SEVEN

BAD TO THE BONE

Akchiro

"Ahh…" Flower gasps when I toss her little ass onto our bed. Watching her roll twice before she stops the tumble, sitting up in the most delightful dishevelment makes me almost want to smile if not for the searing anger I feel at the current moment, not to mention the need to fuck her into submission.

I can feel her slipping from me. I don't like that. She's mine. She'll always be mine. She needs to realize it. I need to feel it.

"I don't know what you're trying to prove, Akchiro." The way she says my name–with acid dripping from each syllable is like a blade being taken to my flesh.

She straightens her silk kimono styled robe, righting herself with as much dignity as she can muster. She has her hair tied into two long, tightly twisted ponytails. Her eyes are on fire, but I can still see the slight tremble of her lips.

"I don't have to prove anything, Flower. It seems you need reminding of exactly who I am." I pull the black silk long-sleeved Henley over my head, tossing it on the upholstered bench at the end of our bed.

"You're supposed to be my husband, Asa's father, not some monster who locks up young women, but maybe being with us is too boring for you, so you needed a spark of excitement."

I stop cold at the implications of her words.

"Are you saying I used her in some way?"

She flinches. Not from me shouting. No. My words are like silk, but they cut through the room like a viper in grass honed on its prey.

"You kept it a dirty little secret." Words, a hiss. Her breasts rising rapidly. Her almond toned skin flushes peach high on her cheekbones. Eyes turning liquid with unsuppressed rage, challenge me; try and convict me with one dismissive glare.

I will have none of it. "You know who the fuck I am. You knew when you married me. Don't try to act like you don't know the man who you've given yourself to. The only one who will ever know you."

She rolls her eyes like "whatever" then slides her gaze, her mouth kicking up in what I can only determine in a "wanna bet" type of smirk.

My mind trips back to the night that changed our world and shattered our bliss three years ago. For an entire year after seeing her hugging Marchellis at an event hosted by my company's charity division, I raged. I burned everything down looking for her; thinking she'd ran off with him. I tracked him like a wolf, only to realize he'd taken a leave of absence from his position with his NBA team to help his friend, FADE, the infamous rap mogul, recover from a near fatal gunshot wound. I thought I'd hit a dead end. There'd been no sightings of him and a new love interest.

I'd almost given up when I saw an article about FADE's family and the unusual names they all had. My attention was drawn to the sisters, named Willow and Flower. It was then that I knew her name was not Ellington, as she led me to believe, but Carrington. Taking this information, I decided to punish her, taking away everything she loved all that mattered to her because she had taken everything from me—herself.

Looking at her now, I smother the nascent fear that she will try to do it again.

"You are mine." I step toward the bed, mere inches from her. She shrugs one shoulder, her eyes sliding back to me; pools of anger, hurt, and ambivalence.

"But are you mine? You've already said that I am no longer a weakness for you."

To tell her the truth now would be a grave mistake, exposing my neck to an assassin, because right now we are at odds. She's too clever not to use it to gain what she wants—my face. She got it once. It nearly ruined me. Takeda's are not weak, but I was made to look weak by moving to the states with her. Living with her in her home. The repercussions of which I am still dealing with.

She waits an interminable number of seconds and I see something dim in her eyes.

"It doesn't matter." She gives another quick, little shrug like it doesn't.

Something erupts in me. I snatch her close. Her breasts smash against my chest. With every exhalation, I feel the hard pebbles of her nipples grazing me.

"What the fuck are you saying, Flower?" My hand circles her neck so she can't move her head. Still, she won't meet my eyes.

"Do I need to prove to you that you're mine? Do I need to brand myself on your body, on your soul again?" I see her nostrils flare. I see the defiance. My dick twitches at the thought of making her yield to me.

She'd hit me if she could. I know she'd try to scratch and fight and fight until I release her. I never will. It's best, I remind her now.

"I'm never letting you go. I don't care who I have to kill to make it so." I promise, my gaze boring in to the head she refuses to life to face me.

"I know," she says with finality.

"Say you're mine." Bending, I nip her lip. My dick's so hard right now it's like a blade between us. Her eyes flare in insolence and desire. She can't hide her want from me. We'll always have this passion burning bright between us.

