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“Hai.” His eyes trail down. My gaze follows. The kimono has fallen open. Reaching between us he pushes the robe open farther exposing my double D mounds to his gaze. The rapid Japanese and the nuance of dialect tells me it is in fact his brother or someone else close to him.
Idly he begins to stroke my breast as he talks and listens to the other person on the phone. My pussy clenches and floods when he thumbs my nipples. I’m clutching the table his dinner all but forgotten. My other hand is curled into his dress shirt. I could feel his hard length pulsing beneath my ass. It takes everything in me not to grind myself against him like some needy fiend needing a fix.
I catch the name Thad in the discourse realizing this whole conversation has something to do with my young cousin. A hard steady twist on my nipple has me creaming and so close to orgasm. I’m squirming and panting.
“I’ll see to it,” Hisashi affirms before hanging up and turning to me. “I’d like to finish my dinner now.”
Ignoring the coldness of his words and his cool assessment of me I do as he bids. If he’s aware of my discomfort or the reasons for it, he doesn’t let that deter him from eating nearly every morsel I feed him.
“I’m done,” he tells me. Again a servant, this time a man comes, replaces food with a whiskey decanter, two glasses, and a black box.
When he leaves, I pour the drinks as I know he expects in traditional fashion. I see the way his eyes flash in approval. Something inside — that needy little bitch of his, preens from his tacit approval.
He nods to the box. Opening it I see three neatly rolled cigarillos and a titanium lighter. I take one long slender joint out along with the lighter. Placing it on my mouth I notice it’s cold. Lighting the bottom I puff. The florid aroma of weed fills the night around us. Blowing the smoke out I pass it to him.
Relaxing back he takes draws on it exhaling the smoke out of his nose, tilting his head back.
“Are all of you Loves bound by treachery?” The way he asks so casually takes me a moment to realize he’s insulting me.
“It seems hacking our plant isn’t enough for your cousin. He’s determined to destroy everything we’ve built in this community never mind the thousands of jobs he’s going to cost. He’s used Krie’s closeness to my brother to further his goals. Only now she’s left to pay in full for his sins. It seems she no longer has to suffer that burden alone.”
“What do you mean?” My voice trembles. At his words all of the heat rising in my body gutters as my heart is pounding in my chest, my ears. Tummy plummeting, I take in the dark cast of his face along with the sheer menace in his face.
“It’s simple. Thaddeus Love’s fate rests not only in Krie’s acquiesce to my brother’s desires but your compliance to mine.”
Chapter
Ten
Hisashi
“Tonight,”Hewhispers.
“Tonight.” Lifting my neck, I swipe the growing beard from my face with the blade of the straight razor. Quiet pride races through me. A decade ago, I couldn’t trust myself with such a task. Too tempted to bathe myself in my own blood or that of others.
The deadness I felt was a companion for far too long. Thinking of the burdens I’d placed on Kiyoshi, all the grief and turmoil I’d left him to deal with alone. The guilt still is a constant companion. Inconvenient for one like me, a pure psychopath but the fallacy about us is that we feel nothing. The opposite is actually true for those we’ve connected with. We care too much. Have been known to love them to death. Once we have decided a person is ours, they are so — irrecoverably. For me, Kiyoshi, mysister, and the unfortunate little soul who is now my wife all fall into that sphere.
The myriad of times he’s told me he doesn’t blame me. The forgiveness I insisted on seeking to his chagrin and mortification. None of it ever feels enough to repay him for saving me. What I needed of him. I was an emaciated husk when he finally hunted down the shadow facility I was confined. Needless to say, the Sagumo Hospital for Mental Care no longer exists nor do any of the staff directly in charge of mycare.The way my brother carried me, carried this family in the face of my father’s death at his own hands, is something I will never be able to atone for.
Nor will Taylor’s abandonment in the midst of it all ever be forgiven. I remind myself leaving the bathroom to go into my closet to retrieve a suit for this special outing.
Inspecting the custom black on black silk with invisible seams, so my hypersensitive skin won’t feel the thread work, I draw out the slacks slipping into them. The tailored fit is exactly to my specifications, with the right amount of room for my dick. Leaving them open, I get the dress shirt buttoned and tuck it in along with my t-shirt into my boxers, then button and zip my pants. I look at the floor-length mirror, taking careful inventory. Perfection is a must for this evening. I want my little nemesis’s experience to be exactly what she deserves — just a taste of hope before I snatch it back and leave her begging for what could have been.
After the careful assessment and making minor adjustments to my hair adding a bit more pomade to tame some errant locks of my jet-black locks, I brush it back making sure it shines.
After applying the citrus, smokey cologne I know she loved those many years ago, I grab my suit jacket, snatching my key fob off the counter so I can leave. I pause at the threshold of my bedroom. Midnight black silk sheets, a board framed teakplatform as close to the floor without being a mat. Ten years of loneliness. Ten years of penance. No peace. Abandoned by the woman I’m about to give the night of her life.
I look away from the reminder of my failure and her betrayal closing the door behind me with an ominous click of what awaits when I return to this room alone.
“Keep her,” heinsists.
“Not yet. Soon.” My words brook no argument.He’stamer now that I’ve had my injection.
He’squiet, trying to be good, hoping I’ll lethimout to play or lying in wait for me to lay down my guard or have a break, I’ve vowed it will never come. I have too many safeguards in place now; a brother who knows to never allow me to go down that road again. I’d rather die. I’d take that fucking blade from earlier and slit my own throat. My medication is perfect now that I’ve found the proper therapy regimen. I meant to prove them all wrong when they locked me away and I haven’t failed yet. Well, not since, and I don’t intend to. There is too much at stake like Taylor Takeda’s delicious punishment.
Taking the knowledge, I stride down corridor after corridor going into higher levels into which I deliberately separated us into in case the temptation becomes too great. Like I said, safeguards. If the need to fuck her to death takes me. The very long walk to her set of suites will give me time to reassess and burn off some of the rage and lust I feel for her. Not to mention I thrive in darkness and she is the light. She is like a flower needing the sun and I’m a serpent wanting the cool comfort of his cave.
The path to her rooms blooms with natural light and though she hasn’t been on this side of the door since I brought her to my hidden mansion, I can still almost smell a hint of her fragrance. I lick my tongue out as if to taste and there’s just a hint of vanilla-rose in the air. I don’t know what aphrodisiac they put inthe compound. I’ve heard it whispered as witchcraft, not one to dismiss anything with my family history. All I know, on the Love women it makes men reckless. However, me taking her wasn’t spurred by the scent it was written when she broke faith.
