Chapter Four #2
My wolfish smirk sparkles in the tall three-sided mirrors hanging on the wall, I notice the birds and flowers carved in the wood of the intricate rose gold frame.
I start unbuttoning my pants. River has an unfazed expression on his face, but his eyes keep following my fingers’ reflection. The tick in his jaw is such a giveaway.
I bend slightly toward the mirror, pushing my butt out and letting my pants slide down my legs slower than necessary.
I want him to savor the novel sight of my sexy-as-fuck champagne lace boxer briefs little by little.
I feel rewarded when I see the surprise filling his eye, the desire spreading among the blue, even if only for a brief moment before he hides it behind his usual mask.
He’s really bending over backward to be a good bodyguard and keep it professional. But my baby bunny forgot who he is up against.
I kick my shoes off and the cashmere pants to the side. My legs feel cold, but the anticipation of what might come makes me burn from the inside.
“Help me unzip the sweater.” I point to the nape. I could do it myself, but I need him to come closer.
I hear his muffled steps on the carpeted floor before feeling the tips of his fingers on my lower back as he pushes down the zipper with his other hand. I raise both my arms up to the ceiling and wait for him to pull it over my head…where it gets fucking stuck!
“Is this an assassination attempt?” I try to say, as the sweater’s wool fabric fills my mouth.
“How the fuck did you put this on?” he grumbles, while pulling and stretching.
“I’m a really good contortionist,” I say teasingly and suggestively.
I hear him holding his breath as I finally escape the sweater from Alcatraz, revealing my bare torso. I know he likes what he sees.
But he barks, “Your head is huge.”
“You should see the one in my pants.” I wink at him in the mirror.
“You’re testing me to see just how much I can take before strangling you, aren’t you?
” His tone is threatening, but from his gaze and body language, I can see it’s his attempt to put distance between us.
Because he wants me. Of course he fucking wants me.
I mean, who wouldn’t. And after that kiss and whispering my name, I know he does. I won’t accept anything else.
I turn to face him with my teeth digging into my lower lip. “Didn’t know you were into that kind of shit. It doesn’t discourage me one bit, though.”
“You’re…” He sighs without finishing the sentence.
His hand comes down to my hair to fix the wild locks—a gesture he’s done a million times, but it somehow feels different today. So fucking good. The moment he tries to pull away, I grab his wrist and push his fingers inside my mouth, giving them a nibble and a long suck.
“Why are you taking things to such extremes again, Aki?” His voice is deeper than usual, softly dark.
“It’s your fault, bunny. That bitch deserved a couple of loose teeth, but you took that pleasure away from me. I’m all pent up now. I need to fucking vent, and you need to take responsibility.” Spinning it as part of his duty is the only way to force his hand and let him indulge himself…in me.
“Fine.” He pulls his wrist free and fists both his hands at his sides. “One punch.” He turns his cheek.
“Pffft,” I snort. Damn, my bunny can be so oblivious sometimes.
I grab him by the waistcoat and pull myself to the tip of my toes.
“Like I’d let you off that easy.” Then I attack, biting his cheek first, then his upper lip, and fuck, it tastes so sweet.
My tongue comes out as I plaster my body to his, and then climb.
My arms around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist.
His hands grab my butt reflexively as I feel his warm and soft lips open in surprise.
I exploit his moment of confusion and invade his mouth.
Our spit quickly mixes together as he yields to it.
His heavy tongue twists with mine, and I can’t get enough of his intoxicating taste.
Mint with a hint of hot promises. The kiss is desperate, unrelenting, explosive.
We are panting as we try frantically to breathe without parting.
I feel his dick growing to a very large size as I keep humping him, stroking my leaking shaft against his pants-clad one with abandon. His large hands are kneading my ass cheeks, and my hole clenches with anticipation, wanting to be filled.
The wild and nasty kiss we are exchanging is much dirtier than the first time. River sucks on my lips until they are red and swollen. It’s like he needs to reach deeper inside my mouth until I’m out of breath.
Holy hell, this is what passion is supposed to feel like.
“Fuck!” he cusses against my mouth, before suddenly pushing my legs down his body until my feet touch the carpet again. His hands grab my wrists behind his nape, but I don’t budge. I won’t let him run from this. From me.
