by Azure Boone
His gaze traveled slowly back down my body. “I want you like this.” My heart skipped a beat at the threat of pleasure in his tone.
I wasn’t sure how this would work. But he seemed to have an idea, and his shaft twitched deep inside me with that knowing.
Holding tight to my hands, he pulled his hips back. His cock glided out, and my body slid down the shower wall a little. He flicked his hips up, ramming his cock deep. I choked back a scream as his shaft impaled me hard against the glass wall.
A few more trial thrusts, and Akira’s growls and groans came with his labored breaths.
“Do it,” I gasped, wanting him to pound into me. “Don’t stop,” I begged.
His fingers tightened more, and he began to buck his hips.
“Oh God. Oh God” was all I could say, as he made me bounce on his cock.
“Fuck!” he half rasped and half growled, watching my tits dance as he used his hips to flick me up and down on his cock. So good. So good. So good.
He began to pump faster as his orgasm raged forward, shoving him over the edge. He released one of my hands and yanked my leg up high as he drove into me at a frenzied pace, his climax filling his voice with, “Oh yes, oh God, fuck, fuck, yes.” His head went back, and I got to see him in that exotic state of abandon as his orgasm pumped in hot, spurting waves into me. I reached out and touched the beauty of his neck with my free hand, feeling the power of his climax under my fingertips.
“Look at me, Aki.” I wanted to see it in his face.
His head came forward, and I stroked his parted lips, adoring the way they tightened at first, then opened wide when the rapture washed through him. So beautiful.
“I love you,” I whispered, squeezing the fingers still wrapped in mine, while stroking over his heaving chest and abs with my other hand. “God, you are so fine. So damn sexy. I can’t stop wanting you.” He dived on my mouth, making me gasp in surprise. It was his way of telling me he felt the exact same. Showing me.
His face was suddenly between my legs, no sweet and slow descent, his hand holding up one leg, his lips and tongue feasting furiously on me. I held on again, shuddering under his hunger, pumping my hips against his mouth with a cry.
He slid his finger inside me and vigorously worked my core with the same rhythm and intensity his tongue worked my clit. “Oh. Oh. Shit, yes.” I looked down in astonished pleasure right when his finger tickled my ass. “Oh God, yes. Yes, that.”
He let out a pained groan, pressing his lips tightly to my pussy and sucking my clit into his mouth, flicking rapidly with his tongue. My limbs trembled uncontrollably. The heat in my clit became intense.
“Ohhh, ohhh.”
He rammed his finger in and out of me noisily, fucking my ass with shallow little jabs. It was perfect.
The perfect combination for the perfect orgasmic storm.
“Yes, yes!” My final moan rode the burst of pleasure that racked every nerve in my body for endless seconds. In that time, in all the universe, there was only the fire in my clit, shooting through my mind and body, and the awareness of Akira’s mouth moving inside my pussy lips as he forced me to take every bit, his groans of satisfaction strumming through me.
He stood and lifted me in his arms, no doubt aware I was truly having a hard time standing. I clutched his neck, still breathing through the remnants of pleasure. “My God,” I whispered.
He chuckled and kissed me, moaning into my mouth. He walked me to his bed, never letting his lips stray entirely off mine. Not even when he laid me down. He crawled in next to me and covered us, wrapping me in his arms and legs.
I wanted to fall asleep that way forever, but I knew we’d have to discuss the elephant in the room soon. And how did we shoot said elephant between the eyes and bury him for good?
Not to mention I needed to sneak back to my room before I got found out.
* * * *
“Sarah.”
I jolted awake and found Akira with his finger on his lips. “Shhhh.” He pointed to the door, pulled me out of the bed, and tiptoed with me to the closet right as a knock sounded.
He spoke in harsh Japanese, and a female voice answered back, equally harsh.
I tried to determine who the voice belonged to. I’d never really heard Kat speak in Japanese much, so it was hard to tell.
“I haven’t seen him. I’ve been sleeping.” He added some more Japanese.
I fumbled with my clothes that I’d removed, found all the pins on the floor, and began putting my hair back up. I was about to put on the stupid wig when the closet doors opened and Akira came in. “You’re missing,” he informed me.
