“Mei,” Kazuo warns, his hands going to my hip. “Watch it.”
“Or what? You’re in love with me. Your threats mean nothing now.”
“That so?” He releases his hold on my hips but only for a second before he grabs them again and starts to tickle me.
“Kazuo!” I screech, almost falling backwards in my attempt to get away from him. He makes sure I don’t get far as he continues to tickle me. “I’m sorry!”
“Going to need more than that.” He pulls me flush against him. “Give it to me, little rebel.”
“I love you too, Kazuo. So much so that it scared me at first.”
“But not anymore?”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “I’m not scared anymore.”
It’s crazy how three little words can change your whole world. All my fears and doubts are now gone. He’s picking me.
“We’ll need to get married soon.”
“Wait, don’t tell me I have to be a virgin bride.” I gasp. “We’ve been waiting long enough.”
“It’s been a week.” He chuckles.
“Five days actually, but that’s forever.” I groan, letting myself fall backwards again, my body going limp as I pretend to faint. Well, I try to fall back but get nowhere.
“I thought you were my little whore,” Kazuo whispers into my ear before his mouth travels down my neck. His teeth scrape gently and erotically against my skin.
“Yes,” I moan, grinding myself down on his cock. “I am.” I want to be Kazuo’s everything. I can be all the things he needs.
“You’ll wait till we’re alone.” He nips at my neck. “You’re only my whore. For my eyes only.” I let my head fall forward to meet his gaze. I love seeing how hungry he is for me. Now that I know he loves me it means so much more.
“My father.” This is probably the last thing I should be bringing up right now, but I want to know how Kazuo plans on handling this.
“Has nothing to do with you and me.”
“Really?” I’m not totally surprised after what Kazuo admitted to me but still. I know how much respect Kazuo has for my father. Not only that, my father could start a war over this. “Would you start a war over me, Kazuo?” I lick my lips. I don’t want there to be one over me. I want my father to accept this. For him to be happy for us, but damn, is it hot thinking Kazuo would go to war for me.
“I’m offended you even have to ask me that question.” His hands grip my ass. “You’ll be my queen. Anyone who tries to say otherwise will regret those words.”
“Why does this turn me on?” I wiggle, trying to grind down on his hard cock.
“I think my little rebel is bloodthirsty.”
“A week ago, I would have laughed at someone calling me that, but since I met you, I find I am.”
“You found your passion and figured out what was worth fighting for,” he says with pride in his voice.
“I hope it doesn’t come to that, though. Not with my father.”
“It won’t. I think your father knew what he was doing when he sent you to me.”
I ponder his words for a moment. “Oh my God.” It hits me that Kazuo is right.
I have a feeling my father knew how Kazuo was about women. It makes so much freaking sense now. It’s not completely unheard of for some warriors to be celibate. They choose it so as not to let such things distract them. Father knew I was either safe with Kazuo or more likely, that I’d lure him into marriage.
“He knew I’d never be able to say no to you. That I’d want you more than anything else.”
He believed in me. My father has always spoken so highly of Kazuo. Even said it would be hard for Kazuo to find a wife that could be what he needed. All along he thought I was the perfect match.
“No more waiting.” I go for the button of his shirt.
“Mei,” Kazuo growls at me, but I ignore him, wanting us to be skin to skin. “Drive faster,” he orders Toru before he claims my mouth. I get lost in his kisses. I’m barely aware of Kazuo getting us out of the car and carrying me inside.
The rest of the world fades away as I keep on pulling at his clothes. I’m only brought back to reality when he drops me onto the bed and rips my dress from my body. Kazuo strips the rest of his clothes away before he drops to his knees beside the bed.
He yanks me down until my ass is almost falling off the edge and buries his face between my thighs. I’m already so worked up from the drive home that I go off at the first brush of his tongue against my clit.
That doesn’t stop Kazuo. He pumps two fingers in and out of me as he drinks down my pleasure and demands I give him more. His tongue is relentless as he pushes me toward another orgasm, working a third finger inside of me.