JUNGKOOK POV:-

Her dress was small.

If she'd bent over, anybody could get a glimpse of her panties. It did me a favour though. It kept me occupied.

It kept me distracted from the man who was drunk and was chatting mindlessly about his wife belonging to a poor family and how he cheated on her every other day, but the only thing I kept hearing was the voice inside my head.

Put a bullet in his head so he shuts the fuck up for God's sake.

Keep it in

Keep it cool.

"Would you like a drink, Don?" The bartender asked me.

I gave him an oblivious nod while watching the pale skinned, brunette who was obviously the reason half of the males were paying attention to the party after dinner.

She's been earning stares from men of all ages, though she's oblivious to it. She's nervous, but she's putting up a good show to cover up.

Yn. Delicate.

The bartender places a glass of whiskey in front of me. I take a sip allowing the burning liquid to glide through my throat.

The man beside me has stopped.

"Fine piece of meat, that one huh?" He points to Yn with his own glass of whiskey. "The way she dressed, little slut." He snickers.

I look at him while he watches Yn with eyes full of Just and drinks his drink. "Letting all the men eye fuck her, a good pounding is what she needs,"

(Slut)

The next thing I know is the barrel of my gun is pressed against his skull.

The rest of the hall room seems oblivious to it. I'm glad I have a silencer screwed to the barrel so that I could blow his brains for the sake of the Almighty and nobody would hear a whisper.

"That one," I refer to Yn who was now serving Bruschetta to guests. "Is mine." I jab the gun a little hard to his skull. The guy's eyes almost pop of fear.

"Don... forgive me, I never knew." He whispers, clasping his hands as if begging.

That's right you little rat.

I push the gun a little more harder just for the sake of it and to scare him out. "Leave." I ordered his suit lapel from my grip.

He scrambles out of the hall like a pathetic rat he is.

I run a hand through my hair before tucking my gun at my waist.

4/12

I motioned for the bartender with my fingers after claiming back my seat, "Si, Don?" He asks.

I give him my order and motion for him to leave.

I watch as another waitress approoches Yn and hands her the tissue and takes her tray.

Yn asks the other girl something but she just shakes her head. Good girl.

I take a good five minutes to finish my second glass of whiskey after dinner and stride out through the backdoor to find my little Rose.

She was standing there alone, facing her back to me. Even in this windy weather, she didn't have anything warm around her. She's still wearing that sorry excuse of a dress, feet clad with an old white ballet slipper.

How long has she been working for the family? How have I not noticed her at all?

"Yn?" I purposefully whisper against her skin. Letting my breath glide over the exposed skin of her neck, as I see goosebumps erupting through her.

"Don?" She breathes nervously before turning to see me.

Those ten minutes, in my closet and I could tell what effect I have on her. And I wasn't wrong.

I can't let it slide after a long while..someone has made me feel, horny? The urge to control, to dominate, to corrupt her innocence. I felt that.

I felt her jump when I spoke.

5/12

Shiver when I touched and gosp when I looked.

All my life I've had women throwing themselves at me, trying to get in my bed, usually for free drugs, money, a good fuck but whatever it was, I haven't felt like this.

Not the urge for a quick hard fuck but something more. Something deep.

Something full of feelings.

And I never had feelings.

"Little girl, is it quite normal for you to receive notes and get called out alone?" I move closer to her so that her round plump behind is almost touching my thigh. She was so small.

"Ino." She whispers.

"You still didn't know who sent you the note and yet...here you are."

"I had a feeling..." She talks in soft whispers.

"You shouldn't wear dresses like that." I whisper, completely ignoring her answer.

"The manager gave it to me."

She can talk with that nervous little smart mouth, can't she? I wonder what else she can do with it.

"I don't approve." I reach for her creamy exposed flesh. "It shows too much." She shivers as my warm palm meets her chilly flesh.

God, she's soft.

6/12

"I don't like people eye fuck what's mine." My voice gets huskier, deeper.

As if the effects of all the alcohol had been settling now of all times.

"Don?" She turns her eyes wide, skin flushed. "W-w-why would you say that?"

"Because I can, piccolo." I move closer to her small frame

She looks down at her feet, her cheeks flushed. The tip of the nose is red, from the cold no wonder

"Look at me Yn." I order, instantly her eyes snap to mine, wide with surprise. "I don't approve of you wearing dresses like that in front of other men. I want you to go to your room, change out of it and go to bed, sono chiaro?"

"But, I am supposed to..." "Is that clear?" I repeat.

"But

I grab both of her arms and yank her small body to my large one so that my crotch presses against her belly. She gasps.

"I don't like to repeat myself, Kitty. She looks at me with fear in her eyes.

Good. She'll know not to defy me.

"You'll go to bed. Now."

She nods nervously.

"Use your words." I press down on her arms a little hard, causing her slight pain.

7/12

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Stubborn little thing.

"Yes." She mumbles breathlessly.

"Good girl" I whisper moving my lips closer to her ear. I kiss the soft lobe, earning a deep breath from her

God how much she makes me feel right down. Umm. With another touch of my lips around her jaw I let her go.

