The threesomes became an addictive rhythm. Twice, sometimes three times a week, Jungkook’s keycard would slide into the penthouse lock after midnight. Tae would be waiting, trembling in sheer lingerie Jeongguk had chosen. They'd ravage her without words – Jeongguk claiming her mouth or pussy with possessive fury while Jungkook tore into her ass with brutal expertise.

Tae thrived. Her skin glowed, her eyes sparkled brighter, a constant slickness between her thighs betraying her insatiable hunger for her husband and his twin’s violent possession. She belonged utterly to Jeongguk, but her treacherous body sang for Jungkook’s deeper stretch.