Free Owned by the Yakuza: A Japanese Mafia Bad Boy Romance by Ariel London Page A

gentle strokes, bringing me to the edge and then denying me release. Over and over.
    I was worked into a frenzy by the time he decided to give me more.
    Without warning, he plunged a finger inside me, pulled out and then pushed in two. My body opened to him easily. I felt hot and dizzy. I needed a release.
    As if reading my mind, Tadao spoke. “Does my girl need to cum?”
    I nodded, moaning as he curled his fingers upwards, pressing his fingertips against a sensitive spot.
    The gentle strokes became hard, plunging in and out of me and stretching me open. He leaned down, breathing against my neck and then biting.
    As his teeth scraped my skin, my body tensed and buckled as I came. I wriggled against the bonds that tied my hands above my head, but I was helpless. He pushed inside deeper as I had consecutive orgasms. When I was finally spent, he withdrew his hand.
    I could smell the sex around us.
    “Do you think you can manage one more?” Tadao asked, stroking his manhood with his hand that was slick with my juices.
    “Please,” I managed to whisper. “Use me until you’re satisfied.”
    “Now that is something I love to hear.” Tadao knelt over me, stroking the soft flesh of my inner thighs. “You’re so perfect, Oriana, and you’re all mine.”
    Tadao thrust inside me. The brief pause had relaxed me, now my pussy was tight around him again. He bore down on me, pumping in and out of me like a beast. He propped himself up with his hands on either side of my head, holding my arms and staring into my eyes as he ravaged me.
    The look in his eyes was enough to bring me to the edge. His breaths were hard, interrupted by the occasional groan. He lowered himself down and kissed me, untying the knot around my wrists.
    I wrapped my arms against him, tracing lines down his back with my fingernails.
    It was as if time stood still. I looked at him, catching a glimpse of my own reflection shining in his dark brown eyes. This is what a true connection felt like. Our souls becoming one, tied together in knots at our cores.
    The pace intensified. Tadao grabbed my ass and held me as he hammered away.
    Jolts of pleasure rippled through my body. I tried to arch and rub against him, but I was a captive in his arms.
    He was getting close. His breath was straining, as if he never wanted to stop. Tadao brushed his lips across my cheek and down to my neck, where he bit into the curve between my shoulder and neck.
    The pain was enough to send me over the edge. I moaned, pressing my hands against his hard muscles.
    Tadao held me against him as he came, shooting seed, again and again, gasping with every spasm. He set me back down on the sofa, sweat glistening on our bodies.
    I blinked dreamily, basking in the afterglow. I barely noticed when he pushed himself off the sofa to go to the washroom.
    “Oriana. Why are your suitcases packed?”
    I was snapped out of my post-sex daze.
    Tadao must have seen the mess in my room on his way back from the bathroom. He stood there, shirtless, leaning against the wall and waiting for my answer. I doubted inviting him over to the sofa for round two would help in this situation. He had the plane ticket in his fist.
    “Well,” I chose my words carefully. “One of my Aunts from Scotland called and she wanted to see me. She just heard about my parents and she thought that maybe it would be a good time to get together.”
    “Get together,” Tadao said flatly. “Are you forgetting about the debt that you owe the Himura-gumi? Or were you planning on catching the next flight out of here to get out of our deal?” His eyes grew dark. “Don’t play with me like that, Oriana.”
    I swallowed hard, standing up to dress. I felt his eyes on me as I pulled my clothes on quickly.
    “Oriana, look at me.”
    I turned around, staring him in the eye. I wouldn’t let him know that he was scaring me. I couldn’t look intimidated or he would win.
    “You were going to leave without telling me?”
    “I wasn’t aware