Chapter 16
Mine 私の
Takashi
“Take care of yourself.” I watch my wife whisper, hugging Evangelina tightly before trudging rather forlornly over to where I’m standing holding the door open to my GT-R like I’m her hired driver instead of the man who fought like hell to get her out of the clutches of the Shipmoore brothers.
They don’t know all the bloodshed or how precarious the negotiations were for their release, even after Bishop and Porter talked to their sister for the first time in over a year.
Shooting a hesitant glance my way, she slips into the car. Snapping her into her seat, I close the door, nodding to Riyu as he mirrors my movements, closing the door behind Ev and then walking around to the driver’s side of his car before getting inside.
The black van that dropped them off peeled off as soon as they emerged. No tags, the drivers masked.
Nothing to speak of, where they came from. The drones we used lost the signal with the blockers they employed, scrambling the satellite. The Shipmoores are nothing if not efficient.
Frustrating to deal with, but the grudging respect I have for them has only grown.
There has not been another syndicate equaling ours, and the Bastard brother for some time.
The Carrington’s are family, so we claim them as our own despite their having some distant ties to the bastards.
Flower, being our sister, supersedes Ozymandias’s claim as a mere cousin.
Still, they are our allies. We and the Shipmoores are at détente.
If they move against Tatsutmoto the bloodbath with will ensue will make the wars of the Samurai seem like child’s play.
Once I take my seat, I look at Bridget. She’s looking straight ahead. She’s hiding. Ducking from the guilt she must have from enjoying herself as a guest of the Shipmoores. They had no qualms about sharing daily updates with them entertaining our wives.
Bishop even deigned to play Go with Bridget. I’m not sure if she mentioned to them in passing. Yet they were immersed in intense play with Porter and Ev watching in the distance. They seemed to be far at ease than anyone who was the brother’s guests under duress.
More videos of them having dinner with the brothers were fed into our screens under health and wellbeing.
Rage ticks up my spine. Watching our wives sharing time with them and them enjoying their hospitality. Innocuous as it seems, it did nothing if not spur us into action of getting them far away from Bishop and Porter Shipmoore as soon as possible.
Huffing out a laugh, shifting the car into gear. Zero to sixty in one second snaps her pretty ass curls back against the leather. Nails curling into the leather is the only indication of her apprehension.
We are on the road for nearly an hour when I pass the exit that would take us back to Torannomon Hills, our penthouse suite in Tokyo.
Up until this moment, she’d looked out the window with the intensity of one who wanted to avoid any conversation at all.
I don’t for a minute think she’s miffed at being taken.
Hell, she may be mad that she had to come back home.
Taking a particularly deep curve, I watch in my periphery as she clutches the door this time.
“We aren’t going back to Tokyo?”
“No. It was a mistake to take you there. You weren’t ready for that step yet.” Making no attempt to keep the snarl from my tone, I take the ascent toward the mountain to that will take us to the forest hideaway.
“Me?” Snapping her attention to me, she stares until I cast a glance her way. It takes everything in me not to laugh at the way her expression’s morphed into one of utter distaste.
“What the hell do you mean I’m not ready? You ain’t ready for me.” Scoffing, she turns away from me in disgust.
“We’ll see about that, vicious one.” My tone drops low with promise.
“You started it,” she mutters, nervously plucking at the linen pants she has on. Clothes chosen and given to her by another.
“When we get home, remove those clothes.” I command turning my focus back to the road.
The instruction makes her fingers pause.
“Why?” she huffs dismissively. “So you can burn them?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” I hate the fact that some other man dressed my wife.
“I like this outfit, Ti. It’s super comfy.” Pretending she doesn’t get the point is going to have me pulling over her claiming her before we make it to the house.
“Too bad.” I snap.
“Oh, come off it, Takashi. This is just you trying to establish your dominance over me. What do you think you need to prove?” She looks at me, then away, before our eyes have a chance to meet.
Her lips tremble prompting her to bite them to stop the reaction.
I miss none of her anger or how it’s even now tinged with resentment.
“Why the fuck would I need to establish dominance over what’s already mine? There is no part of your body or mind that I don’t command.” The surety of my words is met with a ‘humph’ by her, then silence.
I let the silence stand, focusing on the road. I turn on an audiobook I know she’ll enjoy it . We both enjoy fantasy, but recently she introduced me to SA Cosby, and I have been thoroughly entertained by his writing.
It’s nearing dusk when we arrive at my fortress by the forest. The subterranean garage illuminates the moment we enter. Pulling into the space, I cut the ignition, getting out the car, not breaking my stride going around to her side and opening the door.
“Welcome home,” I murmur sincerely, helping her out of the car.
Her gaze meets mine in a brief, fraught moment before skating away to take in my other cars. Closing the door, I circle her waist, leading her over the elevator leading to the main ground level of the house.
“I’m okay.” Pulling away, she proves me right by the way she wobbles.
“Sure.” Sweeping her into my arms, I stride over to the lift, depressing the button.
Not bothering to put her down, I step in, holding her until we reach the main level of the house.
“Good?” Looking down at the crown of her head, I wait for her look up at me. The nods a little not looking up.
Oh, she wants to play, I smirk, thinking to myself.
The doors open with a silent swoosh.
“Take that shit off, so I can burn it.” Stepping back, I give her room to do as I command.
“Boy, if you don’t get out of my face with that bullshit—” shoving past me, she heads farther into the house.
