4. Kenji

Nia's breath catches at my words and I almost smile. Almost. In another life, at another time, I would find it amusing. The way her eyes widen, how her pink tongue pokes out to wet her full lips. Then her small, white teeth biting into the bottom one. I'd be entertained by the thought of how much my words, my closeness, affect her. But not here, not now. Not when I'm reduced to nothing but a snarling beast by this woman. It's like she's awakened something wild and primal inside me. A savage beast that can only be satisfied once I'm buried deep inside of her. I want to taste her, make her moan and cry out my name, fucking wreck her. Make her come over, and over, and over. Till her voice is raspy. Her body, limp. Her gaze hazed over. I need to taste her sweet pussy juices, feel the walls of her cunt clamp on my dick, spill myself inside her endless times. I need to fucking breed her raw with my seed. My entire being pulsates with the need to hear my name fall from her lips. Whispered, moaned, begging, demanding more, crying out until she's all fucking mine.

Who the fuck is this man?! I don't fucking do this type of shit! Women have a purpose in my life. Good company, mutual satisfaction. No strings. Ever. I scoff. Looks like a brand new kind of ever just started in my life. Fuck.

For twenty-five years, I've been driven by nothing but revenge. A primal, visceral thirst for blood. For a very specific blood. That of the evil man who betrayed and murdered my father. The dishonorable man I thought took everything from me. My family, my peace, my right to happiness, my mentor, my role model, my beloved Otousan. For most of my life, I lived for nothing but the day when I would finally slit the throat of the vile snake who stabbed his own brother in the back to assuage his own hunger for power.

And now? In this moment? Ever since I met this woman? I still feel the need to fulfill my duty. It's an intricate part of me. It will happen. Has to. Kaoru Watanabe was too great a man for his untimely death to remain unpunished.

But I can feel the change in my very bones. I'm no longer a dark heart beating for the sole purpose of ripping apart the man who killed my father. I'm a man who's destined to build a life and a family. With this woman.

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"Will you let me?" I lick the side of her neck, unable to contain myself. Have to taste her. "Will you let me get my dirty gangsta hands all over you, sweet thing?" I bite her on the same spot. Not hard. Just enough to test the softness of her skin, and for her to feel the sharpness of my teeth. Then I soothe the sting with another passage of my tongue. "Will you let me slide my tongue inside you and lick you clean?" She moans loudly, grabbing my shoulders tight. And I feel the dull bite of her nails through the layers of my clothes. "Will you, baby? Let Papa Ken rub his big dick all over your beautiful body? Feed you my cock inch by fucking inch, till I'm down your throat?" Her whimpers and my gruff, crude words fill the small space of the cabin.

"Oh My God, Kenji," she whimpers, framing my face between her delicate hands and pulling my mouth to hers for another hungry kiss.

We fucking devour each other, Nia's legs widespread, my hard-rock cock rubbing up and down along her soaked panties, her hips rolling in tandem, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me impossibly tighter, the sting at my scalp sending electric jolts directly to my balls. Fuck! This woman… this connection…

The elevator dings on the penthouse floor, pulling us out of this incredible moment. I detach my mouth from Nia's, resting my forehead on hers, our labored breathing mingling.

"You're fucking perfect," I growl.

"Kenji," she breathes my name like a reverent prayer. "What are you doing to me?"

I chuckle, low and dark. "Could ask you the exact same thing, baby." I press a brief kiss to her swollen lips. "Come."

Taking her hand, I guide her into my place. The heavy metal doors close behind us, cutting from the world. This is my sanctuary. No one walks in without my express permission. And my men know to only let very few up here. We're safe. Alone. And I'm gonna take my sweet fucking time claiming my woman. But first I need to know she understands what's happening, what she's in for. Facing her again, I take her hands in mine and look straight into her big brown eyes.

"Do you feel it, too?" She nods. "Talk to me," I demand. My lips quirk up to one side when her gorgeous face scrunches into an unhappy frown at my bossy tone. I bow my head slightly, adding an amused, "please."

Nia huffs before conceding. "I feel it." Seeing I'm about to press her for details, she rolls her eyes before adding, "my entire body is burning for you. I've never in my life even imagined feeling something like this. It's like I'm burning from the inside out. I fucking need you." I just keep staring at her, fascinated by the words that mirror my own state or ravenousness. "And I know it's not just physical. Not just something that will go away after we fuck." She wraps her fingers at the base of my neck, sliding them through my overlong hair, pulling me again to press her full lips to mine in a brief but branding kiss, the swipe of her tongue making my eyelids fall closed for a second. "I know you're mine."