The mirrored walls multiplied his smirk—and Tae's trembling thighs. He wasted no time crowding her into the corner, his polished loafers bracketing her stockinged feet. "Lift your skirt," he ordered, snapping his fingers next to her ear like she was a misbehaving dog. When she hesitated, his hand fisted in her hair. "Unless you want me to drag you through the lobby with your tits out?"

Tae's fingers trembled as she gathered the silk. The hem inched up her thighs—slowly, then all at once when Jungkook ripped it higher. Her gasp echoed off the mirrors.

"Fucking slut," he murmured, tracing the plump outer lips of her exposed pussy with a gloved fingertip. The leather made a slick sound against her dampness. "Married whore dripping for a stranger." His slap came quick—stinging sharp enough to make her knees buckle. Tae's moan bounced around the elevator, high and shamefully loud.

——

The car purred at the curb, black windows tinted to near-opacity. Jungkook shoved her in first, her ass hitting the buttery leather with a bounce that made him grin. The driver's eyes stayed rigidly forward.

"Missed your calling," Jungkook mused, settling beside her so close his thigh seared through her dress. "Should've been on your knees in a red-light window." His gloved finger traced the seam of her lips, smearing her lipstick. "Bet you'd make bank gaping that fat cunt for tourists."

Tae's slap cracked like a whip across Jungkook's cheek, the force snapping his head to the side. "You filthy-mouthed cockroach," she hissed, wiping her smeared lipstick with the back of her hand. "You think your cheap leather and loan shark threats make you something special? You're just a thug with a gold chain."

Jungkook laughed, licking the corner of his bleeding lip. His gloved hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her close enough to taste her rage. "Oh, I like this," he murmured, his breath hot against her mouth. "All that fire for me? Should've known you'd be a bitch in the sheets too. Bet your husband has to beg for scraps."

Tae spit in his face. "At least he's a man," she snarled, her knee jerking up toward his groin—but Jungkook twisted, her thigh glancing off his hip instead. He slammed her against the car door, his body pinning hers as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist.

"Is that what you tell yourself?" he taunted, grinding his hardening cock against her belly. "That he satisfies you?" His tongue flicked her earlobe, slow and obscene. "I can smell how wet you are through that cheap dress. You’re shaking, Tae-yah. Not from fear."

Her nails raked down his neck, drawing thin red lines. "Rot in hell," she breathed, but her voice hitched when his thumb pressed hard against her nipple through the silk.

"Oh, I will," he promised darkly, grinding his palm in circles until her breath stuttered. "But first, I'm going to ruin you so thoroughly you’ll forget your own name." The car lurched forward, throwing her fully against him. Jungkook smirked, fingers tightening in her hair. "And when I’m done? You’ll beg me to keep you."

Tae's laugh was sharp as broken glass. "Keep dreaming, you pathetic—"

His mouth crashed onto hers, biting her bottom lip until she gasped. The taste of blood filled her mouth—his or hers, she couldn’t tell.

The car turned sharply, tires screeching. Jungkook didn’t let go.

Tae’s back arched as his teeth scraped down her throat, leaving wet, stinging marks in their wake. She could feel the vibrations of his chuckle against her skin—dark, satisfied. One hand remained tangled in her hair, forcing her head back against the seat while the other slid down to roughly palm her breast through the ruined silk. His thumb flicked over her nipple, already stiff from the rough handling. "See?" he murmured against her collarbone. "You’re the one getting off on this."

She tried to knee him again, but he shifted his weight, trapping her leg between his thighs. The friction made her gasp—hated how her body reacted. Jungkook’s smirk widened. His gloved fingers pinched her nipple hard enough to make her whimper. "Even now, you’re dripping." He dragged his knuckles down her stomach, teasing the hem of her skirt where it had ridden up. "Tell me, Tae-yah—how long has it been since someone fucked you properly?"

The car hit a pothole, jostling them. Tae’s thigh brushed against the unmistakable hardness straining against his slacks. She recoiled, but Jungkook grabbed her wrist, pressing her palm flat against him. "Feel that?" he growled, grinding into her hand. "That’s what you do to me. And you’re gonna take every inch before dawn."

Tae wrenched her hand free, wiping it on the seat like he was something vile. "You’re disgusting."

Jungkook laughed, low and dangerous. "Disgusting?" He traced the outline of her lips with his thumb, smearing what was left of her lipstick. "Then why’s your pretty little cunt clenching just from my voice?" His other hand slipped between her thighs, fingers pressing insistently against her through the damp silk. "Fuck, you’re soaked."

