Page 7 of Spider Demon's Kiss

“You’re such a prude,” I said to the women who had never seen a dick in her life.

“You can’t keep dishonoring father like this,” she said as if sharing a fact.

“Why not? Father has no problem dishonoring me.”

“You deserve better, Kuroi.”

“We get what we deserve.”

“You didn’t deserve any of this.”

“Yuki, didn’t you know? This is what happens when your mother is a whore.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Well, she was, wasn’t she? Our father’s whore. And this is what little bastards like me get.”

Silence drew out between us as I got dressed.

Fine, I’ll admit it. I’m not in the best mood. There was a reason father’s men found me where I was. I can’t always be the ball of sunshine I am without a little release. Father had interrupted my release. Now I was tense.

Sliding into the silk suit Yuki had handed me, I patted at my unruly hair and exited father’s museum-sized office. Crossing the hallway with my obedient sister in tow, we approached my room and I head to the mirror.

My reflection made me sick to look at. All of my siblings were fine porcelain dolls. Even my brothers. I was burnt ceramic. Instead of lying submissive and perfect, like a proper Japanese, my hair was a wired scrub brush sitting on my head.

Barely hiding my disgust, my focus shifted catching Yuki staring back at me in the mirror.

“Well, don’t you look creepy,” I said not getting Yuki to look away.

“I have something to tell you.”

Turning back to the mirror, I pushed my fingers into my curls picking them out.

“And what’s that?”

“Father plans on marrying you off.”

As if she had choked the life out of me, the blood drained from my face.

“I begged him not to.”

My mind swirled. What was going on? Married? Me?

“If he expects me to give him an heir…” I began struggling to remain on my feet.

“It’s not that type of marriage,” Yuki said lowering her head.

“I see. And what type of marriage is it.”

“It’s to the head of the Ricci family.”

Picturing who that was, I almost laughed. It was to one of those crazy wolf shifters my father did business with. He didn’t have his father’s brutal reputation but he wasn’t much better.

“So, I am again to be our father’s whore. Like mother, like son.”

“It won’t be so bad. And I’m sure it won’t last long.”

“You mean because I’ll kill him?” I asked feeling the spider demon rest its legs on my shoulders as I stared at her.

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