“Oh crap. What time is it?”
“Nine thirty in the morning.” His face became pained when he saw me in those clothes. “You look amazing with your hair up, but I loathe you dressed that way again.” He hurried to me. “I take it that is your twin sister with you?”
I nodded, needing to talk about that elephant thingy, but Akira crushed me in his embrace, tongue in my mouth. He paused, gasping. “I thought she was you at first. When I realized she wasn’t, I thought I’d die.” He kissed me again, his hands desperate as they roamed all over me.
Did that mean he was keeping me?
I broke the kiss. “Why did you leave me?”
He held my face. “Damn it, it’s not safe. You’re not safe. You should have never come here.” He drove his tongue into my mouth, moaning. He sounded hungry. Too hungry. The kind of hungry that said he’d never taste me again.
I panicked and broke the kiss. “I’m not leaving you. I’m not.”
“Stop. I won’t risk your life. I love you too much.”
“Well, maybe there’s another way,” I hissed, ready to shake him.
“You don’t understand who we’re dealing with. They don’t compromise. You do what they want, or you die. It’s that simple.”
“What do they want from you?”
Another knock sounded on the door.
“Damn it, finish getting dressed. I want you on a plane today.”
“What? No! No way!”
Akira crushed me in his embrace again, and I fought him.
“I’m not leaving,” I ground out.
“If I have to put you to sleep and put you on a plane, I will. Please don’t make me.” I gasped, pushed away, and stared at him, wide-mouthed and wide-eyed. He was so serious. I couldn’t stop the tears, the stupid tears.
“Please, you’re killing me.”
I choked on a sob. “I’m killing you!” I swiped angrily at the tears and shook my head, suffocating on the boulder of pain in my chest. “You’re killing me!” My words impaled him. I could see it as plain is if I’d stabbed him right in the chest. But it was true.
And I wouldn’t take it back.
Whoever it was knocked harder, longer.
I slapped on my wig. “We are here for the duration of this holiday, Mr. Tong,” I muttered, mashing my brows in place. “And you, kind sir, have invited us to be guests in your lovely home, and I plan on at least being here until that time is up.” I fixed my beard. I’d taken the contacts out, and there was no getting them back in. Oh well, I’d just let everyone know I wore contacts and they were irritating me, if they even cared to ask.
Japanese sounded from outside the door.
“God, that bitch,” Akira muttered, turning to me. “You can leave out this door.” He dragged me to it.
“It goes into the garden. Please watch your step!” He leaned to kiss me and ended up kissing my forehead.
“Breakfast will likely be served. Make your way to the kitchen. I want you in my sights at all times while you’re here. We’re throwing a party tonight. I’ll figure out how to get out of it. You hide in my closet, and I’ll meet you here at nine o’clock tonight.”
I nodded, flooded with relief at hearing he was cooperating with my stubborn demand. I’d figure out what to do before the clock struck midnight on New Year’s Eve. I’d figure out how to get Akira out of this mess. Just needed to fin
d out exactly what that mess was.
Chapter Seventeen
That night, I got tired of waiting for Akira and went to Anna’s room, miserable.
“Why are you in here?” Anna asked, stumbling into her guest bedroom. I glanced at her from where I sat perched on the bed. Must be nice to be having such a grand ole time.
“Because that Kat bitch out there no doubt refused to take her sights off Akira. I got tired of waiting in his closet and came here.”
“Awwww, honey,” she slurred, kicking off her heels. “Well, guess what I found out?” she sang, then giggled.
I regarded her with a glare, hating that I was dressed like an ugly man while she was all gorgeous.
“Hopefully more than I have. All I’ve been doing is getting followed around this house by ten maids with dusters. I swear, it’s like they’re trying to clean me right out of the damn place. Am I some kind of bad omen or what? Do I stink?”
She giggled. “I asked Nobu. He said it’s part of the tradition. They do like a spring cleaning before the New Year. Clean away all the bad from the homes to start the New Year all sparkly.” She sat and leaned into me. “Aww, don’t look like that. They don’t think you’re all baaaad.” I shoved her off. “What did you find out?” I demanded, in no mood to put up with her silly drunk ass.
