《Dangerous Love- JJK》CHAPTER-11
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Five minutes onto the highway the car drive was silent and the sexual tension in the air was very high. I was strangely.... turned on. I was not wearing bra and my nipples were perking up. I tried crossing and uncrossing my hands over my chest but it only worsened the situation as the friction made them stand to attention.
I was aware of my every move, how my thighs rubbed together to ease the tension between my legs. I was also aware of Jung kook’s every move, his hands on the steering wheel while one hand alternating between the steering wheel and the gear.
I was occasionally glancing at Jung kook and caught him stealing glances at me. Well I was not the only one affected by the tension in the air. I have the same effect on him as he has on me. I averted my gaze on his hands again thinking how they will feel on my skin. The hard touch of his hands on the soft skin of my body touching every inch. Shit. Y/n get a hold of yourself and stop thinking like that.
I was constantly shifting in my seat. My palms were itchy. I wanted to paw his shirt off and run my hands on his abs and over his whole body. God, I wanted him.
I didn’t want to want him but in that moment I was frustrated with need. I stole a glance at him and caught him just looking away. He had been staring at my tits. I mean they were very prominent with my arousal.
I cut my eyes to Jung kook again and caught him staring at me; he briefly turned his gaze on the road to navigate a turn and then again looked at me. He ever so slowly trailed his eyes down to my tits and then back up and then he turned his gaze on the road again.
He shifted in his seat more like squirmed and I caught sight of his erection throbbing at the zipper of his jeans. He was trying to suppress it and tried to adjust it.
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"Don't look at me like that, Y/n," he growled. His eyes returned to the road and he gripped the steering wheel with both hands and shifted in the driver's seat. "Then don't you look at me like that either." I turned away and tried to focus on the scenery outside the window. "I'm not looking at you like anything," he said. "And neither am I." My words were given a lie by the way I tried to steal a look at him, and caught him doing the same.
Silence.
"It's just the adrenaline," I said. "Right" His hands were twisting the faded leather of the steering wheel as if trying to choke it into submission. "It'll pass on its own. It doesn't mean anything." I tried chewing on my lip, biting down hard enough to cause pain. Nope. That didn’t help either.
We drove in complete silence for a several minutes. Neither of us daring to look at each other, neither of us daring to cross the invisible line drawn between us.
He seemed to know exactly where we were going, and it wasn't back to the epicentre of Sao Paulo. If I had my directions right, we were heading east. I didn't care, though. Or rather, I didn't have the mental capacity to care. I knew I was gonna be safe as long as Jung kook is with me.
Right in that moment all I could think was of how needy I was and the only person to quench that thirst was only a foot away from me and I couldn’t do anything about it.
Then a spark flew. He took his hand off the wheel and set it at the side of my seat. His hand was ever so slowly crawling towards my body and it made my body sing with need. I tried to avoid it and pretended to see out of the window but I was aware of his every move.
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He placed his hand on my knee making me gasp at the skin contact and caressed my knee cap. His touch was surprisingly gentle yet firm. I cut my gaze to him and saw him already looking at me. A simple smile playing on his lips and in that moment I just wanted to kiss him. He again turned his eyes towards the road.
After a couple of moments he broke the silence “We are almost there.” I saw that we are no longer on the highway but on a road parallel to it having more turns. “You have a house here? In Brazil?” I asked shocked. “No I don’t, but Thresh arranged one for spending the night and made sure it was safe.” He replied. “Who is Thresh?” I asked. He chuckled before replying “I might not be able to tell precisely. Why don’t you look for yourself? I can just say that a terminator would look a pussy in front of him.”
He turned the car into the driveway and there was a one storey house there. Jung kook stopped the car and turned off the ignition. He got out of the car and so did I. As we were approaching the car a man of about 7 feet came out from the door and he had to duck and turn a little sideways to get through that little door.
He was Thresh. His body was built like he spent 20 hours a day in the gym. His biceps was as big as my thighs and his hand were so big I can’t compare to anything. I can say he can hold my whole head in his one hand. He did make terminator look like a pussy or he was the real life terminator.
I dint notice I was staring at him until Jung kook cleared his throat. I broke out of my daze and looked at Jung kook. He said “Y/n, meet Thresh. Thresh meet Y/n, Mr Wang’s sister.” Thresh took my hand for a handshake and I was scared that my little hand might get crushed but his grip was rather gentle. “Where did you meet this hulk” I blurted out before I could stop my words escaping my mouth. Both Thresh and Jung kook burst out laughing. “I have a whole group of alpha one security currently working for Mr Wang, under me. He is just one of them.” Jung kook simply shrugged.
I didn’t know that we have a whole alpha security following us. Damn fuck. How can one not see a 7 foot man walking behind oneself? Like it is not easy to hide a body as big as that. But then he is in alpha so it will be one of his specialities. To hide himself and hide well.
“Boss, the sensors are all in place so are the cameras. You can monitor all of them on your phone, I’ve connected them. I am going to prepare for the things ahead. This place is safe for at least next 50 hours, no more. You can spend the night and take a good rest.” Thresh said handing the phone to Jung kook and nodding at hm. Jung kook nodded back at him and they parted ways.
I was still shocked at the fact that Thresh addressed Jung kook as ‘Boss’ and I can’t get over that fact ever.
We were once again alone and as soon as we entered the house the sexual tension in the air rose up to high alert and the fire could be seen in both of our eyes.
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