

"You ran." *Thrust*  "Left my home" *Thrust*  "Left me…""Agh stop- please"

"And now?" *Thrust*  "Now you carry my kid. In your womb…" He presses his palm over my bump gently— "And still… still you act like you don’t want this?" *Thrust*  "Like you didn’t ruin me first?"

"I... I didn’t—"

"YOU DID"  he flips us over fast, stars flash behind eyelids—

Me sitting upright—straddling him, my belly sways between us—he grips me, and pull me down onto his cock again."Ride Me."

"No."

"DO IT"

"Please—no--" Tears stream— mix with sweat and fall onto HIS chest.

His eyes flicker. The flesh twich inside.

*Thrust* 

"Ah‐ please—"

*Thrust* 

*Thrust* 

*Thrust* 

Every roll of his hips brings fresh shame, fresh agony.I tries not move—but he forces my thighs wider grabs my ass and yanks  down hard

"AHHH!"

"SAY IT AGAIN!"

"No—STOP—STOP- PLEASE"

—his thumb rubs my clit—Once twice three times while buried balls-deep, i gasp—my walls clamp around him. "AHH—stop—"

He pulls me on his chest "Shhh... you'll wake him."

"Please-" I whimper on his chest, hands gripping his sides tight—"Please, stop."

"Why?"*Thrust* I gasp-  fingers skim my skin—up my ass— "I'm only reminding you where you belong."

I close my eyes, biting my lip. He's… right. A reminder.

*Thrust* 

A soft kiss. I shiver.

"Look at me."

I can't.

His fingers grip my chin. "Look. at . me."

I grit my teeth —air thick with sweat, musk, and the metallic tang of tears.

Grip tightens on my hips—fingers digging into flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks—he lifts me effortlessly, only to slam me back down onto his cock.My nails raking down his chest—drawing blood, but i don’t flinch.

"Look . At. Me."

I don’t.

Can’t.

He fists my hair, wrenching my head back— our eyes lock—his pupils blown black, lips parted around ragged breaths.

"Say . it . again."

"I—I can’t—"

"You will."—thumb circling my clit—"Please Stop—Aghh—"Rough, punishing strokes—and I shatter. My body convulses around him, thighs trembling, back bowing—but he doesn’t stop.

"Say. My. Name."

"J-Jungkook—"

"Louder."

"JUNGKOOK!"

His hips snap up—once, twice—before he stills, burying himself to the hilt as warmth floods my core.I slump down.

Silence—

Harsh breathing

The slick slide of skin on skin.

Then lips brush my ear—"Never forget who owns this cunt."

I gasp against his chest, exhausted—skin sticky with sweat, tears leaking from my swollen eyes. His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me flush against him in a mockery of tenderness.

A beat.

He nips my ear—"You still cry so pretty."

I grit my teeth, nails digging into the sheets.

And slowly—the limp flesh slips out, leaving me empty.

Fingers trail down my stomach—over the swell of my belly—before slipping between my thighs, smearing his own release on my skin.

"You think this is punishment?" His voice low, hoarse.  "This is mercy. Because the next time you run?— I won’t chase you."

A shiver wracks my body. His hand tightens—

"I’ll burn everything until you want me first."

My eyes close—tears spilling silently down my cheeks.

He doesn’t let me go.

Instead, he rolls us in slow motion—sheets twisting—and lays me on my side—he’s behind. Spooning. Tight.One arm around my waist, hand splaying possessively over my belly—

Hot breath against my neck. Unsteady.

A beat.

then— "They're dead because of you."

My breath hitches.

Uncle Park. Henry.

"You left their blood on my doorstep," thumb stroking slow circles over my stomach. "So don't pretend your hands are clean."

Tears burn faster—I grit my teeth, biting back another sob.

The words settle like a blade between my ribs.

Silence falls like ash.

His breath evens out behind—sleep claiming him—but i lay awake.

Dripping.

Ruined.

Again.

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