Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33054 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“Out,” he orders before stepping into the room. He continues to hold the door open. “Everyone.” His eyes never leave me. The hairstylist and makeup artist who were packing up already grab their things and do as they're told, rushing from the room.
Butterflies fill my stomach, and heat forms between my thighs. I love when he loses control when it comes to me. He’s been doing it a lot lately. His mouth has kissed every inch of my skin.
“My job here is done.” Brigitte smirks as she follows the other two women out. Kazuo shuts the door behind them. The lock clicking loudly into place is the only sound in the room.
“You’re very handsome in your tux,” I tell him, licking my lips. Too handsome, actually.
I bet women throw themselves at him all the time at these kinds of events. I’ve heard in passing that Kazuo doesn’t take offers of marriage from families, but I bet people still send them. They probably offer him astronomical dowries to marry their daughters.
“I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
“What?” I ask, confused. My heart sinks. “I can’t go?” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip when it starts to tremble. I want to seem strong to Kazuo. A woman that is worthy to stand at his side. In three swift steps, Kazuo closes the space between us.
“You’re going to get me into trouble, little rebel.” He pulls my bottom lip out from my teeth with his thumb.
“You? I’m the one who gets into trouble around here,” I try to tease. His fingers trail across my jaw and down my neck. I love how rough his fingers feel against my skin.
“People are going to look at you.” His touch feathers across my breasts, making them grow heavy with need.
“You’re the one that’s unmissable. I bet the women all clamor for your attention. How many offers of marriage have you gotten?” I raise my chin, trying to pretend jealousy isn’t eating me alive.
“I don’t entertain marriage offers,” he grumbles.
“That’s not what I asked, and you know it.”
“It doesn’t matter.” He makes a grab for me. I let out a small squeal of surprise. His hold on me is tight, almost to the point of being painful. His eyes have turned a bit wild. I've noticed that happening a lot lately.
My Kazuo has a problem with his control. Especially when it comes to me. I’ve noticed he can be a bit irrational at times. That should worry me. Maybe even scare me, but it doesn’t. What it does do is give me hope, and more than that, it makes me feel needed by him. I pray that he needs me more than anything else in this world. He’ll have to if he plans on us being together forever.
He carries me over to the bed, placing me down onto it. “My dress.”
“Pull it up,” he orders. He goes for his belt. “Now!” he snaps, spurring me into action. I’m not one to be bossed around easily, but when Kazuo uses that tone, my body falls under his control. The need to please him rides me hard.
I grab the bottom of my dress, pulling it all the way up to bunch around my waist, revealing my silk panties to him. A deep, sexy rumble comes from him when he sees them.
“Kazuo,” I whimper, needing him.
“Pull them to the side. If you want to go tonight, it will be with my mark all over you. You’ll smell of me. It’s the only way I’ll make it through this night, knowing all eyes will be on what’s mine.”
Holy crap. I pull my panties to the side as I watch Kazuo begin to stroke himself. His eyes eat up every inch of me as he angrily jacks his cock off. The sight is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Please.” I beg for relief, my clit throbbing for attention.
“Mei.” He groans my name as he starts to come.
It sprays across my sex and thighs before he starts to rub it into my skin. His fingers play with my clit in the process. It doesn’t take me much to go off. I cry out his name as he marks me.
As much as I love it, the ache doesn’t fully go away. I adore his mark on me and wear it proudly, but no one can truly see it. I want him to claim me for all to see and know.
He still hasn’t taken my virginity. Each day, that fact fills me with more and more doubt about what it means for us. Does he fear my father or not care for the idea of me as a wife? He's made it clear he doesn’t want marriage. It’s likely a mix of it all. I can’t help but have those things creep into my mind.