Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
His fingers slide along my slick skin. “Truth. For that I will reward you.” He presses down firmer, his fingers circling over my clit. I moan, already so close to going over the edge. I think I could have gotten off with him spanking me alone if I’d kept my thighs pressed together hard enough, especially with how much I was worked up already. “Will this be the first time a man makes you come, little rebel?”
“Yes.” I rock my hips.
“My good girl,” he praises. “Only a little whore for me.” He presses his fingers together, giving my clit a small pinch. I scream out his name as the orgasm explodes through my whole body. A tidal wave of pleasure rolls through me, washing away some of my sadness and anger in the process before my body collapses onto the bed.
When Kazuo removes his hand from between my thighs, I turn my head to look back at him and watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. His eyes stay locked with mine as he does it. A groan rumbles from him.
“I knew you’d be sweet.” He pulls my skirt back into place before he slips my panties the rest of the way down my legs. My eyes fight to stay open. The next thing I feel is him lifting me. I wrap around him as he carries me. A moment later, he lays me down in his bed. His smell is all around me, making me relax more.
“Sleep, little rebel,” he whispers in my ear. “You can try to escape, but know you’ll never be free of me.”
9
Kazuo
Kuzi jumps on my bed and settles in at Mei’s feet. He purrs softly as he kneads the comforter. I’m not keen on another man sharing Mei’s bed, but I suppose I can make an exception for the fluffy kitten.
I stand and just watch Mei for a while. She’s young and naïve, but she also has a backbone. Standing up to her father and disobeying his wishes–those are things even I would hesitate to do. Hideo isn’t a kind man. He’s had to be hard and unrelenting to maintain his position in the Yakuza. Though I can’t help but feel amused at his inability to control the willful rebel who’s sleeping soundly in my bed.
Footsteps in the hall call my attention away, and I ease out, closing the door behind me. Toru glances at the door.
“She’s asleep.” I try to say it as nonchalantly as possible.
“In your bed?” He smirks.
Of course he’s on to me. He always is. “I assume you’re up here for a reason?”
His smirk fades. “Yeah, there’s more trouble.”
“More?” I sigh and follow him downstairs, suddenly feeling extra tired of the Itos and their bullshit.
“One of our trucks got hit on the highway going into the city.”
“Hit how?” I ask.
He pulls out his phone and scrolls through some messages, then shows me pictures. An 18-wheeler riddled with bullet holes, the driver hanging half out of the cab, his face a bloody ruin.
“The shipment?”
“Taken.” He puts his phone away.
“How much?”
“This was the cash bag delivery along with some unprocessed pharmaceuticals. So we’re looking at half a million in losses.” He glowers. “I handled the informant, but I think he gave them enough intel for a few more hits against us. I’m going to have to change up a few things to prevent it.”
“Do it.” I didn’t expect another strike against me so quickly after the first. Ito isn’t acting stealthily. In fact, if anything, he’s becoming reckless. “Ito is moving much faster than we anticipated. Why?”
“I suspect it’s Rai’s influence. He’s been pushing his father to expand, and he’s always been jealous of you.”
“Rai.” I nod. I’ve thought the same. Isamu raised him like a spoiled little prince, giving him the best of everything. The few times we’ve met, I’ve found him to be a manipulative little shit, a boy his father prized even though he never deserved it. Now he’s in his twenties and looking to make a name for himself in the Yakuza. “Rai’s been quiet, though. No more late-night clubbing and street racing his daddy’s Lambos. But I suppose that would make sense, especially if he’s putting pressure on Isamu from the inside. He’s keeping a low profile.”
Toru snorts. “Rai is a snake. I wouldn’t put it past him to push his father out onto the limb and watch as we saw it off. He wants to be head of the Itos.”
“I agree. He’s leading his father down the cherry blossom path.”
“Straight to ruin.” Toru shakes his head. “I can put out some feelers, test our assumption to see if Rai is behind it.”
“Do that. In the meantime, I can’t let this go unanswered.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Toru cracks his knuckles. “I can gather a force and do a strike anywhere you want.”