Sold by stepfather-

The contract lay unsigned on the mahogany desk, worth more than most countries' GDP, but Jeon Jungkook's attention wasn't on the numbers. It was on the girl trembling in the center of his office, presented like a gift wrapped in white silk that did nothing to hide the generous curves beneath.

Her stepfather—some desperate CEO clawing for survival—stood by the door, sweating through his cheap suit. "She's untouched," the man said, his voice cracking. "Verified. Docile. She'll do anything you want. Just sign the deal, Mr. Jeon. Please."

Jungkook leaned back in his leather chair, steepling his fingers. His gaze traveled slowly, deliberately, from the girl's tear-stained face down to her heaving chest, her narrow waist, the way her thighs pressed together beneath the thin fabric of her dress. She was soft everywhere—full breasts, rounded hips, plush ass. A body built for handling rough.

"Anything?" Jungkook repeated, his voice a low rasp that made the girl flinch.

"Anything," her stepfather confirmed. "She's yours. However you want her. For as long as you want."

"Leave us."

The man practically scrambled for the door, not looking back at the daughter he was trading for corporate survival. The lock clicked with finality, and Jungkook rose, unfolding his tall frame with predatory grace.

"What's your name, little dove?" he asked, circling her.

"Y/N," she whispered, not meeting his eyes.

"Y/N," he tested the sound, savoring it. "Look at me."

She lifted her chin, and he saw it—the fear, the innocence, the absolute naivety. She had no idea what she'd been sold into. No idea that the man examining her like merchandise was going to ruin her in every way possible.

"Do you know what a mistress is, Y/N?" He stopped behind her, close enough that she could feel his body heat through her dress. Close enough to smell her fear—sweet, intoxicating.

"I—yes," she stammered. "You want me to—to sleep with you. To—"

"To fuck," he corrected, his mouth at her ear. His hands found her waist, spanning it easily, thumbs stroking the softness of her stomach. "I want to fuck you. However I want. Whenever I want. Your body is my property now. Signed over. Bought and paid for."

He spun her around and pushed her back against his desk, papers scattering. Y/N gasped, her hands flying back to brace herself, and Jungkook took the opportunity to step between her legs, forcing them apart with his hips.

"Spread," he commanded.

She obeyed, trembling, and he smirked—dark, dangerous, delighted. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing her dress higher, exposing her simple cotton panties. He laughed, a cruel sound.

"Virginal white. How appropriate." He hooked two fingers in the waistband and tore them down her legs, tossing them aside. "These won't be necessary. From now on, you don't wear underwear. I want access to this cunt whenever I desire it."

"Please," Y/N whimpered, her face burning. "I've never—no one's ever—"

"I know," Jungkook interrupted, his hand cupping her mound possessively. His fingers probed her entrance, finding her wet—traitorously, embarrassingly wet. "And I don't care. Your virginity belongs to me now. I'm taking it. Tonight. Right here on this desk, with the city watching through the glass."

He pressed a thick finger inside her, and Y/N cried out at the intrusion, tight and burning around his digit. Jungkook groaned, his forehead dropping to hers, his eyes holding her captive.

"So fucking tight," he growled, working his finger deeper, curling to find the spot that made her jolt. "Clenching around me like you don't want me to leave. But I'm going to stretch you, Y/N. I'm going to ruin this little virgin hole until it only fits my cock. Until you can't cum without me inside you."

He added a second finger, scissoring them, preparing her for the brutal stretch to come. Y/N was sobbing now, overwhelmed, her hands gripping his shoulders as he worked her open with clinical precision.

"Please, it hurts," she gasped.

"Good," Jungkook purred, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing circles that made her hips buck despite the pain. "I want it to hurt. I want you to feel every inch of me claiming you. I want you to remember who owns this cunt when you walk tomorrow—when you sit, when you piss, when you try to pretend you're still the innocent little girl your stepfather threw away."

He withdrew his fingers, slick with her arousal, and held them to her lips. "Taste. Taste how desperate you are. How much your body wants to be used."

Y/N hesitated, and his eyes darkened with warning. She parted her lips, and he pushed his fingers inside her mouth, watching her suck her own essence with dark satisfaction.

