Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Work keeps me busy enough to not think about other things, but that was before.
I have a feeling it will no longer apply now that my world has collided with Sebastian’s again.
After finishing my check-in calls with Amanda, I step into the house.
I pause at the sound of arguing coming from Akira’s office. This late?
For the seven years I’ve been married to him, Akira has always been as meticulous as fuck about his working hours versus his resting ones.
Any time after seven is his ‘me time’ that no one dares to interfere with.
Also, arguing?
The occurrence is so rare that I stop and listen outside his office, but I can’t really hear the words. Just a male voice.
And it’s not Akira’s.
I knew my husband wouldn’t be arguing. The man doesn’t raise his voice and still accomplishes whatever he sets out to do.
Sometimes, it feels like he’s a samurai in modern times. Or maybe a lethal ninja.
I’m about to continue on my way when the door of Akira’s office swings open and Ren storms out, slamming it shut behind him.
He comes to a screeching halt upon seeing me, his face contorted as he bows in greeting.
I don’t bow back. “Ah, I should’ve known the arguing would be all you.”
“Are you happy?”
I smile. “About your misery? Very.”
“That doesn’t erase yours, Ojou-sama,” He mocks.
“No, but it’s good to have a companion.”
“Who says I’m miserable?”
“You clearly are. Akira is effectively getting on your nerves. Finally met your match, huh?”
“You wish. No one gets to me, not you and not your psycho husband.”
I pat his shoulder, pretending to dust something off, then whisper, “Watch your back. He already has you in his sights.”
Ren stiffens as I pull away, his smaller eyes narrowing on mine before he strides off. I watch him with a satisfied smile. That rattled him enough to make him paranoid for a while.
“Aren’t you a little daredevil?”
I turn around at Akira’s voice. He stands in his doorway, leaning against the frame, and is wearing his yukata, which means it’s definitely his ‘me time.’
“That makes two of us,” I mock.
He adjusts his glasses. “How was Mio-chan? That is, if you really spent all day with her.”
“She’s fine, and whether or not I spent my day with her is none of your concern. You don’t tell me what to do, last time I checked.”
“Hmm. It’s back.”
“What’s back?”
“That fighting spirit. You lost it for a while. I wonder what triggered it, my dear wife.”
Shit. I should’ve known he’d focus on that. This is Akira, after all.
From now on, I need to be more careful.
23
Akira
Dear Yuki-Onna,
I had my first dream about you in years last night.
It was as dirty as you are.
You came through my window like your ghostly self while I was sleeping, and then you slipped under the covers.
A shiver ran down my spine and I felt freezing through my bones, but instead of pulling away or trying to close the window, I remained still.
What? Don’t judge. I needed to feel the moment Yuki-Onna finally took my life.
But that’s not what you did.
Your hands slid up my thighs and you pulled my pants down. Your small hand wrapped around my dick and I became hard like a priest after abstaining for fucking years.
Again, don’t judge. I didn’t have a hold on my reaction.
In my defense, I never thought you’d attempt to seduce me or view me inappropriately like in some scenario of your favorite hardcore porn.
Anyway, my dick was definitely not having an existential crisis when your tiny hands wrapped around its length, and I might have been on the verge of coming when you struggled to fist your palms around my huge cock.
I could tell you’re not really that experienced despite all the kinky scenarios you told me about, and that might have turned me on harder until my abdomen contracted and I had to grit my teeth.
But then you put me in your mouth, and, fuck me, it was like touching a piece of heaven as I was plummeting into hell. Your little tongue licked the side and you swallowed the precum like you waited your entire life to do it.
And fuck, I almost came down your sweet throat like a pubescent kid who was touched for the first time.
I couldn’t stop watching the up and down of your head as you took me all the way to the back of your throat, using your tongue, lips, hands, and every fucking part of your body. Even the swish of your dark hair against my thighs was a stimulation I didn’t think I needed.
And the worst part? Even when you struggled and seemed to be choking on my dick, you didn’t stop. Not even close, not even a little. You kept going and going, swallowing my dick like a champ who was chasing her next trophy.