Page 96 of Emperor of Wrath

…And they just started to rumble and move.

Both of them.

I squirm in my seat, clutching the armrest in one hand and twisting my head away to bite the heel of my other hand.

“Jesus, Annika,” Hana blurts. “Are you?—”

“I-I’m fine,” I choke. “I just have to?—”

Just as I’m about to get out of my chair and run to the bathroom to get these fucking things out of me, a firm, powerful hand lands heavily on my shoulder.

“Easy there, wife,” he growls evenly.

I stare at him with a mix of “fuck you” and “are you crazy” as he smirks right in my face, reaches down, and clips my seatbelt in place. He tightens it against my stomach as I squirm and fight back the urge to moan.

“The captain just told me we’re about to experience some turbulence.”

He shoots me a slight grin that only I can see.

Lying sack of?—

I gasp sharply as the plane jolts. Kenzo’s smirk turns downright smug as he sits in the seat facing me.

He buckles up as the plain lurches again. Then he pulls his phone out of his pocket and smiles coolly at me as he holds it up and cocks a brow significantly.

Oh you FUCKER…

He taps the screen, open to the app or whatever that controls the fucking toys inside me. The buzzing, throbbing, and pulsing all ramp up a notch as I cling to the seat, a horrified look on my face even as the pleasure intensifies.

My eyes lock with his as his mouth curls dangerously.

“Strap in, wife,” he grins. “It might be a very bumpy flight…”

18

KENZO

It’s been clear from the get-go that Annika and I are…different. Opposites.

At odds.

She’s chaos, and I’m control. She’s fire, I’m ice. She’s fluidity, I’m order.

But the longer we’re together, concrete examples of us being opposites get thrust in my face more and more.

For instance, I hate long flights. Even on a plane as sumptuous as Sota’s, I feel trapped, like my life is on pause while the rest of the world keeps going. Annika, however, seems to enjoy them, at least this one.

She watched movies, took a tour of the facilities, had sake and sushi with Sota in the dining area, and then conducted a business meeting.

My favorite example of our differences so far might be what we find entertaining. For instance, I was happy to watch Annika squirm, bite her lip, grip her seat, and squeeze her mouth and eyes shut as I forced her to orgasm somewhere in the vicinity of four times via the remote control toys, while trapped in her seat due to the turbulence.

Annika, it would seem, was not as amused by that.

Imagining how much less amused she would be to know that the “turbulence” was actually just the pilots fucking around at my request is even more entertaining to me.

Eventually, once we leveled off, Annika basically levitated to the bathroom. She walked out ten minutes later looking furious, flustered and very worn out before she shoved the toys into my hands, wrapped in a wad of paper towels, and told me to “fucking choke on them.”

Yeah, she hasn’t seen the last of those.

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