Page 15 of Toxic

“No,” I say. “I want to be here for you.” I reach for him, but he takes his hand away crushing my feelings in the process.

“Taylor, you will go back to your dorm,” he says, opening the door stepping out into the night.

“Hisashi—” He slams the door in my face.

He may as well have hit me. I sit there stunned for the entire trip to my dorm.

My mind doesn’t even come back to me until the car stopping registers. I don’t move when the door opens. I keep my eyes trained in front of me. “Take me back, please. I don’t even have my key,” I say.

“I have my orders, Miss.” He holds his hand out to me.

“So, what happens when I walk back in the dark in this dress and heels?” A big meaty hand curls in frustration. “I thought so,” I say with a smugness I don’t feel. This is a terrible manipulation. And I kind of hate myself for it. Not to mention I’m doing the very thing I’d been admonished to never do — chase a man. It doesn’t matter that he’s hurting. He didn’t want me around.

I can see the driver is on the phone calling him. I resolve just to get my keys and go back to my dorm. What happened between his brother and dad changed something in him. Did they remind him that I’m not rich, obviously not from their culture. He knows who I am and everything about me, down to my preferred soap. If their opinions can shake him at this stage, then we definitely won’t last a century like he claims. It was nothing but daydreams and butterfly kisses.

He’s standing outside with my keys and backpack when the car pulls to a stop. I don’t wait for the driver. I open the door, watching his eyes flare when I hop out, storming over to him.

“Don’t call me again.” Jerking my backpack out of his hand, I reach for my keys attempting to tug them away.

His hand covers mine. “Stop,” he says with a harshness I’ve never heard from him before.

I still.

“Just stop, okay?” He sounds so anguished. I turn my hand over. He cups mine with his keys trapped between us. Pullingme behind him, he leads me to the elevator as we enter the building. He seems uncaring if anyone sees us holding hands in such an intimate manner. This is not his way and definitely goes against the tradition of his strict family. But then seeming to get himself under control, he releases his grip but keeps my keys as the elevator dings. Shoving them into his pocket he nods me on ahead of him.

The elevator ride to his loft is vastly different than the last time. We stand as far apart as possible. The air is charged with an energy I can’t decipher. It’s like it’s taking everything in him to keep himself from exploding. In the time apart he’s changed into workout clothes. Into a tight-fitting Henley and long fitted workout pants; he has loose basketball shorts over them.

I’m standing in the corner, and he’s braced his arms behind him gripping the handles seething looking at me through the reflective glass. The doors open with a quiet hiss into the gaiken of his loft.

“If you didn’t want me to come back—” My words halt when I see he’s on his knees before me. He takes my shoes off, placing them neatly in the place that’s now become mine. His head is level with my belly. “Ore o yurushitekure,” he apologizes roughly into my tummy. His head buries there. “I just don’t want to hurt you, Tay-chan. Not by accident. Never on purpose. Do you understand?” He looks up at me, his eyes pleading.

I nod. “I know there is a little darkness in you,” I start.

He scoffs, muttering, “Little.”

Spearing my fingers through his hair, I tell him, “I want all of you, Hisashi. We all have bad days. I don’t just deserve your good days. I want to be there for your bad days, just like you were there for me on the baby tsunami day.” Bending, I press a soft kiss on his forehead.

“You have no idea what you’re saying,” he hisses, nuzzling the breasts I’ve put too close to his face.

“Show me.” Hearing the challenge in my voice, I almost take it back. I don’t know what I’m doing. He’s never touched me beyond holding me at night. I’ve never seen his body naked nor he mine. I wait a beat, swallowing back the trepidation clawing at the back of my throat telling me to stop before I embarrass both of us with my inexperience.

He waits a beat. Then he’s pulling the material of the bodice down freeing my breasts. Moving closer, it’s like he inhales me. Like he wants to savor this moment. He stretches his mouth covering one whole areola, while his other big hand covers the other.

My face heats. I freeze. My fingers tremble when I place them on his shoulders. Briefly, I wonder if he can feel the way they are shaking. Can he tell I’m scared?

My knees nearly buckle as he worships my breasts. Sucking them in tandem then pushing until they mesh to suck them together. He licks and laves me.

My tummy dips. My pussy clenches begging to finally be filled.

“Please,” I say, watching him from my position looking down at the way he’s loving on me. My fingers are now flexing, urging.

With one last delicious suck he lets them pop free. They are dark brown looking like chocolate morsels. My nipples stand out in attention begging for more and it doesn’t seem like he can resist because he’s back at it licking them, lavishing pleasure upon me like it’s his mission.

Cupping his head, I hold him there wanting to sink down on the floor. When I try to, he cups my bottom coming to his height bringing me up with him.

“Wrap your legs around me, little dove,” he commands, holding my bottom.

Doing as he instructs, I wrap my thick thighs around his lean waist.

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