These days Kook had turned completely reckless. The revenge that started as a cold plan had become a raging addiction. He craved Tae’s body every waking minute—her massive tits, her fat jiggling ass, that pretty pink pussy that clenched around him like it was made for his cock. The risk only made him harder. Knowing Yoongi was right there in the same house, oblivious in his home office, made Kook’s dick throb with dark satisfaction. Let the bastard work while I fuck his perfect little wife raw under his own roof.

Late afternoon, Kook slipped through the side gate of the sprawling Kim mansion like a shadow. He’d memorized the security codes weeks ago. The house was quiet except for the low hum of Yoongi’s voice on a conference call from the home office down the hall. Kook’s heart pounded with adrenaline as he crept into the luxurious living room.