Page 79 of Pragma
“He did. Then I took you out of there as quickly as possible. I don’t like anybody else seeing you that vulnerable.”
I’m going to enjoy fucking with this jealous side of his. “Who else saw it?”
“Marco Moretti and his men.”
“They were there?”
“I had a weird feeling when I found out Ling Wang was the suitor and that we were going to meet him on Ishida-san’s turf, especially after Yuki gave you that file. So I texted Joel, telling him to send Marco to the restaurant in case me or one of my men messaged him the words Mad Dog.”
I snort.
“Yuna did as soon as I didn’t follow the fifteen-minute rule. The shooting started soon after. I don’t know how Joel convinced Moretti, but without him and his men, I don’t think we would’ve made it.”
“Well, fuck! I guess I need to make a phone call to the Leone family later.” Actually it was always in my plans to reach Moretti’s boss. Since I learned Joel is in a relationship with a mafioso, the wheels in my head had started moving. My aunt wants me to have strong connections…
“I’m not sorry about it. I’d do anything to save you,” River states, slowing his moves as he towel-dries my hair.
I smirk. “How about a hair drying service everyday?”
He drops both his hands on the counter on either side of me, caging me in. “How about another kind of service?” The gleaming look in his eyes has a contentious edge to it, a threatening one. I’ve seen it before. It sends a delicious tingling sensation down my extremities.
My hands find his skin, exploring the hardness of his abs and pecs. His body is a sexyland. “I’ll accept any kind of service you’ll provide, bunny.”
He trembles and tenses under my light touch as if my fingertips were leaving a burning trail on his body. I feel like he would happily melt into the shape of the lines my touch is creating. His forehead drops onto mine. His sigh caresses my lips, once again confirming how receptive and attuned we are.
“Do you know what pragma soulmates are?” I ask, cupping his scarred cheek.
He shakes his head.
“Pragma soulmates are not found. They are made. You meet someone and get a good feeling. Nothing monumental, just two people connecting. Moments and events shared slowly and steadily build the foundation for an unbreakable relationship that one day morphs into something deep and blazing hot. You, bunny, are my made soulmate. We built this love day after day, year after year. There isn’t a me without you anymore. There’ll never be again.”
His eyes have turned glassy. “I’ll make sure of it,” he breathes out.
“Was there a moment when you realized you had feelings for me?” I ask him, wanting to actually know how long he has been suppressing his desire for me…the idiot.
He hums, looking pensive for a moment. “We were chilling in your room; it was the last year of high school. I was eating anonigiriand some rice had stuck on my fingers and shirt when suddenly you handed me a wet tissue. You didn’t give a damn about the people surrounding you, but you were always very aware of me, and for some reason that day, I felt more than grateful for it. The urge to do the same for you started growing, and I think it all bloomed from there.”
I don’t have a sassy comeback. I give his mouth a peck. I need a moment to compose myself, my cheeks feel warm. Obviously, I don’t remember that particular day. But the simplicity of it confirms my pragma soulmate theory. Because if I think back, I had a few very close calls myself.
He tosses the towel on the floor and then his hands squeeze my ass cheeks as he grinds his growing hard cock inside me.
“Need to come inside you one more time,” he declares before kissing me.
Damn his bunny stamina.
River
“Stop fucking babying me!” Aki slaps my hand as I try to help him get out of the car. I don’t think I’m being overprotective. I just told him we could come here another day, but he insisted on it. He’s still covered in bruises since only a day has passed sincethe assault. But he’s as reckless and stubborn as always. Hence our visit to the abandoned factory where the crew is waiting for us.
We pass the entrance and walk deeper inside the large building. The only thing holding to these crumbling walls is decay and sinister noises. The atmosphere is eerie and cold—bone-reaching cold. Part of the roof is missing, and the rooms are dust-filled and foul smelling. When we reach the large one on the left—where only two heavy machines are rusting on one side—I start hearing voices.
“Why do I feel a ‘but’ coming?” Yuna is saying.
“No buts,” Karin states. “However, I think he needs to be taken to the hospital. He must have gotten a concussion.”
Who needs to go to the hospital?
“Stop with the nonsense.” Masa sniffs with annoyance. “I’m perfectly healthy, and I’m right about Mr. Boss and Boss.”
