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I lower the waistband of my sweatpants, pull her forward, and line myself up. She’s still breathing heavily, still dazed when I push inside her wet, hot pussy. Tight. Fucking perfect.

Maryam’s nails dig into my arms, her full lips parting on a gasp. I groan, burying myself to the hilt. Her body clenches around me, sucking me in deeper. I pull back, thrust hard, watching the way her face twists in pleasure. She’s completely mine.

I grip her hips, pin her down, fucking her slow and deep. She whimpers, tilts her head back, hands grabbing at me like she can’t get enough. I grip her jaw, force her to look at me.

“Eyes on me, baby.” My voice is rough. Demanding. Maryam whimpers, barely able to keep them open. I grunt. “That’s it. Take me.”

Her nails drag down my back, her body tightening, gripping me like she never wants me to stop. And I don’t. Not until she’sscreaming my name, her body writhing under me, her pleasure pulling me right over the edge with her.

I groan, thrusting deep one last time, spilling inside her, claiming her completely. She’s still trembling when I pull her against me, my hand smoothing down her back. She buries her face in my chest, her breaths slowing, sated.

I kiss the top of her head. “You don’t make breakfast without waking me.”

She giggles against my skin. “Yes, sir, Mr. Watanabe.”

“Smartass.”

I smirk, flipping her so she’s bent over the counter now. Maryam’s eyes widen. I kiss her slow. Deep.

“Gonna make sure I keep you too busy to leave the bed.”

Chapter 13

MARYAM

I should be paying attention to the wedding vows. Tessa is a beautiful bride. And Ryu is staring at her like she hung the stars. But I’m distracted. Because my own Yakuza boyfriend is sitting next to me, one arm stretched across the back of my chair, fingers casually playing with the ends of my hair. My eyes flick to him. He’s not watching the ceremony. He’s watching me.

I raise a brow. “What?”

His lips curve slightly. “You’re thinking about it.”

“Thinking about what?”

His smirk deepens. “Our wedding.”

My eyes widen, I sputter, then whisper-shout, “excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

I stare at him. “I—are you actually—”

He leans in, voice low, eyes intense.

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RIKU

I can practically see the wheels turning in her head. She tries to hide it. Sipping her drink. Avoiding my gaze. Pretending like the idea isn’t sitting somewhere deep in her chest, taking root. It’s adorable. I shift closer, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“You’ll look fucking beautiful in a white dress.” Maryam stiffens. I trail a finger down her thigh, just to watch her shiver. “Love the idea of you walking down the aisle to me.” She swallows hard. “Knowing you’re officially mine. Letting everyone know.”

She exhales sharply.

I smile softly. “Take your time, baby. I’ll be right here.”

She wipes at the corners of her eyes. “You’re crazy.”

“Andyou’regoing to marry me.”

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