Page 130 of Emperor of Lust

“We should leave,” he growls.

“I mean, Iamshot,” Damian grunts.

Kai frowns. “That’s not why.”

“Well, thank you for your concern for my personal safety, dickhead?—”

Kai ignores Damian as he turns to me. “More of Kolya’s men will come. After what just happened with the girl, they might be friendly…or they might consider her having been in that situation at all an act of aggression.”

My brow furrows as I glance to Isaak and then back to Kai. “Who is she?”

Kai’s face hardens, his jaw clenched as he looks in the direction the girl disappeared. “That,” he growls, a dangerous glint in his eyes, “was Katarina Ishida.” His gaze shifts back to me, his expression deadly serious. “Kolya’s daughter.”

My jaw drops. “His…what?”

“Hana,” Damian murmurs, pulling my attention back to him, cocking a brow, his violet eyes glinting as they hold mine. “I don’t really give a shit who she was right now. Or about Kolya.” He winces as he stretches up, pulling my ear down to his lips. “I just need to get you someplace where I can tear your fucking clothes off,now.”

I blush, turning to meet his eyes.

“How about we plug up that hole in you first.”

“Well, fuck, that was going to be my line.”

I laugh as he grabs me, kisses me deeply and holds on tight, like he’ll never let go.

EPILOGUE

HANA

One month later:

"CanI take this blindfold off yet?"

“Nope,” Damian grunts beside me, steering the car.

I can feel the turn in the road as we take a curving path through Kyoto, but my sense of direction obliterated along with my sight. The blindfold is snug, but I still feel his presence beside me, smell his familiar citrusy, clean scent.

“Can you at least untie me?” I gasp, feeling the rope wound tightly around my wrists, every nerve pulsing. His hand brushes my arm, and I shiver as he tugs on the rope possessively, making my heart race.

“Why?” His voice is low as he leans closer, his breath warm on my neck. “Is it making you wet?”

“Yes,” I whisper, barely able to get the word out. Every cell in my body wants him right here and right now. The ache is almost unbearable.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, his voice silk and iron all at once. “You’re going to have to be patient.”

Patience has never been a virtue of mine with him. Every moment is laced with an urgency I can’t shake, an insatiable need that always craves more.

We drive in silence, his hand resting on my thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles that make the wait almost painful. My mind races, trying to guess where we’re going, but there’s no knowing with him. Never has been.

I try to distract myself, my thoughts drifting to the life we’re building. We’re only back in Kyoto temporarily to pack before our big move to Tokyo. I’ve loved living here, loved the memories I’ve made. But Tokyo is home now, with all its complexities.

The Mori-kai have officially staked their claim, and although the ceasefire with the Ishida-kai is over, the truce is still holding. For now. Sort of.

It’s turned into a bit of a cold war, each side marshaling its forces in secret—securing allies, shoring up resources, digging battle trenches. Somethingbigis going to happen, I can feel it. But whenever I voice my concerns about it, Kenzo brushes me off with his usual calm. He assures me there’s a strategy in place.

“Takeshi has a plan,” he keeps telling me.

That’s exactly what worries me—the fact that it’s mypsychotic twinwho has the plan.

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