Chapter Eleven #2
“I’m coming inside,” he warns me just before I feel his warmth invading me. My ass opens up and greedily gobbles down every drop of it.
“Want to stay in you,” he murmurs in my ear a while later, when our hearts are beating slowly again and my knees start to hurt against the hard tub.
“Don’t ever pull out,” I mumble. My arms tighten behind his neck, and I rub my nose over his chest as I wiggle my hips over his lap. He’s half hard inside me.
“I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. Mine.” He kisses my head.
“Mine,” I echo his words. “Should we just stay like this forever?”
He chuckles, jolting our bodies as he stands up, holding me against him. I cling to his body with my legs and arms…and on his shaft with my inner muscles.
He moves us near the sink and sets me down on the counter as he starts cleaning and drying me.
“Kumicho?” I ask.
“She’s fine.”
I had no doubt; she will outlive us all.
“And Fuckchill?” I snarl, thinking about Ling Wang’s smug face over mine.
He cusses a few insults before replying, “Food for fish.”
“Fucking shit! I wanted to finish him,” I bark. He was my kill. My revenge. “Fuckchill needed to taste my sword.”
“He did. Then I took you out of there as quickly as possible. I don’t like anybody else seeing you that vulnerable.”
I’m going to enjoy fucking with this jealous side of his. “Who else saw it?”
“Marco Moretti and his men.”
“They were there?”
“I had a weird feeling when I found out Ling Wang was the suitor and that we were going to meet him on Ishida-san’s turf, especially after Yuki gave you that file. So I texted Joel, telling him to send Marco to the restaurant in case me or one of my men messaged him the words Mad Dog.”
I snort.
“Yuna did as soon as I didn’t follow the fifteen-minute rule. The shooting started soon after. I don’t know how Joel convinced Moretti, but without him and his men, I don’t think we would’ve made it.”
“Well, fuck! I guess I need to make a phone call to the Leone family later.” Actually it was always in my plans to reach Moretti’s boss. Since I learned Joel is in a relationship with a mafioso, the wheels in my head had started moving. My aunt wants me to have strong connections…
“I’m not sorry about it. I’d do anything to save you,” River states, slowing his moves as he towel-dries my hair.
I smirk. “How about a hair drying service everyday?”
He drops both his hands on the counter on either side of me, caging me in. “How about another kind of service?” The gleaming look in his eyes has a contentious edge to it, a threatening one. I’ve seen it before. It sends a delicious tingling sensation down my extremities.
My hands find his skin, exploring the hardness of his abs and pecs. His body is a sexyland. “I’ll accept any kind of service you’ll provide, bunny.”
He trembles and tenses under my light touch as if my fingertips were leaving a burning trail on his body.
I feel like he would happily melt into the shape of the lines my touch is creating.
His forehead drops onto mine. His sigh caresses my lips, once again confirming how receptive and attuned we are.
“Do you know what pragma soulmates are?” I ask, cupping his scarred cheek.
He shakes his head.
“Pragma soulmates are not found. They are made. You meet someone and get a good feeling. Nothing monumental, just two people connecting. Moments and events shared slowly and steadily build the foundation for an unbreakable relationship that one day morphs into something deep and blazing hot. You, bunny, are my made soulmate. We built this love day after day, year after year. There isn’t a me without you anymore. There’ll never be again.”
His eyes have turned glassy. “I’ll make sure of it,” he breathes out.
“Was there a moment when you realized you had feelings for me?” I ask him, wanting to actually know how long he has been suppressing his desire for me…the idiot.
He hums, looking pensive for a moment. “We were chilling in your room; it was the last year of high school. I was eating an onigiri and some rice had stuck on my fingers and shirt when suddenly you handed me a wet tissue. You didn’t give a damn about the people surrounding you, but you were always very aware of me, and for some reason that day, I felt more than grateful for it.
The urge to do the same for you started growing, and I think it all bloomed from there. ”
I don’t have a sassy comeback. I give his mouth a peck. I need a moment to compose myself, my cheeks feel warm. Obviously, I don’t remember that particular day. But the simplicity of it confirms my pragma soulmate theory. Because if I think back, I had a few very close calls myself.
He tosses the towel on the floor and then his hands squeeze my ass cheeks as he grinds his growing hard cock inside me.
