Page 106 of Emperor of Lust

His expression changes, a soft and almost vulnerable mix of surprise and warmth flickering in his eyes that I rarely see. He pulls me closer, his arm wrapping around me as he presses a kiss to my forehead.

“You’re sure?” he murmurs quietly.

I nod, my hand finding his under the covers, our fingers intertwining. “I’m sure.”

It feels like the final piece falling into place, the last barrier between us crumbling away.

32

HANA

It’s beenthree weeks since my brother pulled Damian out of Kolya’s torture room and since the Ishida-kai’s bold attackwildlyaccelerated Kenzo’s timeline for moving into Tokyo.

Since then, Mori-kai forces have flooded the city. Some of the smaller families have already picked sides, with a few of them outright joining under the Mori-kai banner. Others have faded to the sidelines to watch when the war starts.

It hasn’t yet, but it’s matter of when—not if.

Battle lines have been drawn, dividing up the city as the criminal enterprises in Tokyo wait to see what happens when the Mori-kai and the Ishida-kai finally clash.

Because of this, we’ve all essentially been on lockdown for three weeks. Under some circumstances, that might really suck.

But for me, it doesn’t.

Not. At. All.

Damian and I have left the Conrad Hotel and spent the last few weeks in the new penthouse apartment Damian ended up buying in the trendy Kabutocho neighborhood.

It’s been three weeks ofheaven, the two of us locked in together, forgetting that the rest of the world exists.

Mornings melt into late afternoons. We sleep in. We wake each other up with our mouths, or with me sliding down onto his morning erection. We make breakfast together. Damian fucks me on the counter or against the fridge.

I help him with his physical therapy and exercises.

…Then I usually make him come in my mouth or ride him on the weight bench until we both do.

Some days we scarcely get out of bed, completely wrapped up in each other as though the rest of the world doesn’t need us. It’s a fragile, beautiful illusion, this strange little world we’ve made.

But it’s bliss.

I suck in a ragged breath of air, my body still trembling as I feel his hands slide up my arms. Damian’s cock is still buried deep inside me as his fingers twine with mine against the headboard.

“Fuck, Kitsune…” he murmurs against my shoulder as we both try and catch our breath.

…I’ve mentioned that Ilovewhen he calls me that, right?

Slowly, still inside me, Damian unties the ropes binding my wrists to the headboard. When I’m free, I push back against him, not to push him away, but to enjoy the sensation of his cock filling me a bit longer.

I yelp, giggling when he bites my ear hard.

“Greedy thing,” he growls quietly.

I bite my lip. “And?”

“And, keep it up and we won’t be leaving this bed…”

I can feel him swell rock-hard again inside me, my pulse spiking.

…Which of course, is exactly when my phone rings. Worse, it’s Kenzo.

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