Easing her back onto the bed until I cover every inch of her, my dick presses into her hot warmth with only the silk we are both wearing keeping us separated.

"You wore this thinking to do what?" Annoyance licks at me as I untie the belt to the kimono robe she's wearing. Sitting back on my hunches, I make her sit up so I can tug it down her arms. Then more fucking clothes. She crosses her arms over her breasts.

"You're hiding from me?" The derision in my voice makes her flinch, which only incites me more. "I was balls deep in you mere hours ago, wife. "

Grabbing the garment in my fist attempting to snatch it off, but it is a high-quality silk and doesn't give easily, only the straps pop free. Finding the seam on the side, I grip the material in both fists, ripping it from her body.

"Akchiro," she gasps.

"I bet your pussy is already drenched for me." Her eyes tell me I'm right. Glancing down, I can see how wet she is. Her pretty, fat pussy lips are practically pushing through the wet fabric.

"Hell, yes." I groan, looking down. I spread her legs farther part. Backing up, I dive in, inhaling the sweet scent that drives me insane on nearly a nightly basis. I kiss her there, right where her clit is clearly delineated. I suck — panties and all, drawing her sweet little pussy and all its juices into my mouth. To think she'd deny us over some bullshit with my cousins cannot be borne. She whines when I give her a punishing nip on her plump little mound. I lave away the sting and have her moaning and arching into my mouth seconds later.

"You know you like it when I make it hurt." Pressing her knees up and out like an amphibian, I watch as her panties press tight, her pussy and ass practically eating them up. She's glistening and gorgeous. So ready for me.

"I'm going to eat my pussy through these panties, then raw. After that, you're going to take this dick down your fucking throat. Then if you beg me really prettily like a good girl. I'll let you come on it."

"Akchiro, I?—"

The words die on her lips because I don't let her finish. I'm on her pussy. Licking every inch of her, from her mound to her hole. I tongue fuck her with ruthless precision. Spearing into her, flicking on the retreat, then alternating on the return.

"Hold my pussy open for me, baby." I instruct, pulling her panties to the side.

"Good girl," I murmur when she does as I ask, holding herself under her knees, keeping it spread wide so I can feast.

Soon she's begging, after I've brought her close only to remove myself to only light kisses and barely there licks everywhere but where she wants me most.

Sucking her lips in tandem, then pressing them together, I lave them, drip saliva, then lick her clean.

"Please."

Compliance is its own reward. Her clit is begging for attention. I heed her plea and begging, giving her a gentle assault of flicks and licks until she's bursting all over my face.

On my knees, I pull myself free of the silk lounge pants. My dick slaps against my abdomen as the tip glistens. Smearing come over the head, I watch her lying down before me, so open, ready.

"Come here," I ground out, motioning with the two wet digits. As soon as she scrambles to her knees. I push them into her mouth. "Look at you, Flower. You love being a good little cumslut for me, don't you?" She nods. Her eyes are pools of hurt and passion. We're locked in this — my need to dominate her, her need to submit to me.

"Say you're mine." I grip her neck.

"Are you only mine?" She acts like it hurts her ask.

"You fucking know it." That she'd dare demand my face, turns something in me.

"Get on your fucking knees." Spinning her around, I press between her should blades until she is flush with the mattress. I hitch her ass up.

"Ahh—" I drive into her soft heat, and it is bliss. So tight. So right. So us.

Still, she's too tight. I'm only halfway in. I look down, seeing those fat ass lips stretch around me, feeling the muscles clench and quiver. I rub her juicy, still sensitive clit and she opens for me more.

"Damn, Hana." The endearment slips from my lips so naturally. Sometimes she's quiet when I fuck her. Tonight, I want her screams.

I smack her ass. She cries out, yet her muscles clench so hard my dick feels like it's about to break in half.

She loves when I spank her ass. She loves when I spank her pussy. Tonight she'll have both. My dragons want to bite her. I'm going to let them.

Gripping her hips, I give her no quarter, my thrusts hard, my hand on her ass harder as I plunder her sweetness. Ruthlessly, mercilessly, I fuck her into the bed.

