Page 9 of Love on the Run

Looking at her now, I smother the nascent fear that she will try to do it again.

“You are mine.” I step toward the bed, mere inches from her. She shrugs one shoulder, her eyes sliding back to me; pools of anger, hurt, and ambivalence.

“But are you mine? You’ve already said that I am no longer a weakness for you.”

To tell her the truth now would be a grave mistake, exposing my neck to an assassin, because right now we are at odds. She’s too clever not to use it to gain what she wants—my face. She got it once. It nearly ruined me. Takeda’s are not weak, but I was made to look weak by moving to the states with her. Living with her in her home. The repercussions of which I am still dealing with.

She waits an interminable number of seconds and I see something dim in her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter.” She gives another quick, little shrug like it doesn’t.

Something erupts in me. I snatch her close. Her breasts smash against my chest. With every exhalation, I feel the hard pebbles of her nipples grazing me.

“What the fuck are you saying, Flower?” My hand circles her neck so she can’t move her head. Still, she won’t meet my eyes.

“Do I need to prove to you that you’re mine? Do I need to brand myself on your body, on your soul again?” I see her nostrils flare. I see the defiance. My dick twitches at the thought of making her yield to me.

She’d hit me if she could. I know she’d try to scratch and fight and fight until I release her. I never will. It’s best, I remind her now.

“I’m never letting you go. I don’t care who I have to kill to make it so.” I promise, my gaze boring in to the head she refuses to life to face me.

“I know,” she says with finality.

“Say you’re mine.” Bending, I nip her lip. My dick’s so hard right now it’s like a blade between us. Her eyes flare in insolence and desire. She can’t hide her want from me. We’ll always have this passion burning bright between us.

Easing her back onto the bed until I cover every inch of her, my dick presses into her hot warmth with only the silk we are both wearing keeping us separated.

“You wore this thinking to do what?” Annoyance licks at me as I untie the belt to the kimono robe she’s wearing. Sitting back on my hunches, I make her sit up so I can tug it down her arms. Then more fucking clothes. She crosses her arms over her breasts.

“You’re hiding from me?” The derision in my voice makes her flinch, which only incites me more. “I was balls deep in you mere hours ago,wife.”

Grabbing the garment in my fist attempting to snatch it off, but it is a high-quality silk and doesn’t give easily, only the straps pop free. Finding the seam on the side, I grip the material in both fists, ripping it from her body.

“Akchiro,” she gasps.

“I bet your pussy is already drenched for me.” Her eyes tell me I’m right. Glancing down, I can see how wet she is. Her pretty, fat pussy lips are practically pushing through the wet fabric.

“Hell, yes.” I groan, looking down. I spread her legs farther part. Backing up, I dive in, inhaling the sweet scent that drivesme insane on nearly a nightly basis. I kiss her there, right where her clit is clearly delineated. I suck — panties and all, drawing her sweet little pussy and all its juices into my mouth. To think she’d deny us over some bullshit with my cousins cannot be borne. She whines when I give her a punishing nip on her plump little mound. I lave away the sting and have her moaning and arching into my mouth seconds later.

“You know you like it when I make it hurt.” Pressing her knees up and out like an amphibian, I watch as her panties press tight, her pussy and ass practically eating them up. She’s glistening and gorgeous. So ready for me.

“I’m going to eat my pussy through these panties, then raw. After that, you’re going to take this dick down your fucking throat. Then if you beg me really prettily like a good girl. I’ll let you come on it.”

“Akchiro, I?—”

The words die on her lips because I don't let her finish. I’m on her pussy. Licking every inch of her, from her mound to her hole. I tongue fuck her with ruthless precision. Spearing into her, flicking on the retreat, then alternating on the return.

“Hold my pussy open for me, baby.” I instruct, pulling her panties to the side.

“Good girl,” I murmur when she does as I ask, holding herself under her knees, keeping it spread wide so I can feast.

Soon she’s begging, after I’ve brought her close only to remove myself to only light kisses and barely there licks everywhere but where she wants me most.

Sucking her lips in tandem, then pressing them together, I lave them, drip saliva, then lick her clean.

“Please.”

Compliance is its own reward. Her clit is begging for attention. I heed her plea and begging, giving her a gentle assault of flicks and licks until she’s bursting all over my face.

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