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His hands wring my throat and everything dissolves around me. There’s no penthouse, no wedding, no information that I need to find, no contract. It’s just the two of us. Two people enjoying themselves. My face bulges with blood and heat and my pussy constricts around him.
“Give it to me!” Kenzo shouts. “Give me your sweet come.”
Everything inside of me twists and explodes as his cock tears into me. He chokes me and my vision blackens into that orgasmic dream state where nothing exists. My body stops throbbing, and finally, he lets go, licking the side of my neck, and that gentleness on my sensitive skin makes me twitch.
But he doesn’t stop fucking me. His eyes widen, his pupils dilating as he grips my hips harder, fucking me untilhereaches that point. Then he moves me from his lap down to my knees, and his come paints my lips and face. The smell of sex permeates the night air as I blink up at him, completely consumed by his control of me.
The orgasms subside and we’re both breathless. Kenzo reaches for his whisky and hands me mine. I swallow the whole thing down, and it tastes better now. Like recklessness. Likehim.
He helps me to my feet. Then, the wet fabric of his pants sloshes as he zips up, adjusting himself. My cheeks burn. Did I really just do all of that?
I’m mortified.
We walk inside, and only then do I realize I’m still naked. I really squirted all over him. I want to melt into the floor and never resurface.
“Has that ever happened before?” he asks, but there’s a satisfaction in his tone; he knows the answer. When I see his playful expression, a weight lifts from my chest. It’s not gross to him.He likes it.He even seemsproudto be the first one to make me do that.
I open my mouth to give an answer, but I can’t make myself say it. He knows that I’ve had sex before. That I’ve lied to him already. And this question is almost like he’s proving it. He’s infuriating and captivating at the same time. He knows who he is and what he wants, and it doesn’t bother him that I’m a mixture of contradictions.
At least not yet.
“Let’s get you into bed,” he says. A thought flickers in my brain, wondering if that means more sex. And I know, right then, that I’m broken already. I don’t know how he did it, but I’m losing control around him.
“We surprise each other,” he says, as if he knows what I’m thinking. “Don’t we, Vi?”
CHAPTER12
VI
In the morning,I’m alone. Kenzo is gone and I’m surprised; he shouldn’t trust me alone in his penthouse. Maybe there’s a guard behind the door, or a security camera system I haven’t spotted yet.
Regardless, I have a job to do.
I call Uncle Jay. “Yep?” he answers. “You doing all right, sweetheart?”
“He’s gone for now,” I say hesitantly. “What am I searching for again?”
“Business connections. Anything related to the Samurai Corporation or to the Endo-kai. According to our client, Kenzo does most of the public relations, so he’s gotta have something in there. Go through his office.”
I step into the living room. The door to the balcony is within eyesight and my mind wanders to what we did last night.
“Vi?” Uncle Jay asks. “You there?”
I shake my head, bringing myself back to reality.
“Yeah,” I say. “Got it. Business connections.”
“Good. And Vi?”
“Yeah?”
“You can do this. I believe in you.”
I smile at the phone, though my mind is still on Kenzo’s perfectly curved cock.
“All right, Uncle Jay. Gotta go.”
I hang up, then take a long shower, letting the water scald my body, hoping that it’ll incinerate the ghost of Kenzo inside of me. But it isn’t just his perfectly curved cock, or the fact that we fucked out in the open. It’s because he knew exactly what to say. Even if he’s pretending to treat me like a virgin, everything he said made my belly flutter like I was flying into the heavens.
