Contains: psychotic behaviour, a lot of smut, possessiveness, obsession, yandere behaviour, gore, killing, oral sex, rough sex, threesome, three men sharing same woman. Rich vminkook, countryside girl.
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Summary: A young woman from the countryside, comes to the city of seoul for study - at her aunts and beckmes an obsession not only one but three deadly, insanely handsome and rich bachelors. They will do anything to make her theirs. Either With their wealth, charm, and determination. They will stop at nothing to bring her into their lives, even if it means shattering her innocence and leaving her forever changed. Forever their's even if it includes - killing people.
Chapter nine.
I felt her hands on me. all over, making me feel sickening and disgusted. And I can't help but try to remove that touch from my body.
I have been running and running, I feel her disgusted words in my ear — I watched how she took advantage of me. How is she making me feel like I'm nothing just a toy for her.
I am running.
I'm still running.
I'm running from myself and I'm running from my past.
My eyes opened. I sat up removing blanket from my naked chest. A groaned left my mouth — stretching my back I stood up. I grabbed the water bottle, and drunk it on one go.
I look at the time.
It was 8:45 in the morning, I only slept 2 hours. Last time I slept well in her arms.
Cyra Maevie.
It was like I'd finally found a place where I could be safe, where I could escape the demons that haunted me. I'd slept for the first time in years, and it was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. No nightmares, no flashbacks, no memories of the dark things that had happened to me. Just peace, and quiet, and Cyra's gentle breathing in my ear.
I'd rather spend the rest of my life in her arms, close to her, than face the darkness alone again.
She could only calm the monster inside me that Is ready to devour her anytime. Ready to attack on her — the obsession the insanity I hold for her is concerning, sure. But like I said, I'm a man of few words.
Always get what I want.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰.
Its always give and take and I think she knows that better than anyone else. My hand reached out for the cigarette packet and I light up smoking — staring outside the morning city through the glass window of my penthouse.
She must be in her room.
That day I was furious, seeing her jumping on that bastards arms. I haven't told this to Jungkook and Jimin yet. Knowing how they will react, especially Jungkook.
The image burning itself into my mind like a branding iron. All rationality, all reason, all morality went out the window as I felt a primal urge take over. I wanted to hurt him, to destroy him, to make him pay for even looking at her, for even touching her.
The thought of it made me sick, made me want to lash out and rip his hands off, or slit his throat, or gouge out his eyes. But most of all, I wanted to claim her back, to make her mine again.
She belonged to us, to me.
No one else was going to take that away from us. Her soul, her mind, her thoughts, her everything was mine, ours, and I would do whatever it took to keep it that way.
I crushed the cigarette in ashtray and went to the washroom, I washed my face. My eyes burned because lack of sleep.
What happened to me in my past. Wasn't something I was proud of and never will. The monster that bitch created inside my only grew and grew. But it got unstoppable since cyra came into our lives.
I always protected my brothers from 𝘏𝘦𝘳. Never wanted them to through the same fucking shit I endured.
After getting freshen-up, I got out and saw Jungkook laying on my bed. I sighs and looked away, drying my hair.
"Hyung?"
"Hm?" I hummed without looking at him, indicating I'm listening go on.
"What happened few days ago? You fucked her right? Out of jealousy — obviously." Jungkook scoff, and a annoying smirk on his handsome face. He wiggled his eyebrows. "You're too harsh on her."
I looked at him, also letting out a scoff at his words. "Says the one who fucked her in the back seat just because she rejected your kiss." I retorted back.
His face fell, he sulks.
A chuckle left my mouth.
"What do you want? Why you're in my room. Plus – why are you so ready?" I asked staring his black leather jacket and jeans. His tattooed arm showing, his raven hair styled.
"I was here to tell you, I visit her room. She got her periods or something. So, urm, she needs pads? I asked Jimin but that deadass is sleeping." Jungkook sat up and looked at him.