She flopped back on the bed with a sultry moan. “The things I didn’t find out, honey. Sissy’s not just havin’ fun, you know? I have been right on target.”
“Oh, I can see that. Bull’s-eye.”
She sucked in her breath. “Did you know that Nobu isn’t really Akira’s brother?” I jerked around at the news. “What do you mean?”
She struggled to sit up. “I mean, he’s not le-gi-ti-mate,” she articulated with a whisper, then snickered. “Oh, but spangled heavens above us, is he ever amazing in bed!” She sucked in a deep breath, then groaned like a cow before flopping back down. “The things he can do with his tongue. My God, what a dream come true. I wanna marry him so baaaad.”
“So that would explain why Akira isn’t giving him the empire?” Her head wobbled side to side. “Don’t know that part. Might be.” She got up on her elbows and fixed her face like an ugly gorilla. “Big dishonor on family name for this to come out,” she grumbled in a Japanese accent before collapsing back down with a cackle.
I needed a drink. “I need to find out more. Akira is not talking. If he thinks I’m leaving without knowing what’s going on, he is so, so very wrong.”
She rolled off the bed and began to strip. “Well, tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, baby, and don’t you worry. I’ll get more out of Nobu.” She danced in a circle while twirling her blouse and pumping her hip, even biting her lower lip like some kind of rock star fan, nose all crimped. I couldn’t help being disgusted with her. While she paraded the grounds as a beauty queen, I strutted around the place like a cotton-pickin’ cross-dressed ape.
“I swear if I have to watch Akira be all sweet to Kat one more time, I’m going to vomit on his shoes.”
“It’s a full day ahead tomorrow,” Anna sang. “Ring-a-ling-a-linging of the bell, dancing, eating, fireworks, woo-hoo.”
It was my turn to flop down on the bed. This was ridiculous. Something had better happen tomorrow.
* * * *
“You couldn’t find me better clothes than this?” I hissed at Anna, gawking at my reflection in the mirror. “I look like John-fucking-Wayne, Anna. Now come on!” Anna’s eyes got wide, and then she exploded with laughter.
I growled, straightening the stupid cowboy-buckle-sized pendent, of all things, at my neck. “I’m beginning to think you’re just having a blast making me look as stupid as you can.” She blanched like she was so offended. “Sarah Jane!” Then she busted out laughing again.
I glared at her, pulling at the stupid leather vest under the stupid suede blazer. Shit brown, no less.
With hunter-green trim. Like goddamned Mr. Rogers. “I’m not wearing that cowboy hat. You’ve lost your mind. I swear.”
Anna held the counter, breathless with silent cackles.
“Oh, laugh it up, baby. Your day is coming.”
“Come on, I hear the party’s started.” She began to strut toward the door, two steps forward and one step back.
I followed and shoved her.
The party really was started. The houseguests had arrived, all ages, shapes, and sizes. I clamped my jaw nice and tight and scanned the crowd. I spotted Akira and Kat, and my lip crawled up. Look at her.
Sparkling red gown. Miss Universe. I snatched a glass of wine from a passing server, needing to chill the hell out.
I downed it, not feeling much better. My gaze found Anna in her red velvet dress. Ah, she’s found Nobu. How sweet. All happy couples accounted for.
A few kids ran into me, one squealing and using me like a blockade, hiding from the others, yanking me around. I pried their hands off. “Shoo, kids,” I growled.
They ran away, and I glanced around, stroking my stupid beard—then brows—making sure they were still glued tight.
I snatched another glass from one of the servers, sucking the contents through the cute party straw.
Eesh. That wasn’t wine. Nasty stuff. But it sure made the party more bearable. I searched around for Akira and found him staring at me with an odd expression. I raised my glass to him and saluted with a what-the-hell-is-your-problem smile. Was that pity on his face? Just what I needed—to feel as pathetic as I was. I drank the nasty contents till there was a loud slurp. Whooo, shit, that hit the mark.
I spotted a suspicious group entering the room. Older, dressed fancy. Now who could that be? I stared at the shorter man and tensed, recognizing him. Was that the man I’d seen on Google? Kat’s father?