"Akchiro," she moans my name over and over, begging. Her fingers grip and release, grip and release on the covers, and she takes me. Her pussy feels unbelievable. So lush, and sweet, soft with a death grip from hell. This is my pussy. She belongs to me. Flower belongs to me. I hit her spot, bringing her close, closer than ever before when an unamenable urgency strikes me.

She gasps, stunned, when I pull out.

I move to the head of the bed.

"Earn it." I grit through my teeth, holding the base of my dick waving her over. This position makes her feel the most exposed. Vulnerable. I want to see her eyes when she comes and dare her to deny that she is mine.

Trembling from her thwarted orgasm, she braces on my chest, trying to position herself. Her self-consciousness makes her cheeks flush to an almost umber hue as she rubs my dick between her labia. Her juices are running over her fingers and onto my shaft.

After what seems like eons, she easing down, taking the head of my dick inside of her.

"You're such a good fucking girl. Now, ride this dick. I want to see what you won't say."

Inch by inch, I watch my dick stretch her, watch as she takes me, biting her lip, as she feels the pleasure and the pain of this position. Our size difference is obvious and almost obscene. I see every part of her body. The deep pools of anguish in her eyes telling me she hates herself for loving me and what I'm making her do, but she can't stop herself from doing it. Even as she wipes her tears away.

Making slow circles, her hips wind on my dick, feeling like the best head and pussy combined. Soon she's riding me like a wave. So good. So good. She's on this dick like she owns it. She does. This woman owns me heart and soul.

"That's it. Ride this dick, Hanna-chan. Give me my pussy." Groaning, I rise to meet her, pulling her into an all-consuming kiss. She rides me. I pound up into her until she breaks apart on top of me.

My dick is hard as fuck and pounds a beat that rivals a ceremonial drum, but I know where I want my nut. I ease out of her wetness again.

"Clean me up." She's panting her eyes blown to hell, but she knows better than to disobey me. She licks up one side and down the other before she starts deep throating me. Fucking deep into her mouth, I shout her name when I come down her throat.

"I'm getting water. Do you want one?" She asks later after I've taken her for the third time. I nod. We have lain in silence, neither of us talking. Spent from the anger, anguish and the pleasure from the night.

She pulls away, not really looking at me. Gingerly, she moves from the bed, obviously sore, her body peppered with purpling bruises from the spankings and love bites I gave her. There is no part of me that regrets the claim I've made. In fact, the possessive side of me revels in it.

What she misunderstood about me not thinking of her as a weakness is once I accepted what we have, what she is to me, she is my everything; I was no longer weak. Her love made me strong. But to let anyone know the power she has over me, even her, would lead to my downfall and I would deserve it. You hoard power, you don't share it.

She comes back with two small bottles, hand me one, snuggling in beside me. In no time, they are finished.

"We should shower," I tell her.

Instead of acting on it I pull her closer, resting my head on top of her head.

"Yeah," she mumbles, already drifting.

"I love you" she whispers, her voice sounding sad. Kissing the spot she's closest to right over my heart.

"I love you too. You and Asa are my world." I say into her hair that's come loose from the ponytails she'd plaited them into. "We'll fix this."

Her whispering, "I'm sorry." is the last thing I hear. I struggle to respond, but the heaviness of exhaustion claims me.

She never said she was mine.

"Akchiro."

The first thing I realize is my name is being shouted. The second is— Ryu and Tikashi are standing on either side of my bed with their hard ass hands shaking me awake.

"What the fuck?" My head feels full of wool. I scrub my hands over my face a moment before panic seizes me. "Where is Flower?" I look around, searching. A dead feeling settles over me. There is no way they would have gotten this far into our marital suite if she were here.

Silence. I look from one twin to the other. Identical in every way, down to the matching grim expression on their faces.

"Where are my wife and son?"

"She left this." Ryu hands me a heavy vellum envelope with my name scrawled across the front.

I tear it open. There are two sentences.

"I can't do this anymore. Just let us live in peace."

Flower

Crushing it in my fist, I stand, asking, "How long have I been out?" The stale smell of sex and my overly full bladder is answer enough.

"She told mother you had a flu." Ryu says as if that is a good enough explanation when he knows I'm never sick. Their failure will be addressed later.

"Takashi?"

"Three days. There's no trace of her or Asa."