"And I'm going somewhere secert ain't telling you no shit." He added. I narrowed my eyes — "she got her periods?" I frowned.
"Yeah?" Jungkook said in questioned tone.
"I meant-" a sighs left my mouth, its better not argue with this idiot. "Just fuck off, I'll check up on her."
Jungkook nodded. "And, I'm not picking mom's call - you attend it."
A groan left my mouth.
"Fuck, okay."
Jungkook smiled and stood up, taking my car keys. "Jeon." I said sternly, he only showed middle finger and left the room.
I shook my head.
I exit my room and went downstairs in her room, she had maintained her room almost like her. Soft and delicate. Smells like almost white peonies and jasmine - because of the flower port she placed beside her window.
I saw her laying on her stomach, she was in a navy blue sweater and a pair of cotton shorts. Her face was buried inside the pillow, "flower," I said gently. Sitting beside her.
She looked at me, her hazel brown eyes teary and puffy because of crying.
My heart clenched.
I don't like her crying, 𝘎𝘰𝘥.
I only like when she cries in pleasure that I give her.
"Hey, does it hurt?" I placed hand on her back, doing small circles attempting to comfort her.
"Why do you care?" She whispered softly. God, her sassy mouth will be death of me. I would rather fuck the disobedience and sassiness out of her. But she is sick, so I will let it slide.
"Well I do care when my girlfriend is sick."
She glared at me.
Cute.
"I'm not your girlfriend." She sniffled and looked away — a breathy chuckle left my mouth. I turned her around, and placed my hand on her abdomen rubbing it gently.
"Did you eat?"
No reply.
I closed my eyes and took a deep inhale. I don't like being ignored. Especially from her.
"Cyra Maevie."
She gulped softly and shook her head tiny. "You need to eat, then you can take the painkillers." I spoke, she looked at me. "I'm not hungry and keep your fake concern to yourself."
I pecked her lips, slowly.
She yanked her face.
I grabbed her chin and yank it back to me. "It wasn't a question, I'm being nice and gentle. Don't make stupid thing that will make you regret later." I said gritted my teeth.
I messaged the bartender to send breakfast in her room and some painkillers.
His response was quick. I pocketed the phone.
A whimper left her mouth catching my attention. She hugged herself more, almost curling up. I gently pulled her closer to me, she didn't fight this time.
Her head rested on my pounding heart.
I caressed her abdomen gently, placing kiss on her temple.
I never did this to any women, heck never talk gently with anyone like I do for her. This woman had me hooked, wrapped around her pretty fucking little fingers.
"Shh, it will be okay." I whispered softly, kissing her cheek. She closed her eyes gently. "You won't sleep until you eat something, flower."
She nodded little.
"Did my mom perhaps called you or anything like that?" I asked, caressing her abdomen still, tracing her stomach with my fingers. She trembled softly and looked up at me.
She shook her head — "no, why?" She whisper.
I placed kiss on her forehead. "Nothing, just asking." I murmur against her skin. Good thing my mother didn't bother to text her, and I'm sure she won't nor my sister.
They are already very occupied.
And they will remain occupied as longer as we want.
"After few days, we have a small, well not small but a great party at our penthouse. And everyone is going to be there," I told her looking at her soft pretty face.
She's so precious.
In my arms.
On my lap, where she belongs.
"What party?" She mumbled, head still resting on my chest. "Jungkook's birthday." I said. She scoff "that man will never grow up no matter how many birthdays he will do." She grumbled.
I chuckled.
"Hate him that much, flower?" I raised my eyebrow and looked at her. "I hate all of you." She whispered and looked at me.
My smile dropped, my face darkened. My hand on her waist tightened. "You will learn to love us, sooner or later." I whispered harshly.
"Even if you not, our love is enough. The only thing we need to do is keeping you by our side. My side."
Her chest heaved and she looked into my eyes.
