Page 136 of Emperor of Wrath

Sota’s business manager gasps deeply, choking for air as he drops to the ground. Then he’s instantly lurching to his feet again and snarling at Kenzo.

“The fucking gaijin prince, choosing a whore over an empire?—”

He goes still as the edge of a sword swishes to a frozen stop a fraction of an inch from his jugular.

…Sota’s sword.

The older man levels a cold, withering look at Tengan .

“It is only at my daughter-in-law’s request that I’m staying my hand. But you will find that that is the extent of my generosity this evening.” He pulls the sword away. “Your services to me and the Yakuza are no longer required. You have one minute to leave this property, and twelve hours to leave this city. If I ever see you in Kyoto again, I will let Kenzo do whatever he wishes to you. Is that understood?”

Tengan balks, his face falling. “Sota-san!”

“Your one minute has already begun.”

Tengan shoots a helpless, glaring look at Kenzo. Then another at me. Finally, he turns tail and runs into the dark gardens in the direction of the front gates.

“Well, that’s that,” Sota clears his throat, smiling as he puts his sword away. “I think we need more music, and more sake.”

Everyone cheers as the music comes back on. Kenzo turns to peer down into my face.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. It’s nothing,” I exhale, waving a hand.

“Annika…”

“I’m serious, Kenzo,” I say quietly. “I really am fine.”

His hands slide possessively over my hips and draw me close to him.

The heat of his body throbs against me. The scent of his skin which I now know so well wraps around me like an embrace. His dark eyes pierce into mine, and suddenly, I flush as something pulses in my core.

Jesus, he’s hard.

“What you are, princess,” he murmurs thickly, “is mine.”

He grabs my hand.

“And I’m going to show just you how mine you are right now.”

30

ANNIKA

The millisecond the door to the bedroom shuts behind us, we explode.

I moan, shuddering and gasping as Kenzo drags me against his body. His hands are all over me, gripping and squeezing, ripping away clothes. I tremble as I do the same, feverishly tugging at his shirt and yanking on his belt.

His mouth falls to my neck, biting sharply and making me cry out, sending a bolt of adrenaline through my core.

I drop to my knees and pull open his pants. He reaches into his black boxer briefs, his thumb stretching the waistband down as he wraps his hand around himself and pulls his cock out.

Fuck.

I bite my lip, my thighs squeezing together as my gaze drifts over the v-line grooves of his hips. I stare at his heavy, thick cock as he slowly strokes it in front of my face before my own hand comes up to push his away.

I shiver as I stroke him, feeling the weight of the shaft and the pulsing of the thick veins under the silky skin. My eyes lift to his, our gazes locking as I lean forward and wet my lips with my tongue. When I kiss his swollen head, Kenzo sucks in his breath, his abs clenching as his jaw grinds.

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