“Need to come inside you one more time,” he declares before kissing me.
Damn his bunny stamina.
River
“Stop fucking babying me!” Aki slaps my hand as I try to help him get out of the car.
I don’t think I’m being overprotective. I just told him we could come here another day, but he insisted on it.
He’s still covered in bruises since only a day has passed since the assault.
But he’s as reckless and stubborn as always.
Hence our visit to the abandoned factory where the crew is waiting for us.
We pass the entrance and walk deeper inside the large building.
The only thing holding to these crumbling walls is decay and sinister noises.
The atmosphere is eerie and cold—bone-reaching cold.
Part of the roof is missing, and the rooms are dust-filled and foul smelling.
When we reach the large one on the left—where only two heavy machines are rusting on one side—I start hearing voices.
“Why do I feel a ‘but’ coming?” Yuna is saying.
“No buts,” Karin states. “However, I think he needs to be taken to the hospital. He must have gotten a concussion.”
Who needs to go to the hospital?
“Stop with the nonsense.” Masa sniffs with annoyance. “I’m perfectly healthy, and I’m right about Mr. Boss and Boss.”
“Nothing new. They’ve always had a close relationship,” I hear Soma’s uninterested voice.
“And it’s not weird after sharing as much as they do to…slip and fall,” Yuna utters.
“I guess the cat is out of the bag.” Aki bites his lower lip, eyes gleaming with mischief. Every man who was there saw the way I reacted toward Aki when we almost died.
“Oh, happy days. It would be actually hot to see them together…together.” Karin giggles.
A loud muffled scream stops the conversation, and as we get a good view of them, I see Masa kicking Ishida-san in the guts.
Karin is perched on the back of an old armchair, feet on the dirty, torn upholstery.
Yuna is tossing knives at a broken wood beam on the floor, while Soma is reading a book, sitting on a crate.
His arm is in a blue sling, he got hurt during the shootout, a bullet went through his forearm.
Masa is standing near Ishida-san, who’s tied up and gagged, lying on his side on the filthy floor, wearing a white tank top, a pair of silk boxers, and black socks.
Everybody bows as Aki appears.
“Good to see you, wakagashira.” Karin grins at him, tugging on her flowery scarf. “You too, boss.” She smiles sweetly at me.
“I heard you all fought bravely.” Aki sounds proud.
“We struck viciously like the snakes we are,” Masa teases. He has a bruise on his jaw, and the skin over his knuckles looks cracked.
“The three dudes who vandalized the warehouse were among the shitdicks who attacked the restaurant,” Yuna deadpans. “We found the ski masks inside the trunk of one of their cars. Fucking morons.”
“You’ll all get a fat bonus this month.” Aki’s words are followed by cheers that get lost in the large room, but his eyes have moved to Ishida-san growling on the floor.
“Getting money for killing a bunch of people. I fucking love my job!” Masa exclaims, bumping Soma’s shoulder, earning a hiss and a glare.
Aki grabs Ishida-san’s cane from near a crate and starts twirling it with his fingers.
“And look what the cat dragged in…or should I say the snake?” He smirks at Masa, since he was the one doing the dragging. Sounds like Masa officially made the cut into the crew.
Aki tosses the cane my way and starts unwrapping a piece of cinnamon chewing gum as he goes back to addressing the man bound like a pig.
“When I heard you were caught trying to flee to Mexico, my first thought was that as soon as I had you in front of me I would split you open right in the center.” He pushes the stick of gum into his mouth before gesturing a line from his chin all the way down to his dick.
“I really wanted to find out what your toxic insides look like.”
I see sweat rolling down the traitor’s face. He’s trying to hold the fear in, but it’s a losing battle. He knows Aki likes to be creative before killing. That’s why people are scared of him; they know he enjoys this part of the job a little too much, perhaps.
“But since then, half a day has passed, and I got bored with recurrent mental images of you gurgling, bubbling, and choking on your blood while I force you to watch your intestines being yanked out of your body.”
“Aki-san, you did that already, a year ago,” Yuna interjects.
“Pulled out the guy’s appendix that time,” Karin clarifies.
“The boss wanted to see what that looked like,” Soma reminds us.
A whimper leaves Ishida-san as I hear Masa mutter, “Fucking shit. You’re dead as fuck.”