Page 27 of Love on the Run

“Joggers and hoodie.” She’s glances past my shoulder not meeting my gaze.

I can’t quite put my finger on what she’s lying about but the fact she is makes rage snake through me. I know her too well. She never used to lie to me.

“I can see that. Why the sudden change?” Biting each word out, I allow my gaze to rake her from head to toe. The messy bun, the oversized hoodie and sweatpants are so huge they are sagging despite being double knotted.

I’ve been married her for almost three years and never during her pregnancy nor after has she ever allowed herself to beseen by me in anything less than the poshest clothes. Even her pj’s are top of the line silk.

Finally, her gaze meets mine. There is defiance there, hurt and lies. She visibly swallows. “I didn’t want anything brushing against the bruises.”

“May I go, Takeda-sama?” She asks demurely but I’m not fooled by her act. She’s lying — hiding something from me. I know her too well to believe anything different.

“You may—” she hops up so quick, bowing starting to head back to her room. “—take those items off, please.”

“I-I’m sorry?” She freezes, turning toward me like she’s been caught, her eyes almost wild.

“You will show me these bruises causing you so much discomfort.” Nodding, I indicate she should start disrobing, knowing I carefully cataloged each mark I left on her this morning.

“Here? The staff?—”

“Wouldn’t dare interrupt us unless the yacht was on fire and sinking like the Titanic.” Another obvious thing. She knows the rules of our staff. They are never to be seen, heard or interfere in any way with the family.

“Come.”

She moves stiltedly until she’s before me; our knees nearly touching.

She huffs, unknotting the drawstring letting the pants drop to the ground. Stepping out of the puddle of cloth she looks at me with an amalgamation of pleading recalcitrance. Then she pulls the hoodie over her head, further mussing her hair. The long ponytail is loose, nearly pulled free hanging limply off the side of her head.

She stands before me in beautiful rebelliousness. Her eyes filled with pent up anger and resolve. She’s so angry she’s shaking with it, but my beautiful, treacherous wife knows whoholds the power here, so she doesn’t act on the emotions spiraling through her petite frame.

I feel my body responding, though I know she can’t be allowed to win, not in this or anything else.

“Turn.” I don’t miss the bruises. Most are purpling save the ones from this morning which is still edged with a pink hue.

“You look beautiful wearing my markings,” I growl, pulling her closer.

I see the way her pulse jumps. I reach out, covering a handprint with my hand. She gasps when I squeeze there gently. I turn her back to me.

Seeing that she is already slick with need, I spear two fingers between her pussy lips lightly grazing her clit before bringing her sweet juice to my mouth, sucking my fingers clean.

“I’ll have some pain relief sent to you. Take a long bath and make yourself ready for me tonight.”

FOURTEEN

Akchiro~ICU

I wakeup beside mywifefor the first time in nearly two months hating to admit I loathe to leave her side. It’s barely dawn, and I would normally be at my desk well into my workday. Yet, here I am with this little treacherous minx tucked under me, my dick hard and ready to pierce her sheath like I do every morning making love to her before I start my day. She’s so fucking soft and though I had her favorite vanilla rose scent removed, her natural fragrance slays me. I bite back a groan.

Even with all the sex from the previous night still clinging to us, my dick is hard as fuck. In fact, like so many mornings it’s nestled between her thighs, I can feel her wet pussy, hot and welcoming. Her body, like mine is trained to respond in the morning. She arches pressing down on the head of my dick taking me inside of her. My dick kicks of its own volition. She takes me deeper. “Akchiro,” whimpering prettily, moving against me sleepily.

“Are you awake?” I grit out, not allowing myself to shift an inch until I know she’s fully conscious.

She stills. Goes so still as she remembers. I wait. From this angle and our height difference I can see her squeeze her eyes tight then cover her mouth. She trembles. With fear or want I can’t tell.

“Flower.” Her name like a curse on my lips, harsh, cruel unforgiving. My dick is throbbing.

She clenches, her body responding despite her feelings. Still the choice is hers. She melts around me.

“Hai.” Her voice sounds small. She pushes farther back taking me.

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