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A panting breath shudders through her, and she startles, placing her hands at her sides. My dick is hard as hell, already staining my pants. I’m not supposed to touch her right now. This is a game. A little trick to see my little “virgin” come undone.

But I can’t hold back. Iwanta little touch.

I grab her hand. Her skin is cold, her hands trembling, but I guide her until the tips of her fingers are resting on her beaded clit. A small gasp escapes her, and her eyes lock on mine. Blue. So fucking blue. Like a damn iceberg.

I move her hand back and forth, making her tease her own clit.

“Just like that,” I say. “In circles. You feel how wet your pussy is?” Her fingers slip down into her slit, but then she’s back to her clit again, using her own lubrication to play with herself. A groan erupts from my chest, but my eyes never leave hers. Her bottom lip quivers, and though she’s hesitant with my presence, there’s no doubt in my mind she’s touched herself before. A complete virgin would move with a raw frenzy, but my future wife is acting as if she has practice. She’s withholding, but it’s obvious she knows what she likes. She may be a virgin in some ways, but she’s still a dirty bitch who gets off on being watched.

And thatthrillsme.

“Good girl,” I murmur, and a small whimper travels past her lips. She spreads her legs wider, her fingers grinding harder into her bundle of nerves.

I’m tempted to rub my dick through my pants, but I keep focus, and she squirms. Her blue eyes. Her quivering lips. The light sheen of sweat building at her temples. She’s nearing the abyss, and I want to see her drown in it, but I also want to hold on to this moment. To save her first expression of absolute pleasure for when my dick is deep inside of her.

“That’s enough,” I say. I’m not sure if it’s to myself or to her, but I move her hands to the sides, then I head to the door.

Her eyes dart around frantically. “Wait, what?” She sits up, gawking at me. “We’re done?”

“It’s late,” I say, glancing at my watch. “I just needed to make sure.”

“Make sure of what?”

“That you know what your future will be like.”

Your final warning, sweet wife.

She squints her eyes. “Why do you keep saying stuff like that?”

“You should’ve run,” I say. “You shouldn’t have indulged me or your uncle in this marriage, and you shouldn’t have let metake you to our resort so you can have your own room.” I lean on the doorframe. Her shirt pools between her legs, covering up her pussy, and her nipples are pebbled through her shirt. “But part of youwantsto see what it’s like to be mine.”

She touches her cheeks, and I know I’ve struck the core of her thoughts. My future wife is full of curiosity, but an inquisitive nature can get you killed in my world. She needs to know that.

I lick my lips. “I’m going to warn you, once again, if you don’t leave by the morning, you’ll be mine. Forever.”

“Forever” hangs in the air like a ringing church bell. I want her to embrace the coldness, to know she’s not as powerless as she thinks she is. She can run. She can hide somewhere. She doesn’t have to be with me.

“Goodnight, Vi,” I say. “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She doesn’t say a word. The door closes behind me, and I exit Samurai Castle.

CHAPTER 11

VI

Uncle Jay knockson the double doors as I adjust my dress. It’s heavy from the beads sewn into every exposed surface, and I’m grateful for the asymmetrical cut, because at least some of the fabric is cut out.

Patrick smacks his gum. “You ready, Vi?”

I shrug. “Do I have a choice?”

“This is it,” Uncle Jay mumbles. His blue eyes are full of tears. “Thank you, Vi.”

My eyelids flutter. It’s hard to be mad at your uncle for convincing you to marry a yakuza man when he thanks you for it.

Patrick puts his arm around my shoulder. “We couldn’t have done this without you.”

“Let’s hope I survive,” I mutter.

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