I was about to capture her lips. But the door knocked — the maids entered with trolly of breakfast.
I get up, and grabbed toast and butter knife. I spread butter and honey on it and handed to her. She sat up and sighs softly, taking small baby bites on that toast.
"Eat up, flower." I spoke, turning around making another toast and placing bacon's beside. I grabbed the glass and poured juice. I glance at the tablets placed on the trolly.
I took sip of juice and looked at her.
She instantly looked away.
Her cheeks tinted.
I tilt my head, a smirk form on my lips. "Admiring me?" I crossed my arms and looked at her. She didn't look at me again, "you? Your dreaming," she mumbles.
I placed my glass back on trolly.
I smile little, I placed knee on bed hand each side of hers bending down on her height. Her breath hitched as she stared back at me.
I love her attention on me.
All the time.
I took bite of her toast from where she was eating and pecked her lips again, licking the slight honey on her lips. I got up and smirked seeing her flushy cheeks.
I chew the toast and drink the juice.
It tastes even better from her toast.
From her lips.
I leaned and watched her eating - "order any dress you want to wear." I spoke, looking at her. She frowned and looked at me. "What dress?" She said softly.
"Like i said, for the party. Get to any link, order it and I'll pay it."
"I can pay it myself."
"I know you can — 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦."
She opened her mouth again, I kissed her again silencing her. My tongue entered her warn mouth, sucking and licking every corner of her sweet mouth tasting the honey and butter.
I pulled away, we both pants against each other's lips.
"Just do as I say okay?" I caressed her cheek bone gently. She was surprised seeing me so gentle with her. I'm surprised by myself.
But fuck it.
Anything for her.
Please.
I would die for her.
I stood frozen, my eyes locked on the figure of the man, the charming and handsome ambassador of Calvin Klein. He was standing at the centre of the room, surrounded by a sea of adoring fans and acquaintances, all of whom seemed to be fawning over him like he was some kind of god.
He almost threatened me to come. Otherwise, he'd do something 'I' will regret.
I know him, he will do something I'll surely regret.
This man knows nothing except manipulating and threatening me.
He sulks when attention is not given to him.
Heartthrob in university — and even the ambassador.
And yet, as I looked at him, I saw beyond the façade, beyond the charming smile and the angelic face.
I saw the darkness that lurked beneath, the monster that he kept hidden from the world. A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about all the things he'd done, all the secrets he kept.
I felt a lump form in my throat as unfamiliar tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. But I didn't cry, not now, not after everything we'd been through. I was tired, so tired of being hurt, of being used, of being manipulated.
Jimin and Taehyung weren't here for some reason, or they might come late soon, I don't know, but deep down, I'm glad. If they were here, it would be even worse than it is already.
I have been keeping a check on my grandma too - she has been doing fine lately, and that's good for me. She's still in the hospital, though. But she's getting the best treatment.
Under them.
Another sigh left my mouth. Too much is happening in my life.
I missed my old life more, peaceful and relaxed. There's nothing to worry about. But destiny can be cruel.
There was a huge screen of Jungkook's Calvin Klein photoshoot, and everyone was taking pictures of him.
I glanced up.
And our eyes locked.
His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, the intensity of his gaze making me feel like I was drowning in their depths. My chest tightened, but it wasn't a fluttering sensation. It was more like a slow-burning fire that was spreading through my veins.
I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my composure, but it was no use.
I couldn't look away from him, couldn't tear my eyes away from the dark, piercing gaze that seemed to see right through me. He tilted his head, a small smirk playing on his lips, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. The way he looked at me, it was like he knew all my secrets like he could see right through me to the very core of my being.
And then, he winked, just a small, almost imperceptible movement of his eye. But I saw it, and it sent a jolt of electricity through my body.
I look away.
My phone buzzed in my hand, I looked down and saw a message from him.
I bite my lower lips softly, I look up at him again. Saw him, already looking at me. He raised his one sharp eyebrow. He took a step back and left the venue without anyone noticing him.
