Page 76 of Dangerous Deceit

Regardless, it’s fucking obvious.

“What else would they be after?” I lift my shoulders. “Someone wants that Golden Honor Firearms contract. We just have to find outwho.”

Tomo bows subtly to Niko, theactualwakagashira.“How would you handle it?” Tomo asks.

Niko cracks his neck. His bluish-black eyes narrow as he settles his gaze on each of us, like a truekumicho.A mother-fucking boss.

Niko directs Dice. “You’re on Jay,” he says. “I don’t care how many people you put on him, but he doesn’t leave our sight. We need to know what he’s up to. When he sleeps. Who he calls. Whenever he takes a piss.” Dice nods, and Niko turns to me. “Can you handle your wife, Kenzo-chan?”

The derogatory nature of his nickname—calling me “little Kenzo,” like I’m a cutesy child—isn’t lost on me. Niko is a self-important dick at times, but maybe I deserve it. I’ve always had a hunch about Vi, but I never said anything. Not since the first time I met Jay while he was handcuffed in the holding cell.

It seemed so unimportant then. It was just a game. Nothing more.

“I’ll take care of her,” I say.

Tomo nods, satisfied with my answer. “Let’s get out of here, then.”

The owner of the restaurant bows incessantly to Tomo and Gracie as we make our exit, and an anxious tension buzzes through me.I have to make a change with Vi, andsoon.I can’tkeep letting her control me like this, especially when it comes to family.

My family.

Vi is not my family. Not like that. She probably only married me so she can go after us. And I should kill her now.

But I arrive at Chandelier Bar and see her in that creamy dress, and my nerves instantly drop. It’s the same dress as before, but Vi’s cheeks are red, like she just returned from that pleasurable edge. She’s got to be sensitive as hell after those denied orgasms, and damn it all, my dick is hard knowing she keeps obeying me, pleasuring herself and saving her come for me. She may be a trap, but she’s exactly what I want right now. I grab her by the waist and usher her forward.

“You don’t want to get another drink?” Vi asks.

I ignore her question, guiding her to the valet. My dick throbs, and it’s impossible to keep it hidden, but at this point, I don’t have any fucks to give.

I briefly consider my options. We can rent a suite here for the night, but that requires talking to a receptionist, waiting to see what they have available, and making sure they have the best for my wife. And I can’t wait any longer.

The valet brings my Challenger up to the front. We get inside, but as soon as I find an empty corner of the parking garage, I park. Then get out and fold down the front seat so we can get into the back.

Vi raises a brow at me. “What are we?—”

“Get back here,” I command.

She gawks, so I get up, pull her from the front seat, move her around to my side of the car, and push her into the back. She crawls across the leather on her hands and knees until she’s completely inside, cramped on all fours, and I scoot in after her. I unzip my pants, my head hitting the top of the car and my mouth salivating as I behold her. Her body tightens like asculptor’s masterpiece, and I lift her dress and bend her down until her face is against the leather. I pull the thong to the side of her pussy lips, exposing her beautiful, hairy cunt. I run my fingers over her and groan when she drenches my fingertips.

“Have you been a good little slut for me?” I ask. It’s a rhetorical question; I don’t give a fuck if she has or hasn’t. My dick is going to be inside of her as soon as she answers.

“Kenzo,” she whimpers. “Someone will see us.”

“Let them see who owns your cunt.”

I slam my cock into her pussy, and she cries out. My palm smacks her ass with each thrust. Her pale skin blooms into a bright pink, and her pussy walls clench against me with each spike of pain. She’s such a little whiner—complaining about getting caught—but shelovesit. Getting caught like a little whore.

My little whore.

I thrust my dick inside of her until tears roll down her cheeks, my curved dick hitting her cervix. It must hurt like a bitch, but I want her to feel me. I want her to know who owns her. Because, right now,thisis what I need: to fuck these emotions out of my body so I can think straight. So I can see her for who she really is:a spy, and not my wife.

Those thoughts fade, and all that’s left is her.Vi.My slutty little wife who makes me so crazy I’m fucking her in the back of my car like a goddamn teenager.

“Did you touch yourself whenever you got worried tonight?” I ask, my voice husky in sexual frustration. “Tell me.”

“I did,” she moans. “I touched myself for you, Kenzo.”

“Good girl.”

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