Page 31 of Pragma
I feel his bare chest vibrating with laughter behind me, as his arms wrap around me like vises. I wish he would show me his beautiful smile. I grab his hand and give his finger a hard bite.
“This fucking canine habit of yours,” he mutters. I spin around in his arms and cup his face to give his cheek a nibble.
“You are just so…bitable,” I confess, in case he hadn’t noticed already.
He’s avoiding my gaze, but I can already see the regret forming on his face. It irks me so fucking much because we didn’t even actually fuck, and I experienced the most powerful orgasm of my life. While he’s clearly wishing this never happened.
My bad temper gets the better of me, and I let out a half howl, half groan before closing my mouth on the delicate skin of his neck, sucking on it like a starved vampire.
“Fuck!” I hear him curse, but he doesn’t try to push me away, not until his phone starts vibrating.
I already know who that is.Kumicho. The bitch must have let her father know about our meeting, and he must have called the big boss. I really don’t want to ruin my afterglow buzz. But it’s time to think about work now.
I hear River tellingKumichoI will call her in a minute before he hangs up. Then he styles his hair again to cover part of his face and grabs the biggest sweater from the clothes hanging near the mirrors to replace his slashed shirt. I’m putting on a pair of gray pants when he’s finished and lets me know he’ll wait outside.
“If you ever do this with someone else, they will die.” I let the threat float between us as he opens the door.
He stops like he’s about to say something, but after a moment he simply closes the door behind him.
I smirk, not in the least discouraged by his reaction—not after what we just did. I mean who would have thought I’d be into this submissive shit and River into the whole sir calling. I want to explore more with him. But is he going to let me? Or does he think this is a pump and dump kind of situation? Like I’d ever let him do that to me, I snort.
Need time to think about phase two of Operation Snaring the Obstinate Bunny.
Oh, the possibilities…
Chapter Five
RIVER
Today, Aki’s appearance is the only thing tame about him. His hair is neatly combed back and styled, the tips fire red, but as the day wears on, I have no doubt those locks will grow wilder as he’ll run his fingers through them.
His long, trendy, water-green coat is draped over Soma’s forearm—who’s standing next to me in the covered hitting area at the golf driving range—leaving Aki in a light blue shirt with not even a wrinkle, tailored caramel pants, and polished shoes. His devilish smile is aimed at the guy kneeling in the large open space near the targets thirty feet from us, wrists and ankles tied up, wearing only a pair of tighty-whities, and shivering with cold or terror. Probably both.
The range is closed to the public tonight and owned by one of the yakuza families underKumicho, so we don’t need to be discreet.
The guy sports a split, red lip, bruised temples, a couple of missing teeth, and two black eyes courtesy of Masa—looks like he pummeled his face like dough. He said he’d find the file thief in three days, and he delivered half a day early.
Aki walks toward the blue golf bag and grabs one of the practice clubs. Those pants wrap around his ass like a second skin, reminding me how soft and round it felt against my thrusting cock. Those four smirking moles. How those cheeks rippled every time I drove my fingers in his hole.
Shit! Fucking hell, I can’t get hard now. But reality exceeded all my wildest fantasies. I’ve been having dirty memories of him and what happened two days ago. Is that why I held onto the sweater he was wearing and wrapped it around my cock when I jerked off?
I was so used to keeping my desire locked up, but now that I’ve experienced his soft tongue brushing mine, I don’t think I can hide it anymore. And his tight mouth around me, the wetness of his hole, his sweet scent on me, and the moans he lets out when drowning in ecstasy.
“Where did you find him?” Aki asks, pointing the club at the trembling man waiting hopelessly on the grass.
“He had another mistress and was hiding at her place. His scorned girlfriend talked after I used some of my extra charm,” Masa replies.
Soma doesn’t add anything. Aki nods, but I can see he’s impressed, even though he doesn’t trust Masa.
“The file?”
“Got that too.” Masa throws a pen drive in the air; I catch it easily.
“Nicely done.”
“Just followed the breadcrumbs, boss. Your man helped.” Masa shrugs, glancing at Soma.
“Can someone tell me why we are at a fucking golf club, though?” Aki looks at Soma, then Masa, then the two men standing behind them. Yuna and Karin are absent, still looking for the ski-masked men.