Great.
I glanced at Akira, whose face appeared surprisingly pleasant. Not the brooding storminess I’d expected. And hoped for. In fact, he appeared quite chipper.
Kat leaned and whispered in his ear, and the smile he gave felt like a stab in my gut.
I walked up to one of the many tables and studied the array of food, stealing glances his way every few seconds. I took off the orange from one of the many snowman displays on the table. Nobu called it kagami mocha and one of the women informed her it was to be eaten on New Year’s for luck or something. Glaring at Akira, I began peeling the orange, needing all the luck I could get. He sure seemed to be having a blast. I split the peeled orange in half and bit into a slice. My face twisted, and I spit it out.
God. Couldn’t they at least pick ripe oranges?
I spotted Anna dragging Nobu onto the dance floor. Ugh, look at her, dancing like a tramp.
I glanced at Akira and noticed Kat giving Anna the evil eye. Somebody didn’t like not having all the attention. Finally something to smile about.
That was till she pulled Akira to the dance floor. She signaled to somebody, and the music changed.
To the tango?
Wow. I grabbed another drink from the server and watched Akira and Kat dance like a couple of lovers in heat. Jealousy burned through me as I paced on the sidelines of this nightmare. God, that man.
Dressed in black slacks and a black long-sleeved shirt, sleeves rolled up. Son of a bitch. How could he?
I downed two more glasses, knowing it was a bad idea, but hell if I could bring myself to care while watching her rub her pussy all over his thigh. And him… Rage sizzled in my pores at how close he held her to his body. I was going to kill him.
The music changed again, and techno filled the air. I made my way to the dance floor. Two could play that game.
“Would you like to dance?” I asked one of the beautiful women standing on the sidelines.
She waved her hand in front of her face. What the hell did that even mean?
I moved on to the next seemingly available woman. “Would you like to dance?” I hiccuped. “’Scuse me.”
She smiled and bowed, then waved at somebody before leaving.
“Your loss,” I called out, st
umbling into another woman and man. “Sorry ’bout that.” I nodded a howdy to the lovely lady. “Care to dance?”
She did that weird hand-wavy thing.
“Aw, come on, just one dance.” I reached for her arm and accidentally made her spill her drink.
The guy with her spoke harsh Japanese to me.
“Uhhh, what?” I put my hand to my ear. “Me no speak no Japaneso.” I snickered and slapped his arm.
By the smirk on his face, he didn’t get—or maybe like—the joke. I waved him off. Whatever. I searched for Anna. She’d dance with me. Least she’d better.
I tripped into people. “’Scuse me. Coming through.” I finally made it to Anna and grabbed her arm.
“Hey, sis, dance with me.”
She gawked at me. “You’re drunk!”
“Pffft.” I shrugged. “Not drunk, tipsy.” I pulled her a few steps over. “Dance with me.” The music changed as soon as we got on the floor—to a slow song. I looked around in disbelief.
“Well, I’ll be damned to hell.”
Kat danced her and Akira toward us, not content until she parked her ass right next to me and Anna.
What a bitch. I swear if I didn’t know better, she knew who I was. But no. This was all about Anna. My second me. At least now Akira seemed upset. Ho-ho, but not as upset as I was.
“Isn’t this party amazing?” Anna practically yelled at me.
I met her wide you-better-behave eyes.
Behave, huh. Like Akira? I glanced at him. What burned my ass was that I couldn’t even get him back by making him jealous with another guy!
I watched Kat whisper in his ear, then take his lobe between her lips.
Oh no. No, no, no, this was bullshit. “Hello? You might want to take that to the bedroom. This is a dance floor,” I yelled toward them.
Kat glanced at me, all surprised and shy, and Akira turned so that his back faced us!
“Jessie?” Anna called to me. “How about some fresh air?”
I glared at her, then at Akira. My stomach churned when I saw Kat’s fingers sliding up in his hair.
The pain made me sick.
“Come on, Jess, let’s go.” Anna literally dragged me off the dance floor and all the way to her room and pushed me down on the bed. “You’re staying in here till you sober up a bit.”