Page 6 of Hunted By the Yakuza Spy

I took her backto my hotel room.

The sight of her trembling in the middle of the room, with her soft curves pressing against my firm grip, stirred up feelings within me that I hadn't experienced in years. The burning desire, the raw hunger for control and power, was intoxicating.

But I couldn't act on those urges. I wasn't a monster ... Well, most of the time.

I had work to do right now. I'd save the pleasure for later.

I tied her to a chair making sure the binds fit snugly between her ample breasts.

The woman glared back at me, chomping at the leather gag I'd stuffed in her mouth. She mumbled something that sounded like "Let me go!".

I chuckled. "Don't worry, babe, I'm not going to hurt you as long as we play by the rules." I cupped her cheek gently, laughing when she flinched away."Now, I'll take that gag out if you promise to be quiet."

The flash of defiance in her eyes told me she had no intention of playing along.

I decided to give her a taste of what she was getting herself into.

"Oh, I don't think you understand your situation, babe," I sneered, letting my hand trail down her arm. She shivered slightly, but I could tell she hated the idea of showing weakness. "You've got two choices: cooperate, or suffer the consequences."

I pulled the Glock out of my jacket and let the cold weapon rest against her cheek. Getting weapons in America was easier than taking candy from a baby, and my car had been delivered with more than enough firepower.

"So, are you ready to play nice?" I asked.

Her eyes narrowed, filled with determination as she tried to spit out the leather gag.

I watched her jaw work and her throat constrict. I wondered what her lips would feel like wrapped around my cock.

"Well?" I prompted.

Slowly and with great resignation, she nodded.

Satisfied, I holstered my gun and untied the leather gag, smirking as she gasped for breath.

"Why?" Was the only word I could make out.

"Nothing personal, babe," I said, kneeling to face her. "I just need you to get to the man I'm looking for." I held up my phone, showing her the picture of Harris Cheng. "This guy look familiar?"

Her eyes widened, and her face went pale. "What... What do you want with Harris?" She asked.

"Don't worry about it," I said. "Tell me where he is."

"I don't know," she stammered.

"Tell me," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "Tell me where he is, Rebecca."

A flash of emotions washed over her face. "R-Rebecca?"

"Where is he?" I repeated.

"I'm not Rebecca," she said, her voice cracking.

I rolled my eyes and tightened my grip on her shoulder. "Are you going to be stupid and make me get the gun out again? Or would you like some pain that's a little more... personal?" I squeezed her shoulder until she cried out.

"No!" She gasped. "Please, listen. I'm not Rebecca. I'm her sister, Julia."

For a second, I felt like an idiot. "What? Don't lie to me!"

"I'm not," the woman said, tears swelling at the corner of her eyes. "I'm Julia, her sister."

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