Chapter 2
Kuroi
‘If I had a dollar for every time balls were stuffed in my mouth in the most inopportune time,’ I considered with a laugh.
Although, the one currently prying my mouth open was my fault
, I had sworn off being hog-tied naked in the trunk of a car a long time ago. It’s the only way to keep birthday memories special.
So, why was I now blindfolded, and ball gagged in what had to be a two-year-old E-class? Who the fuck knows? Thirty minutes ago I was very happily attached to a Saint Andrew’s Cross. I mean, I’m all about pushing limits. But if tonight ends with my dead body being dumped in a ditch, I will be so pissed.
Once the brakes tighten on my chariot and we rolled to a stop, it was only a second before sunlight touched my naked flesh. I could feel two people looking down at me. They were wondering what to do.
Because they were quiet, I had to assume they were using gestures. Interesting! That meant that they weren’t planning on killing me and they hoped to survive our little encounter. How cute!
When one of them grabbed me by the legs and threw me over his shoulder, I knew exactly where I was going. The switch from sunlight to cool air confirmed it. If I hadn’t been blinded with hope that my lover had finally gotten creative, I would have noticed it before.
There was only one person whosetasteless colognestuck to anyone who was in the same room as them. And the wave of scent that tickled my nose as I was lowered onto a chair confirmed it.With my ball gag removed, I swallowed and wet my lips.
“Hello, father,” I said not needing to smell or hear him to know he was there.
“Why is he naked?” Father asked addressing his men.
“The question is, why aren’t you? This is a party, isn’t it? At least, that was where I was before your men decided it was a good day to die.”
“We found him that way, Boss,” one of them said with the appropriate amount of fear in his voice.
“I was in the middle of something,” I informed dear old dad.
“And why isn’t he dressed?”
“We thought it was better to keep him restrained to keep him from, you know…”
“Killing you? Oh, it’s too late for that,” I said with a smile.
“Untie him. Get him dressed,” Father said headed for the door foolishly leaving the three of us alone.
“You heard my father.” I imitated my father’s ascent and righteous tone. “Untie me! Get me dressed!”
Neither of them moved. Still blindfolded, I assumed they were gesturing again.
“I know. Tough choice. Do you untie my hands first? No, I could do too much with my hands. Then, what about my feet? But, I could run. The boss wouldn’t like that. What to do? What to do?” I taunted.
After what felt like way too much staring, my scared friend opted to start with my feet. Tugging and pulling on the well secured knot, it must have been as much of a surprise to him as it was to me that the ropes fell to the ground and my lean legs rose and clamped around his neck.
Did I say surprise? I meant inevitable. How else was I going to kill him? My hands were still tied. My legs were all I had.
Feeling the slight shift of his body weight, I twisted catching him off guard and spinning him onto his back. I did another obvious thing after that, I let him go, slipped my tied hands under my ass and used the rope binding them to choke him lifeless.
I didn’t quite get to lifeless because I wasn’t a miracle worker. I still had a second man to deal with. Not knowing where he was, I could have removed the blindfold. But where was the fun in that? Didn’t they call me the spider demon behind my back? How could they continue to if Mama didn’t feed?
Hearing a quick inhale, I sprung across the room and went to work. First, I took out his legs hearing a bone snap. Grunting and moans followed. It served him right for being so fragile. That’s the problem with toys. They break so easily.
‘I know, father, this is why we can’t have nice things.’
My father never actually told me that. I like to pretend. In another life, I had a father who changed into his smoking jacket when he got home and lit his pipe. The economy blah, blah, blah. Pork bellies.
‘I hit a homerun in the game today, Father.’
‘You did? Well, let me give you a firm handshake. The boys at school must be so envious of you.’
‘Oh, they are father. Proper jealous,’ I imagined as I hear another bone snap.
“Kuroi!” another familiar voice said ripping me from my flow. “Kuroi!”
Removing my thumb from the man’s eye socket, I turned toward the voice and stood up.
“Why must you do this?”
“Why must I have a little fun?” I asked lifting my blindfold to see Yuki standing in front of me. “Man can’t live on bread alone, sister.”
Getting an eye-full of her naked little brother, Yuki averted her eyes.
“Something here you haven’t seen before?” I said with a chuckle.
“Please, Kuroi, get dressed,” she said holding a change of clothes in front of her.
“You’re such a prude,” I said to the women who had never seen a dick in her life.
“You can’t keep dishonoring father like this,” she said as if sharing a fact.
“Why not? Father has no problem dishonoring me.”
“You deserve better, Kuroi.”
“We get what we deserve.”
“You didn’t deserve any of this.”
“Yuki, didn’t you know? This is what happens when your mother is a whore.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Well, she was, wasn’t she? Our father’s whore. And this is what little bastards like me get.”
Silence drew out between us as I got dressed.
Fine, I’ll admit it. I’m not in the best mood. There was a reason father’s men found me where I was. I can’t always be the ball of sunshine I am without a little release. Father had interrupted my release. Now I was tense.
Sliding into the silk suit Yuki had handed me, I patted at my unruly hair and exited father’s museum-sized office. Crossing the hallway with my obedient sister in tow, we approached my room and I head to the mirror.
My reflection made me sick to look at. All of my siblings were fine porcelain dolls. Even my brothers. I was burnt ceramic. Instead of lying submissive and perfect, like a proper Japanese, my hair was a wired scrub brush sitting on my head.
Barely hiding my disgust, my focus shifted catching Yuki staring back at me in the mirror.
“Well, don’t you look creepy,” I said not getting Yuki to look away.
“I have something to tell you.”
Turning back to the mirror, I pushed my fingers into my curls picking them out.
“And what’s that?”
“Father plans on marrying you off.”
As if she had choked the life out of me, the blood drained from my face.
“I begged him not to.”
My mind swirled. What was going on? Married? Me?
“If he expects me to give him an heir…” I began struggling to remain on my feet.
“It’s not that type of marriage,” Yuki said lowering her head.
“I see. And what type of marriage is it.”
“It’s to the head of the Ricci family.”
Picturing who that was, I almost laughed. It was to one of those crazy wolf shifters my father did business with. He didn’t have his father’s brutal reputation but he wasn’t much better.
“So, I am again to be our father’s whore. Like mother, like son.”
“It won’t be so bad. And I’m sure it won’t last long.”
“You mean because I’ll kill him?” I asked feeling the spider demon rest its legs on my shoulders as I stared at her.
Yuki didn’t respond. What could she say? Instead, I spoke.
“And when is this meant to happen?”
“Tonight.”
“Tonight?” I coughed in shock. “He really wants this man dead, doesn’t he?”
Yuki’s eyes met the ground. I laughed. My father was marrying me off to a straight wolf shifter. Why would my husband-to-be agree to this? Does he even know I’m a man?
What happens when he finds out? And am I supposed to go without sex until one of us dies? If I get my needs met elsewhere, will he eat me?
His name was Dante, wasn’t it? He was certainly the hot one in that family. Chiseled body, icy eyes, and ink from neck to wrist. I wouldn’t mind him treating me like his bitch in one way. I wonder how long it would take him to remember I have a dick.
Pulling off my jacket, I headed to the closet.
“What are you doing?”
Turning around recapturing my humor, I replied, “It’s my wedding day, Sister. I’m getting dressed.”
I was going to make this a day to remember.