There was a fight between my brain and myself — should I go or not? I know if I won't, I'll regret it. And if I did, I'd regret that too.
I closed my eyes and shook my head.
I went out, and as Jungkook said, a man was waiting up. He looked at me, saying nothing he started walking. I followed him.
There was an elevator, we got in and stopped on some floor.
I got outside - the lift got closed, and the guard went away, too.
I closed my hands around my arms, rubbing them softly.
It was a little chilly on the upper floor.
I got a little closer to the door, there was a long hallway with few lights. The upper floor was luxurious — from the grid windows, it showed the Italian cypress trees. Was it some backside somewhere? Cause it was different from downstairs.
An arm sneaked around my waist from behind.
A familiar scent of musk and Creed Aventus consumed me.
I took a sharp inhale, feeling him snuggling in my neck and taking a deep breath in.
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳."
I was wearing a blue floral midi dress. A white knit cropped cardigan, light blue Adidas Gazelle sneakers, and white socks. And a cream-coloured handbag.
—A gold necklace with a heart pendant completes the look. The overall style is sweet and feminine.
"Why did you call me up here?" I whispered, closing my eyes.
Jungkook turned me over, pressing himself on me my back met the wall. I looked up at him, seeing him looking down right at me. Jungkook was wearing his outfit given by Calvin Klein — blue jeans and a blue shirt with few buttons open.
His tattooed arm slightly showed.
His raven hair was styled.
"I missed you," He murmured, looking down at my lips and then my hazel-brown eyes. "Did you miss me?" I stayed silent, looking into his eyes.
A look of hatred.
He smirked against my lips.
I pushed him away — moving away.
He only grinned and followed me, yanking me back into his arms pinning me yet again.
"Are you dog?" I glared into his eyes, with hatred. Following me around everywhere.
Jungkook grinned again.
He whispered in her ear, "Woof."
He pressed himself more into me, his obvious bulge rubbing over my stomach, making my inside churn. "God, the hate look in your eyes makes me go all fucked up," he chuckled.
Dark.
Teasing.
He grinded again — "See what you do to me, sugar?" He ground up, hard and torturously slow. "You feel that? Hm?" He nuzzled his nose in my neck, placing a kiss on my throat.
"What you gonna give me on my birthday hm?" Jungkook asked, looking down at me. Smiling, tilting his head.
His smile was cute and innocent.
Only having a monster lying in beneath. Ready to devour her.
"How about I just kill you?" I mumbled, looking at him. His head throws back, and he laughs. His laughter was like a low, rumbling growl, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the air and make my skin prickle with unease.
It was a sound that was almost childlike, but it was also a sound that was completely at odds with the darkness that lurked beneath his surface. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I watched him laugh, as I watched him seem to revel in the moment.
And then, he spoke, his voice dripping with amusement. "God, you never fail to make me laugh, sugar." He smiled, looking down at my lips again. "Let me tell you a perfect gift."
He took another step closer.
"How about sitting on my face, 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳?" He grinned.
Anger and disgust consumed me, I shoved his chest hard making him step back. He raised his eyebrows. "Aw, is my cyra upset?" He sneaked his arm again around my waist yanking me closer.
I opened my mouth to curse him.
He crashed his lips.
Kissing me messily, tongue tangling. Enough to make me gasp for air, I fisted his front shirt softly, punching him to let go. But he didn't, his kiss had always been deadly.
He pushed me against the wall once again. His hand reached my breast, pinching the clothed nipple. I gasped again, taking the chance he slid his tongue, licking every corner of my mouth.
Swallowing every breath.
Every lick.
I pushed him again, and he grabbed my wrist pinning it above my head. Grinding his cock against me again.
I felt tears pricked up in the corner of my eyes, His kiss was like a storm, wild and unpredictable, leaving me gasping for air as he devoured me whole.