I watch her, leave on wobbly legs and open the little gate that leads to the servants quarter.

A faint smile graces me.

She must be working here for a long time to know where that gate is supposed to be.

Pulling out my phone, I called my consigliare, telling him a certain change of plans.

Looks like I'd be staying here the night, after all

YN POV:-

My life, in the last fifteen hours, had taken a massive turn.

I was currently laying flat on my back in the bedroom that belonged to none other than Don Jungkook De Jeon.

Tossing and turning I have spent almost three hours. The mattress was too soft. The pillows were too fluffy. The night shirt I was wearing, belonging to The Don, was too expensive.

8/12

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I wasn't fond of change but these past hours if anything has brought change.

The first to begin with was meeting the Don then the Don laying his claim over me. I knew it was better to protest.

I have already been at gun point when I denied the consigliare, about sleeping in Don's bed.

Unable to be comfortable and sleep not coming to me, I get up with a huff and stride toward the balcony door. Outside in the backyard the gala is still going on. The soft rhythm of Italian music lingering in the air, cool air against my face makes my haywire nerves a little calm.

I lean against the rail and sigh. People outside are still drinking, dancing. Enjoying the night away, like they don't even have a care in the world.

When was the last time I felt carefree? I ask myself. Not since mama died. My inner self replies. I sigh.

"Thought, I told you to go to sleep, mio dolce" The deep intoxicated voice comes and vibrates through my insides.

Voices never made me feel like a puddle of mud.

Unable to think straight, I keep mum, knowing well that if I start talking now, I'll be taken out of my mind.

"Ti ho fatto una domanda, piccola." The Don whispers again. This time his breath fans against the skin on my neck, sending all the nerves to a frenzy.

9/12

I shiver. "Non potevo dormire." I whisper back in his mother tongue. Slightly out of accent and practice.

I don't know how to speak Italian to be honest. It's a hard language, though over the years I have picked up bits and bytes from my companions.

I feel the Don take a deep breath against my skin and air vanishes from my lungs.

"You speak, Italiano?" His voice was laced with surprise.

"Somewhat." I mumble tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear.

Though he is standing behind me and can't see my face I am still feeling self conscious.

What if he doesn't like the shape of my behind? My inner self mumbles. Shut up!

"il tuo sedere sembra bello nella mia maglietta." I hear him mumble but can't make out the words to translate it to English. "C'mon. Let's go to bed." He places a hand on my lower back.

The electric shock that goes up my spine and down my legs is erotic. I turn desperately trying to keep my legs steady as he leads me to bed.

I get into the place I had abandoned, warm among the silken sheets I curl up trying to close my eyes.

But like traitors they decided to stay open and watch the movie unfold before my eyes.

The Don, upon being very comfy in his own room, began to shrug off his suit jacket, followed by his tie.

His white dress shirt followed next. The same one I had buttoned up this evening, joined the rest of his dressing on the floor. I watched his back muscle relax and contract as he moved to his drawers and pulled out something before retrieving it.

I had to bite the inside of my cheek, so that the color on my face won't be visible, but nothing was of use.

I did however feel like watching something forbidden, and surprisingly it felt good and made me close my leg.

But however, I just looked at his back. Was I this much of a desperate person? "Yes!" My inner girl grinds herself against a pillow.

I slap my inner self for being such a puddle of gooey cotton stuff. That idiot.

In the meantime, the bathroom door opened and the sight made me want to hide under the covers and unknowingly I did just that and no matter what, I couldn't erase the image of the Don wearing nothing but black boxer briefs won't go away.

Oh! But we liked it! My inner girl screeches.

No we didn't. Shut up! I scream mentally at her. She's such a whore sometimes.

"Piccolo?" I feel the covers move.

My inner whore is pouting with her lips painted red. Sad that he had put a shirt on.

I don't answer the Don but keep my eyes shut. I feel him getting into the covers behind me so my back is pressed against his front. "It's so hot in here." My inner girl fans herself with a paper fan. I smack her straight in the face. Little slut!

I feel the Don moving closer to me and wrap his massive arm below my breasts. Though not being touched they responded to the alien warmth.

Holy mother of baby Jesus! The girl in me squeals while grinding herself more. I close my legs more tightly not wanting to feel the moisture.

This is really going downhill. I am going to be so ruined.

I sigh and feel the Don move closer to my body.

Like that's possible. "Sleep, my sweet." I feel soft warm lips pressed against my head. The sensation goes as it comes.

It makes me mad, somehow. It makes me irritated. I wanted it to last longer. The Don throws his legs over mine and pulls me closer

My buttcheeks press against His crotch as I feel him twitch.

My inner girl slowly starts to strip herself. Quit it whore! I scream at her. As usual she ignores me. The warmth between my legs increases as I feel him hardening against me, grinding now and then.

"D-Don?" I whisper, unable to contain the foreign feeling.

"D-Do-"

"My name is Jungkook." He growls. "Say it!"

Turned on by his voice of command, "Jungkook." I gasp out as his grindings become frequent.

"Good girl." His lips pressed against my neck as he kissed and sucked lightly on the skin. I hold back a whimper of pleasure.

(TO BE CONTINUED)