The next day, Tae thought maybe Jungkook would stay quiet after last night’s insane risk. But the man wasn’t just dangerous—he was greedy. Every time she thought she could breathe, he was there, hands on her, eyes dark with lust.
It started in the kitchen. Tae was making breakfast, wearing a thin tank top with no bra, her nipples poking through the fabric. She bent over to take something out of the oven, and suddenly—slap. Jungkook’s palm landed square on her ass, making her gasp and drop the spatula.

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