"Good girl," he praised, withdrawing with a wet sound. "Now strip. I want to see what I bought."

She fumbled with her dress, clumsy with fear and desire, until she stood naked before him—soft stomach, heavy breasts with pink nipples peaked from cold and arousal, thighs that touched at the top where her virgin cunt waited, glistening and bare.

Jungkook's gaze devoured her. He unbuckled his belt slowly, deliberately, letting the sound fill the room. His trousers dropped, and he freed his cock—thick, veined, heavy, leaking at the tip with precum that spoke to how long he'd been hard for this moment.

"On your back," he ordered. "Legs spread. Show me what's mine."

Y/N lay back on the cold wood, her legs falling open, exposing her completely. Jungkook climbed over her, gripping her knees and shoving them wider, wider, until she felt split open, vulnerable, his for the taking.

He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her tight hole, and looked down at her with something like possession burning in his eyes.

"Say it," he demanded. "Say you want me to take your virginity. Say you want to be my whore."

"I—" Y/N choked, tears streaming down her temples into her hair. "I want you to—please, take me. Make me yours. I want to be your—your whore."

The word broke on her tongue, innocent and filthy, and Jungkook lost all restraint.

He thrust forward in one brutal movement, burying himself to the hilt, tearing through her barrier with merciless efficiency. Y/N screamed, arching off the desk, her nails raking down his arms as pain lanced through her—burning, stretching, consuming.

"Fuck," Jungkook groaned, stilling inside her, feeling her flutter and clench around his invasion. "Fuck, you're strangling my cock. So tight. So fucking perfect."

He pulled back slowly, watching her face contort, watching blood and arousal coat his shaft, and then slammed back in with a force that moved the desk.

"Taking it so well," he grunted, setting a punishing rhythm. "Such a good little slut, letting me use your virgin cunt however I want. Look at you—tits bouncing, legs spread, taking my cock like you were built for this."

Y/N was mindless, reduced to sensation, the pain fading into something else—something dark and hot that built in her belly with every brutal thrust. Jungkook fucked her without mercy, his hips snapping against her soft thighs, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the office.

He grabbed her breasts, kneading roughly, pinching her nipples until she cried out, then lowered his head to suck one into his mouth, biting down hard enough to mark.

"These are mine," he announced, switching to the other. "Marked. Claimed. Every part of you belongs to me now."

His hand slid between them, finding her clit, rubbing furiously as his pace increased, chasing his own release.

"Going to fill you," he growled against her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse. "Going to pump you full of my cum until you're dripping, until you can't walk without feeling me inside you. You're going to carry my seed all day tomorrow, little dove. Going to remember who owns this cunt."

"Please," Y/N begged, not knowing what she was begging for, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her body betraying her completely. "Please, I can't—"

"Cum for me," Jungkook commanded, his fingers circling her clit, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes. "Cum on my cock like the desperate whore you are. Show me you love being dominated."

The orgasm crashed through her with devastating force. Y/N screamed, her body convulsing, her virgin walls clamping down on Jungkook's relentless thrusts, milking him, demanding his release.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, slamming deep one final time, burying himself to the root as he spilled inside her—hot, thick, endless pulses of cum flooding her womb, marking her from the inside as his property.

He collapsed over her, his weight pressing her into the desk, his cock still twitching inside her, filling her until she was overflowing, his seed leaking out around him, dripping onto the wood beneath them.

For long moments, they stayed like that—joined, marked, claimed. Then Jungkook pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her stretched, reddened entrance, watching it drip down her thighs.

He smeared it into her skin with possessive strokes, marking her thighs, her stomach, her breasts with his claim.

"Welcome to your new life, mistress," he murmured, his eyes dark with promise. "This was just the first time. I haven't even begun to show you all the ways I'm going to use you."

He pulled her up, his hand wrapping around her throat, his thumb stroking her jaw. "Now clean my cock. With your mouth. I want to feel that virgin throat."

Y/N looked up at him, tear-stained and marked and owned.

And as she lowered her head to obey, Jungkook smiled—predatory, satisfied, and hungry for more.