“A little kiss always gets you this hot and nasty?” I make a show of looking down between us at the large bulge tenting his pants.
He growls, gritting his teeth. Is it desire I hear? Or am I just projecting?
“Don’t fight against it, bunny.” I lick his jaw, enjoying the salty taste of his skin and the way he tenses and slightly trembles. “It’s useless, like fighting gravity.”
I can feel my pulse beating in my dick. I want him to touch me so fucking much. It’s such a thrill to crave someone this deeply. But he takes another step back, probably trying to make me let go of him. Instead, I shift and press against his hard body until his back is against the wall.
“Take fucking responsibility for putting me in this position.” I grind my hard dick against his leg, looking at him with lust-filled eyes.
My body is shaking with anticipation and frustration.
When he remains silent, I feel my bad temper rising.
His attempts at rejecting me are pissing me off now.
I slide my hand down, rubbing over his hard abs and strong side, savoring the flexing of his muscles under my palm.
Did he suck in his breath? My fingers wrap around the knife tucked in the back of his pants, the one I gifted him on his eighteenth birthday.
“Are you defying an order?” I raise the blade in the air and then spear it into the wall a few inches near his head. River doesn’t flinch.
“Am I not your type?”
“Type,” he echoes the word with a stern face. How is he still attempting to hide his desire for me?
“You can’t pass on this, bunny.” I yank the knife out of the wall and push the sharp tip to his chest, right between his pecs.
River is regarding me intensely, and that fearless look turns me on more than I expected.
I skillfully use the blade to slice his waist coat open, and then to slash the front of his Henley and display miles and miles of premium brawn.
Only a bit of strawberry blondish hair peppers the middle and on his stomach, with pronounced muscles bulging under smooth, tight skin and colorful ink.
I felt so damn smug when River decided to get the same tattoo design I had on my body; it was another way for us to bond. To be connected.
My hand slides down to touch the left pec.
I still remember what the burn looked like under the ink.
I never minded the tissue damage. It’s proof of River’s strength and stubbornness.
I actually spared his life because of them and asked for his help—while I killed the rest of that ridiculous gang he used to be part of.
Aroused, that’s how I feel about those scars now. Every atom of my body is aware of him. I want to feel his heat, his skin even more against me. His hard glance, short breaths, and growly words make me so damn horny.
“Do you want me to go hump someone else’s leg, perhaps?” I taunt him while continuing to rub against him.
One of his hands shoots out to grab the knife, the other my throat, blue eyes glowering. The grips are tight, but I can’t stop the smirk forming on my face. He hates the idea of me with someone else. Good. I let out a laugh, loving his uncontrolled roughness, and I let him have the blade.
“You may deny and deny with your words, but your body can’t lie to me.”
“Are you that curious to know how it feels doing it with a man?” The tension radiating from him is filling the room.
A little more push.
“Doing it with you,” I counter.
“We shouldn’t.” He keeps fighting it.
“But I want to.”
A feral, animal-like noise comes out of his mouth before he suddenly lets go of me and walks backward until the back of his legs hit the armchair. He drops down on the soft red cushion. I hear the click sound as he undoes his belt. Then the zipper slides down, and his dick springs free. Holy shit!
“You’ve been blessed with Dumbo’s dad’s cock.” I gulp, very impressed. He’s bigger than my worthless dildo.
“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters.
He’s big and long and hard. I want to touch it so much, it almost scares me.
But I’m too taken by those little bumps down his length under the skin to move.
My eyes widen. Fucking hell, I know what they are.
It’s called pearling, a quite common practice among yakuza men.
Small beads are inserted permanently beneath the skin to enhance sexual pleasure during sex.
It’s also fucking painful to get it done—or so I’ve heard.
“When did you turn your dick all…bumpy?” I breathe out, unable to look away. It looks like an alien dick, a bumpy, big dick I want to get inside me to discover if the enhanced pleasure part is true.
“Sir,” he hisses.
My eyes jump to his face. “What?”
“Call me sir.”
Is he for real? I couldn’t roll my eyes any louder.
Anybody else, and I’d have their heart carved out of their chest. But I see the challenge in his eyes.
He’s trying to make me back off. Jokes on him because my body seems to enjoy his commanding tone.
This authoritative side of River is making my boxer briefs wetter by the second.