Reaching out blindly, I grip the material. Bridget twists hard, making the top rend.
“Oh well,” I quip, ripping the rest of the material away. Taking the other side, I also tear that from her body.
I don’t allow her the chance to react before I shear her pants off with my bare hands.
“Asshole.” She swears at me. Venom etching her gaze as she looks down at the tatters of the clothes some other man dared dress her in.
“You act as if you weren’t warned. Did you really think I’d let you wear something another man gave you in our fucking home?”
“You’re fucking insane.” Shaking her head, she backs away from me. “Deranged.”
“For you, my vicious little wife? Always.” I sneer, my gaze snagging on luscious curves I’ve missed.
Her nipples are hard, beckoning me, though it’s most likely an involuntary response to the coolness of the house.
“Where are you going, Bridget?” Asking as I notice she continues to back up. There is nothing but forest surrounding us for miles.
“Anywhere that takes me away from your mean ass. That place was a vacation compared with dealing with this mess.” Pivoting, she heads for the terrace doors leading out to the forest beyond.
“You know what happens when I catch you, yeah?” I ask letting her go.
This was not my intention, but either way she was always going to end up beneath me tonight.
“You’ll have to catch me first, husband.” She tosses over her shoulder.
I don’t know what gave her the confidence to think she could ever escape me or best me at my own game.
“See you soon, Bri-chan.” I whisper watching her slip past the doors leading to the forest beyond.
Walking over to the bar, I pour a large draft of whiskey, taking my time to let the burn and mix of oak and cherry blossom wash over my tongue.
Swirling the liquid, I watch it catch the light. Anticipation starts to burn hotter than the Santori prompting them to toss back the rest.
“Ah,” I grunt, feeling the heat settle in my chest and then travel lower.
My dick is already primed. The liquor only heightens the feeling.
I’m better with my feet bare. Slipping off my loafers, I didn’t have time to remove since all the previous action took place in our gaiken. I stand in my bare feet, shedding the tails dress shirt and pants I wore earlier.
Stretching, I warm up like priming my body for the chase.
Dick swinging, I approach the doors. Scenting the air, I close my eyes, allowing all my senses to attune to the forest. Listening, I can make out the sounds of the small land animals that make their home here.
The soft cooing of nesting birds and even the higher predators of this forest. It’s like home to me.
The place I’ve found most comfortable aside from my rooms in Takeda Manse on our family’s vast estate.
This is my place, a reserve Takeda founded in the 11th century and held secret for generations. Not even war could penetrate these sacred grounds.
Now I get the pleasure of taking my wife in the most primal way on the land my ancestors honed their skills as samurai and birthed generations of warriors. Maybe tonight we will create another legacy.
Taking my time, I follow her tracks, proud of how well she tried to cover them. She’s kept the feet light, backtracked and gone over a few times to distract. I find myself retracing my steps more than once.
“Clever girl,” I murmur.
No wonder she’s so good at GO, her strategy rivals my own.
Moving into a copse of trees set by a waterfall strictly on instinct, I smile when I scent her again.
The darkest settles around the scene, making the water sparkle like the stars are dancing on the surface like mythical fairies.
A heady weight hits my back pivoting I turn, catching the pliant yet sturdy form of my errant wife.
Her nails dig into my neck as she tries to find purchase and dominance I refuse to allow.
She bites my shoulder just short of breaking the skin. “Behave,” I growl, slapping her bottom hard in quick succession.
“Argh,” she yells squirming.
“Too late. I have you now. Never thought you’d fall into my arms so quickly, Bri-chan. I’m a little disappointed.” I tsk, mocking her in a way I know will get a rise out of her.
“I caught you first.” She insists.
“Indeed.” Meeting her gaze, I acquiesce with a nod. “You’ve caught me. Now what do you intend to do?” Leaning in, I take the soft flesh on the side of her neck before she can jolt or try to bolt away.
“Ti,” she whimpers so sweetly, all but melting into me.
“Bri-chan, did you miss your mean ass husband? You were in such haste to run from me. A lesser man would think you wanted to run back to a lover.”
The lightness of my words don’t fool her. Twisting our bodies, I settle her down on the moss-covered bank.
Leaning up on her elbows, she meets my gaze. “You don’t believe that.”
“It wasn’t from the lack of them trying to make us think so, what with the daily videos being sent of the Shipmoore brand of hospitality. Dinner every night. Being so courteous as to walk you to your room. Even playing, GO.” Slow crawling up her body, I spread her legs apart, settling between them.
“A lesser man would wonder if vicious little wife’s pussy still curved to his dick.” I murmur pressing a light kiss on her lips. As I open her to me.
Shifting, she opens her legs wider to accommodate.
I press in slowly, she so fucking tight. So fucking mine. Always mine.
“B-but you’re not a lesser man.” She gasps out a groan as her body struggles to take me.
“No, I’m not wife—” I find myself struggling for the words. My heart is so full in this moment. The moon has her beautiful brown skin bathed in an almost blue glow.
“I know—” I growl, nearly feral in the feel of her clasped around me so tightly my back threatens to bow.
“You know I’m yours, Ti.” Her words panted so prettily as I take her pussy, makes me feel like I hung the very moon I’m making love to her under.
“Yes, you’re mine.” I surge inside, taking her lips as I bottom out, catching her cries on my tongue, and I reclaim my wife, who I honestly doubt in the moment I could ever live without.