๐ฉโ ๏ธ๏ธ | แดสแดแดแดแดส -3 (M) |โ ๏ธ๏ธ๐ช
03
CHAPTER THREE
สแดสแดษดแด สสแดแดแดษชษดษข
โฐโ โ โ ๐ โ โ โโฏ
โโ ๏ธ๏ธ โ ๏ธ๏ธ โ ๏ธ๏ธโ
๐ โ โ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ซ๐ค๐ข โ โ ๐
โโ ๏ธ๏ธ โ ๏ธ๏ธ โ ๏ธ๏ธโ
โ โ
Jungkook's POV
The sight of her underneath me-sobbing, shaking, her white dress torn and ruined-should have made me feel something other than this black, bottomless rage.
I should have felt the ghost of the friendship we shared for years. I should have seen the girl who used to bring me coffee when I was stressed or the girl who knew my favorite songs.
But it didn't.
Every time her tears hit my hand, I thought of Hana's blood pooling on that cold floor. Every time she begged for mercy, I remembered the deafening silence of the morgue. My heart was a graveyard, and Aria was the one who dug the holes.
"Please, Jungkook... I love you... please don't do this.." she whimpered, her voice a broken thread.
The word 'love' coming from her mouth felt like a slap. It was a poison. "Don't you dare," I snarled, my voice dropping to a lethal whisper that vibrated against her skin. "You don't get to use that word. You killed for this position, didn't you? You cleared the way so you could have me all to yourself. Well, here I am, Aria. Look at me."
I forced her chin up, my fingers digging into her jaw so hard I knew there would be bruises by morning. I made her look into my eyes-eyes that held zero warmth, zero recognition. I wanted her to see the monster she had created.
I didn't care about foreplay. I didn't care about her comfort.
I reached down, my fingers digging into her hips, leaving instant red marks on her pale, porcelain skin. She looked so fragile, so small under me, and it only fueled the fire in my gut. I bunched up the remains of her dress, the expensive lace now nothing but trash, exposing her completely. She looked so goddamn perfect, so submissive, and it only made me want to ruin her more.
"You're going to be my stress reliever," I told her, my hands moving with a cold, clinical ruthlessness. "You're going to be the place where I dump all my anger. Every night, I'm going to remind you why you're here. You aren't my queen, Aria. You're my prisoner. And this? This is your sentence."
I growled as I ripped away the final barrier of her undergarments. I couldn't wrap my head around it-that for me, she had butchered Hana. The obsession she must have felt to commit such a deed... it was sick. And I was going to be the cure.
I didn't wait for her to be ready. I didn't care that she was dry and shaking, her breath coming in panicked gasps. I unbuckled my belt with a slow, deliberate click. The sound of the metal hitting the floor echoed like a death knell in the silent room.
I placed myself in front of her entrance. Her face was a mask of tears, her eyes pleading for a man who no longer existed.
"Say it," I commanded, hovering over her, my body taut like a bowstring. "Say you are my fucking slut. Say you're my whore."
"I... I can't..." she breathed, her eyes wide with a fear that finally started to feed the void in my chest.
I leaned down, biting into the soft skin of her shoulder, my teeth sinking deep until I tasted the faint copper of her blood. She shrieked, her body arching off the bed. "Say it, or I'll make sure you can't walk for a week. Say it!"
"Please... Jungkook.. st--op this please" she whimpered again, her hands weakly pushing against my chest.
"Don't test my fucking patience, Aria. I'm just giving you what you wanted from the start. You wanted me? You have me. Now speak!" I bit her skin again, harsher this time, marking her as my property.
"I'm.. I'm you-r slu-t..!" she finally shrieked, her spirit snapping. "I'm your whore! Please... just... please."
She squeezed her eyes shut, her body going limp as she accepted her fate. A dark, satisfied smirk spread across my face.
"Good girl. Now, shut up and take your punishment, my little murder wifey."
Without a hint of tenderness, I slammed into her.
โ โ
Aria's POV
The world shattered. The pain was an explosion of white light that tore through my body, making my lungs seize. I couldn't even scream; the sound died in my throat as Jungkook claimed me with a violence that left no room for love. He wasn't my Jungkook. He was a stranger. A shadow.
He didn't move with rhythm; he moved with rage. Every thrust was a blow, a physical manifestation of his hatred. I felt my skin burning where his hands gripped me, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of my thighs, leaving dark, purple marks. I was a canvas, and he was painting his revenge on me in bruises and bite marks.
"Look at me!" he barked, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back so I was forced to meet his burning gaze. "Don't you dare close your eyes. You wanted this seat, Aria. Watch how I take it back."
"It... it hurts... Jungkook, please..." I gasped, my fingers clawing at the silk sheets until my nails bled.
"It's supposed to hurt," he hissed, his pace growing faster, more relentless.
He didn't wait.
He didn't slow down.
He grabbed my legs, throwing them over his shoulders to go deeper, to make sure I felt every inch of his fury.
"You" -thrust- "are" -thrust- "my" -thrust- "fucking" -thrust- "whore!" Each word was timed with a brutal hit of his hips. I felt my insides stretching, crying out against the invasion. He was thick, hard, and unforgiving. He didn't care that I was dry, that I was shaking, or that I was begging for him to stop.
โ โ
Jungkook's POV
I looked down at her, and all I saw was the girl who took Hana away from me. Her face was flushed, her eyes rolled back in a mix of agony and forced pleasure, her lips swollen from my bites. She looked exactly like what she was-a broken doll.
Her tightness was driving me insane, a constant reminder of her innocence that she didn't deserve to keep.
I wanted to ruin it.
I wanted to stretch her until she couldn't remember anyone else's touch.
I reached down, my hand wrapping around her throat, not to choke her, but to let her know I owned her breath. "Does it feel good, Aria? Knowing you killed for this? Knowing you're finally under me while Hana is in the dirt?"
"No... Jung... agh!" She let out a choked sob as I hit her sweet spot with zero mercy.
I felt the heat rising in my gut. I didn't hold back. I let out a low growl, my body tensing as I released my first wave deep inside her. I wanted to fill her with my hate. I wanted her to carry the weight of my anger inside her body.
But I wasn't done.
Not even close.
โฎโฎโฎโห
-๐ฝ๐๐'๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ ๐บ๐๐ฝ
๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐บ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐...๐เง