The car slowed. Tae stiffened—they were somewhere dark, an underground garage by the echo of the engine. Jungkook didn’t remove his hand. Instead, he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "One last chance to back out," he murmured, fingers flexing against her. "Say the word, and I’ll drag your daughter out of that apartment instead."

Tae’s nails dug into the leather seat. "Bastard."

Jungkook’s grin was all teeth. "Good girl." The car door swung open. Cold air hit her bare thighs as he hauled her out, his grip unrelenting. "Now let’s see if that mouth is as clever when it’s full of me."

——

The elevator to the penthouse was glass-walled, overlooking neon-lit skyscrapers. Tae pressed her forehead to the cool surface, refusing to look at their reflection—his hand splayed possessively across her stomach, her nipples pebbled against the torn silk. Jungkook hummed, thumb rubbing circles just above her pubic bone. "Nervous?"

Tae bared her teeth. "Planning how to gut you."

He laughed, yanking her hair to expose her throat. "Sure." The elevator pinged. The penthouse was all black marble and low leather sofas—exactly what she'd expect from a man who bought his taste. Jungkook kicked the door shut. "Strip."

She crossed her arms. "Fuck you."

In three strides, he had her pinned against the wall, one hand tearing at her dress while the other unbuckled his belt. The silk gave way with a satisfying rip. "That’s the idea." Her bare skin hit cold marble. Tae gasped—not from the temperature, but from the way his calloused palm suddenly cupped her pussy, fingers spreading her open. "Already this wet?" His chuckle dripped condescension. "And here I thought you’d need convincing."

Tae spat at his feet. Jungkook merely wiped his glove on her thigh, then slapped her—hard enough to make her vision blur. Her cheek stung. Her pussy throbbed. She hated herself for it.

He dragged her to the couch, shoving her face-first into the cushions. The leather smelled expensive and faintly of cigars. His knee wedged between her thighs, forcing them apart. "Stay." A click—his belt being pulled free. Tae tensed, but his hands were suddenly on her hips, flipping her onto her back.

Jungkook stood at the foot of the couch, peeling off his gloves one finger at a time. His jacket followed, then his shirt—each movement deliberate, like he was savoring the way her breath hitched. The muscles in his abdomen flexed as he unbuckled his slacks. Tae's pulse roared in her ears when they pooled at his feet. His cock sprang free, thick and already glistening at the tip. "See something you like?" he taunted, stroking himself slowly.

Tae's mouth went dry. She'd seen Jaeho's softness, his gentle lovemaking—this was something else entirely. Jungkook's body was a weapon, every ridge and scar designed to intimidate. His thumb swiped over his cockhead, smearing precum as he stepped closer. "Cat got your tongue?" He gripped her ankles, yanking her to the edge of the couch. Her legs fell open instinctively. His nostrils flared at the sight of her glistening pussy. "Disgusting," he murmured, but his voice was rough. "Married and spread for me like a common whore."

She barely had time to snarl before his tongue lashed her clit—hard. Tae's back arched, a broken moan tearing from her throat. Jungkook chuckled against her, his stubble scraping her inner thighs as he licked a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit. "Tastes like regret," he mused before sucking her swollen flesh between his teeth.

Tae's hands fisted in his hair, torn between shoving him away and grinding against his mouth. He read her perfectly, pulling back just as she teetered on the edge. "Fuck you!" she panted, wiping her slick from his smirk with a shaky hand.

Jungkook stood, his cock bobbing against his stomach. "Whiskey. Neat." He gestured to the bar. "Get me now."

"Go to hell," she spat, but when she didn't move, his palm cracked against her ass—once, twice, the sting radiating through her flesh. Tae hissed, scrambling upright. Her tits swayed as she stomped to the bar, his laughter trailing after her. She could feel his gaze burning into her bare skin, lingering on the jiggle of her ass with each step. The crystal decanter rattled in her grip as she poured, her reflection in the mirror behind the bar showing her flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

Jungkook sprawled on the couch, stroking himself lazily. "Slow," he chided when she thrust the glass at him. His fingers brushed hers deliberately. "Wouldn't want you to... spill." His grasp tightened, forcing her to kneel as he took a sip, eyes never leaving hers. The whiskey glistened on his lower lip. Tae's traitorous gaze flicked to it—just once. He smirked. "Good girl."