—I was trapped, caught in the vortex of his passion, unable to move or escape as he ravaged me with his mouth and his body.
Jungkook pulled away when he felt satisfied, smirking against my lips seeing me all teared up and flushed gasping for air. "Always so pretty when you cry." He murmured, pecking them again.
"I hate you." I breathed out and looked at him. He grinned again - "I know." His hand went to my thighs, giving it a possessive squeeze.
"I'll scream. I'll call the people and I'll tell everyone that you're harassing me." I retorted and looked at him. Knowing damn well I can't do shit.
He hummed — "yeah? Go on, try. I dare you." He said calmly, playing with the band of my panties dangerously close to my core. My chest heaved, and I tried to wiggle out of his grip.
"J-Jungkook, I- I'm not jok—" I gasp out when his fingers brushed my sensitive clit over my panties. Tears gathered in my eyes again.
"Fuck." He cursed, "always so 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 pretty when cry." He chuckles, leaving my wrist that immediately went to his shoulders trying to push him away.
He only pressed himself more into me.
Jungkook's tattooed hand went inside my panties his fingers met my folds. I cried out softly, resting my head on the wall.
He kissed my throat again. "What will you tell people? Will they believe sweet little thing like you? Hm?" He pepper kisses my neck, and his one finger slides in.
His finger slid deep inside me, and I felt my body clench around it, trying to hold on to the sensation as he moved it in and out of me. Another gentle cry left my lips as he added another finger, stretching me wide as he worked me open. He peppered kisses on my neck, his lips tracing the curve of my jaw, twisting and curling as he nipped at my skin.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as he bit down on my earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
His fingers moved in time with his kisses, building me up to a fever pitch as he worked me toward a climax. I was lost in the sensation, my body writhing against his as he devoured me with his mouth and his fingers.
"No one will believe you, my sugar." He murmured, "You want to stand in front of me? In front of 𝘶𝘴?" He chuckled, shaking his head.
I felt a wave of despair wash over me as I realized the truth in his words. I was nothing, a mere insignificant speck in the grand scheme of things.
He, Jimin, and Taehyung were giants, towering above me with their talent and charisma. They could crush me with a single word, a single glance.
And even if I screamed about him harassing me, no one would believe me. Everyone would side with him, with the powerful and charismatic ones.
Because in the end, it's not about who's right or wrong, it's about who has the most power and influence. And I was just a nobody, a tiny little insect compared to the mighty idols.
He fastened his finger, and I cried out again.
Jungkook kissed my lips again, licking my lower lips and biting it gently.
"Let go for me, sugar." He breathed out as I came undone around his fingers. "So pretty." His stared into my messed condition. He has some sick pleasure seeing me all cry up for him.
He takes out his fingers from my panties and brings them towards my lips — "Open up." I parted my lips, without i could control my lips.
I slide his two fingers in my mouth, "suck it." He ordered. I gulped and suck around his fingers, tasting myself.
Konrad Curze & Persephone — Thrones of Shadows and Blood. Finish.
A moment of eerie calm in the court of nightmares.
Konrad, the Night Haunter, rules not just with terror, but with silence that suffocates.
Persephone, his dark queen, sits beside him — not conquered, but chosen.
Her crimson dress bleeds into the throne, as if the palace itself remembers every drop spilled in his name.
GOD OF MADNESS - Chapter 33 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1629506192-god-of-madness-chapter-33?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=AdeleOsyden I slept with Jeremy Volkov. Yes. Me. Landon King! With him. And before you pity him or me, know this: I don't lose. I don't bend. I don't forgive easily. Jeremy thinks he's untouchable. That he can rattle me, push me, make me vulnerable. He's wrong. Every glance, every word, every whispered threat only sharpens me, hones me into something he can't control. Blackmail? Humiliation? Let him try. I don't break, I calculate. And Jeremy Volkov will learn exactly what happens when he underestimates me.
