His Mistress

Chapter 5:Terms

With a deep breath, Yn nodded, her voice barely audible. "I understand," she managed to say, her determination unwavering despite her wavering resolve. She had made a choice, and now she had to face the consequences, whatever they may be.

Jungkook's intense gaze remained on her, a hint of mystery flickering in his eyes. "Good," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through the room.

Yn bit her trembling lip as Jungkook put out his cigarette and approached her. The tension in the room was palpable, and Yn's eyes were brimming with unshed tears as she faced the enigmatic man who now held power over her life.

Jungkook gently tilted Yn's chin upward, his touch possessive. Their eyes met, and Yn shivered as he leaned closer to her, their lips almost touching. His voice was a soft, dominating whisper. "You are not allowed to meet, date, or touch any man except me until this deal ends," he declared, his words sounding like a binding contract. "You won't say no to me if I want you. Except for Wednesdays, you have to come to me and leave that pathetic stripping job of yours."

Confusion filled Yn's eyes. How did he know about her job? Her stammering question, "How do you know?" was met with a chuckle from Jungkook, devoid of warmth. "I know everything, sweetie," he replied, his dominance unwavering. "So, is the deal done?"

Feeling trapped and without any real choice, Yn nodded reluctantly as I'd she had a choice. The terms of their agreement had been set, and she was now bound by them. Jungkook's deliberate footsteps echoed in the spacious room as he walked towards his robe. Yn's unease was evident in the tense silence.

But the question that had been weighing on her mind found its way to her lips. "What if your wife finds out about us?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with fear and uncertainty.

Jungkook paused, his eyebrows shooting up in mild surprise at her daring question. Without a word, he closed the gap between them, each step measured and deliberate, sending a shiver down Yn's spine. The intensity in his eyes sent a wave of unease coursing through her, and she instinctively shifted back, trying to maintain a safe distance.

Leaning in, Jungkook's voice was a low, commanding murmur, almost a growl. "Eyes on me," he ordered, his tone brooking no opposition. Yn's eyes reluctantly met his piercing gaze, her heart thudding in her chest as she braced herself for his response.

"I don't care if she finds out," he continued, his voice laced with cold indifference. "And even if she does, it's my problem, not yours. From this moment onward, her name is not to be spoken when you are with me or in this place. Is that clear?" His words hung in the air, his eyes flickering with anger, which scared Yn.

Yn's throat constricted with fear and resignation, but she managed a small nod, her gaze flitting nervously as she processed the weight of his demand. Jungkook observed her closely, his eyes lingering on her figure as he gauged her response, sensing the subtle shift in her demeanor as she acquiesced to his command.

His voice carried a tinge of satisfaction as he reinforced his dominance, his words cutting through the heavy atmosphere. "Words," he instructed, his tone unwavering as he sought to reinforce the power dynamic between them.

Yn took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper as she repeated, "Yes, sir." Her compliance hung in the air, a stark reminder of the hold he had over her and the precarious path she had chosen to tread.

Yn couldn't help but wonder why he was cheating on his wife she had saw her few times on the tv and magazine and gosh that women was gorgeous head to toe if they both stood side to side she was nothing compared to his wife.

Jungkook moved closer, his eyes fixed on Yn's body. He couldn't deny she looked beautiful. He gently touched her quivering lower lip.

Yn felt her body stiffen as Jungkook pressed her onto the bed, his lips crashing onto hers in a demanding, urgent kiss. Her hands remained still on the bed, unsure of how to respond in this charged moment. Sensing her hesitation, Jungkook emitted a low growl, his voice reverberating through the room "kiss me back"he said

"I don't know how," Yn murmured, her voice barely audible above the sound of their erratic breathing.

Jungkook's grip tightened as he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Just move your lips," he directed, his voice a husky whisper. He then pulled back slightly, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Not bad for a beginner," he commented, his tone carrying a mix of amusement and something more intense, leaving Yn feeling utterly helpless.

Jungkook's touch sent shivers down Yn's spine as his hand slipped under her thin shirt, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along her quivering stomach her skin felt too soft and warm. His lips found her neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake. Yn couldn't contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through her, and a soft moan escaped her lips, barely stifled by her hand as she bit down, the taste of blood lingering on her tongue, a small sacrifice amidst the tumultuous desire and the enigmatic pull of the man before her.

Jungkook's teeth left a trail of fiery marks on Yn's skin, each bite igniting bolts of pleasure throughout her body. With a possessive grip, he threaded his fingers through her hair, gently removing the hair band that confined it. "Don't hold back your moans," he commanded, his voice laced with dominance.

Yn just nodded, her tears mingling with the whirlwind of sensations she was experiencing. She couldn't fathom why her body reacted so fervently to his touch, even as her mind protested. Jungkook gripped her cheeks, pulling her in for a hungry kiss as tug on her already swollen lips. Yn's lips responded, betraying her inner turmoil as she surrendered to the forbidden desires he awakened within her.

Yn squirmed under Jungkook's heated kisses, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each touch. He paused to unclasp her bra pulling it off as he threw it down, his gaze fixated on her form, appreciating every curve. He was about to lean in his phone blinked with a notification, startling him. Growling in annoyance, he reached for the device, momentarily distracted. Yn, seizing the opportunity, quickly pulled her shirt back over her chest.

"Piece of shit," Jungkook cursed softly as he turned to Yn, who was looking down, her long hair scattered over her shoulders, some falling back. Frustrated, he wanted to continue but knew he had an unwanted guest waiting outside. Jungkook leaned in, capturing Yn's lips in a final rough kiss, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

After he moved away, he ran his hand through his messy hair, seeming a little annoyed. "Get dressed and go," he said firmly, but there was a strange feeling in his voice that was hard to understand. Yn quickly gathered her clothes from the floor and put them back on. She stood up without glancing at him and hurried to her bag, ready to leave. Meanwhile, Jungkook changed into comfortable sweatpants.

"Wait," she heard him say. Yn turned back to face him as he walked to the nightstand, took out a bundle of cash, and picked up a cigarette for himself. He approached her, handing over the money. "Next Wednesday, same time," he stated, lighting his cigarette. Yn looked at the money in her hand and gave a slight nod. Her mind felt empty as she hurried out of the penthouse without looking back at him or anyone else.

As she left, the memory of her first payment from the stripping club flooded back, making her feel disgusted all over again. She couldn't shake the feeling of being used and thrown away but she knew she had no right to complain not when she agreed to this herself, a feeling that seemed to echo with every step she took away from Jungkook's lavish penthouse.

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