FOUR

NOW WE'RE HERE

Flower

"That's it, Hana, hold that pretty little pussy open for me."

Nodding, I whimper feeling Akchiro stroke deep inside me. He fills me with his hardness pressing into me relentlessly. I squirm. It's almost too much. He's so big.

"Don't run from me, Flower," he growls hot a against my throat sucking the soft flesh there hard. I know he's leaving a bruise. Why that makes my pussy gush I don't know. Why does his meanness, make me wetter, make me want him more?

This is the only place he unleashes his dragon—the darker side of himself. I know it's there, but he never lets me see it. It doesn't matter right now, because my body is yielding to him just like I did three years ago. His way is eased by the squish and slide of my juices coating us both.

"You feel so fucking good babe," he praises me, lengthening his strokes. Our bodies glide against each other causing a delicious friction.

Raising my right leg over the bent crook of his arm, he grabs the headboard with the other fucking me so deep I can feel the steady slap of his sac against my rosette.

"Ohmygoodness, Akchiro, yes," I pant opening wider trying to get closer to him.

"Fuck yes," he groans driving with hard strokes into me.

I whimper. I moan. Reveling in the sensations he's evoking. I love the way he makes love to me. I love my husband, he's my everything. Higher and higher we climb—him giving no mercy and me asking for none as he takes me the way he likes—hard.

"Are you ready to come for me, Flower? Are you ready to come all over my dick?" He nips my ear for good measure taking me hard. Taking his hand from the headboard he sneaks it between us partly pressing down on my pelvis and mound while stroking my clit with his thumb. The wet, sensitive flesh responds almost immediately to the slick, swift strokes making me shudder and break beneath him.

A hot flood of my essence makes us both messy, but he doesn't stop. He fucks me through my orgasm and into another using my body for his own personal pleasure yet manages to give me the same in equal measure.

Finally, he tenses pressing so deep I think I can feel him in my dang chest.

"I'm going to fuck another baby into you, Hanna. Give me a girl that looks like you this time." His words are guttural and in Japanese. I pull him close kissing him. Hugging him close, not letting him see my face and the tears I know I'll shed with just one look from him. My love I can give him, I hope it can be enough because I don't know if I will ever want to have his child again.

I know I'm going to still be feeling him later, but I don't care. With the way he's always working, early morning lovemaking sessions are a must. I even get up early just be in his presence in the mornings before he's swept away running his empire and I get busy with my own fledging one.

Spending years as the Chief Operations Officer of my brother's business, Creative Chaos has made me no stranger to long hours and grueling works schedules. Yet, Akchiro is running an empire so vast it has the seventh largest economy in the world. I know to whom I'm married. More importantly I know what I married. I have no illusions about him. Hell, he came across the world for me. We made it through the chaos of our lives during that time, but I'm not na?ve enough to think he wouldn't have burned the world down to get me back. Still, he is mine.

He holds me close before planting kisses on my crown and forehead. "Um," I moan as he eases out of me. His eyes are somber looking down on face. "I love you, Akchiro."

His jaw ticks at the words and I wonder why. Have I done something? Did he notice me not saying anything about having another baby. He'd never press me beyond the moment of first stating his wish. That is not his way. He is a man who expects to be obeyed. By everyone except me. I'm the lone exception; the only person he gives grace to. No one goes against The Takeda.

His silence bothers me until he closes his eyes as if in defeat leaning in to kiss my brow. "Aishiteru yo," he whispers back in a hard growl. He believes words are useless. He believes actions show true love. I like to say the words. He only does this too, for me. It's the little things he does like this that set us apart. A hard man willing to soften just a tad. He pulls away. I curl up into the soft down of our bed watching him.

He's naturally surly, so it's no surprise he rises from the bed with barely a word. He waits by the entrance of the bathroom a moment longer, before looking over his shoulder, "Hanna," he beckons.

Stunned, I rise following him. He never shares his bath or shower. The last time was when we reconciled after finding out we were pregnant. He is so fiercely private. Not even I am welcome when he gets ready.

Long ago I realized he needs this time of peace from the world and never wanted to impose on it. He has so much responsibility, thousands upon thousands of people relying on him. This is his safe space.

The water steams up the glass enclosed space. Inside he stands with water sluicing over his body in lovely rivulets, catching every hard plain of muscle.

Stepping inside, I feel dwarfed by his six-foot-two frame towering over my five-foot-two. I don't let that bother me as I step on my tip toes to kiss him. His dick immediately springs up between us.

"We don't have time," he admonishes, handing me the sponge.

"Why?" I ask taking it, lathering his body while he takes his time doing mine. I don't know what his intention is, but if he doesn't want to do anything then he shouldn't be touching me with such naughty reverence because he's got me wet as hell. Then he slips his in fingers between my pussy and I almost come. He removes them and I give him a dirty look turning away.

"We have some unexpected guests," he says against my back as I rinse off trying to get my body to calm down. Me finding out things at the last minute is the norm but there is something in his voice.

"Who and why are you mad about it?" Turning back, I watch him washing his long hair. Pumping conditioner into my hand I make him bend to slick it through his tresses after he rinses.

"Kiyoshi and Hishashi have come to check on their mother, she fell ill suddenly." Ice wouldn't melt in his mouth with how coldly he informs me, moving to rinse the conditioner out.

I get it. His cousins caused a lot of problems in the company a few years ago. Akchiro retaliated by sending them to run the Creative Chaos plant in the small town of Shelby-Love, Alabama. Actually, it was my idea because I knew it was either that or carnage. I didn't want their lives on either of our consciences.

"Is Kana coming with them? I know it's under terrible circumstances, but I'd love to finally meet her." The extrovert in me never sleeps, plus I want to put all these bad feelings in the family to rest. At the event a few months ago, when I met Kiyoshi for the first time, I felt that it was his desire to do so as well. He's supposed to be getting married soon to Mai, the only daughter of a very prominent businessman here and she asked me at the event to help her with it. I was delighted. We'd shared emails and texts back and forth since then much to Akchiro's chagrin. He doesn't trust it, not that I blame him, but that's not how I move in this world. I trust people until they give me a reason not to.

"She's already here," he says, looking down at me. His jaw ticks like he's holding something back. Immediately, I think it's because he thinks my feelings will be hurt if she's rude to me.

"No worries, babe, I won't let her hurt my feelings if she's mean," I promise him. He quirks a skeptical brow.

Sliding closer to him, I wrap my arms around his waist. "You know what will make me preemptively feel better in case she does?"

"What's that, Hanna?" Low, intense words match the hard press of his dick against me.

I don't say a word—just get on my knees.