Page 4 of Yakuza Book Boyfriend

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.”

Five

Nia

I don’t know who the fuck that queen was. That boss lady who just told her man he’s hers. Nope, never met her a day in my life. Well, that’s a lie. I’m that woman at work, getting shit done, protecting my social cases like I’m a Momma Bear and they’re my cubs. I’m her with my family and friends. Ready to rip off the head of anyone who might hurt them. But in my love life? I’ve always been cautious, distant. Never met a man I felt I could fully open to. I’ve been having fun since I started dating in my late teens. Crushes, emotions I sometimes mistook for love, both good and bad sex. But it was all somewhat… remote. But tonight? With this man? I let out a tiny huff of a laugh, shaking my head. I feel compelled to give it ALL. Not only my starving body, but also all the love my heart can. All the attention, the devotion, the care, the support. Unconditionally. From my very soul.

I tighten my grip through the silky strands of his beautiful ebony hair and purr, “now stop asking for my fucking consent. You have it. One thousand percent. And I know I have yours. Fucking show me, already.”

He bursts out laughing. It’s loud, deep, pure, beautiful. Contagious and arousing. My man is so fucking hot…

But you know what they say, be careful what you wish for… Before I can recover from the effect of Kenji’s heavenly bark of laughter, he slides his big hands under my thick ass and lifts me up. Bending, he hoists me up his shoulders, his mouth in direct contact with my soaked panties and the even wetter pussy they’re clinging to! The lace molded to my engorged folds. I yelp, fisting his hair with one hand and raising the other in hope to find my grasp, but the ceiling is way too high. This motherfucker is gonna drop me! From all his six feet plus of giant-ness! Shit! But before I can spiral into panic, he takes a step forward, pressing my back to a wall. Then the fun fucking resumes…

His midnight eyes never leaving mine, Ken runs the tip of his straight, masculine nose along my damp, lace-covered slit, inhaling my scent. Then his tongue takes the same path. Slow, steady, strong… Fuuuuck…. He laps me with the flat of his strong tongue, then sucks the moisture from my thong, pulling the fabric tighter over my hot, pulsing flesh. Making me exhale, “oh fuck…” I can’t see his lower face, but his eyes brighten with a twinkle. This time, I let out a coarse, “asshole…” And I see his broad shoulders ripple with a brief laughter.

Kenji keeps sucking, licking, rubbing his nose over my pussy, and just plain driving me fucking insane. And I keep moaning, yelling, crying out his name, smothering his head between my trembling thighs, and pulling on his hair. It’s fucking glorious. And we haven’t even undressed yet. Then he moves his mouth higher and sucks on my clit. In a direct attack that sends a zing of pleasure coursing throughout my entire body. Good Lord in Heaven! No messing around, no fucking fumbling. My clit, his full, firm lips, suction. My orgasm fucking explodes before I can even fully understand what’s happening. Fucking fireworks that shake me from head-to-toe, wreck me inside out, my pussy contracting, rippling with pleasure, weeping to be filled at the same time as my clit sparks under Ken’s mouth. And he doesn’t let go. Not until I’m fucking spent. Done for. I feel myself sag against his body. My chest lowering on top of his head, arms limp, legs only still wrapped over his massive shoulders because he’s holding them there. He finally stops his appreciative humming noises and lowers me into his arms, chuckling. “I got you, sweet thing.” He fucking better! Cause the man literally just sucked the life out of me.

I snuggle into his broad chest, feeling surrounded by his warmth, bathing in the delicious scent of him. Woodsy, dark, masculine. Amazing. And the way he effortlessly carries my big ass? Fuck me. This man.

My eyelids flutter open after a few more seconds of recovering from the great clit-sucking orgasm. And I finally look around. Ken’s walking us through a long hallway with doors on each side of it. A collection of knives, swords, and a variety of bladed weapons hang on the walls. They look artisanal, made of different metals, woods, and shapes. Some are hand-sized, others stretch the length of the wall. Some are ornamented with jewels, others kept behind glass. They’re all beautiful and the ensemble is fascinating.

“You collect blades?” I ask curiously.

He hums. “I do. That’s my specialty. I’m a blade master. My nickname is Katana.” His gaze is intense, unwavering. “You understand what kind of man I am?” I nod. “Good. It won’t be easy.” I nod again. “But you’ll always come first.” His eyes are fierce as the oath leaves his lips. “You and our little ones.” Oh My God, is this man real?

I finally manage to answer, “okay.”

“Good.” He presses a kiss to my forehead before kicking open the door at the end of the hallway.

We walk into a huge master bedroom that looks exactly how I would have pictured Kenji’s private space. All heavy dark woods, thick carpets, floor-to-ceiling windows. An immense bed facing the coastal view. Sober, elegant, masculine, luxurious.

He sits me on the bed and straightens, facing me. I watch in fascination as his massive shoulders roll to let his jacket drop off his body. I feel like a snake facing its charmer. Kenji’s dark eyes stay glued to mine while he toes off his gorgeous leather dress shoes, makes quick work of pulling his socks off, and undoes his cufflinks. I instinctively lick my suddenly dry lips. I catch glimpses of bronze skin and swirls of ink through the open sleeves. Then he proceeds to torturously slowly undo the buttons of his shirt. Popping them one at a time. Like the greatest, sexiest, most enticing male stripper. Magic who?! He runs the tip of his tongue over his full bottom lip and I almost pass out. Holy hotness, Batman!

The shirt joins the jacket on the floor and my eyes can’t decide where to look. His striking face, all sharp angles, cut cheekbones and jaw, fucking sexy mouth surrounded by a hint of stubble. That longish, glossy jet black hair. The corded lines of his neck, where his tattoos start. The square, broad shoulders that are usually my favorite thing in a man. But with this one? There’s just too much goodness! His bulging pecs, with dark, quarter-sized nipples that make my mouth water. His long torso ends in a mind-numbing six-pack, that magically tapers into the Adonis belt to end all Vs. Sharp hip bones and cut, defined muscles galore. This can’t be real. How is this happening to me? How am I here right now? With this perfect specimen of pure manliness…

Six

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