Page 104 of Brutal Unionn
I pause for a second bursting into a consuming level of laughter that Aoi shortly joins me in, and right as we’re mid-giggle, as Aoi reaches for a final touch of gold across my collarbone, the door clicks.
Sho leans into the room, one hand still on the doorframe, the other shoved into his pocket like he owns the air we’re breathing. His shirt is unbuttoned just enough to hint at what lies beneath, and his eyes flick between us with an unreadable glint.
“Aoi,” he says smoothly, “could I have a moment alone with her?”
Aoi doesn’t respond immediately—her hand still lingers near my skin, and for the briefest second, I see her fingers curl as if she doesn’t want to leave. But she rises gracefully, smoothing her skirt and dipping her head.
“Of course,” she says.
And before she walks out, she leans toward me, just close enough to whisper, “Don’t let him win too easily.”
Then she’s gone, the door sliding shut behind her with a soft click.
Sho takes a few steps in. That smile—the one that says he already knows what I’m thinking—curls across his mouth.
“You clean up nice, Hime,” he murmurs, voice low and charged.
“Don’t touch me,” I snap, looking into the tiny mirror across from me. “Aoi just finished.”
Sho steps fully into the room, closing the door behind him, as he kneels down behind me. His fingers graze the nape of my neck—warm, calloused, and too familiar—as he studies the high knot pinned at the crown of my head. The same knot Aoi carefully constructed only moments ago.
“You sure, because Ireallywant to mess it up,” he murmurs, his breath brushing my skin like a warning, “ and besides I think I know the male gaze better than Aoi does. Like this for example, I love the top knot. Itistraditional…”
His fingers slide into the base of the knot, gently teasing the pinsloose.
“But you’d look so much better with your hair down.”
One by one, the pins drop into his palm with quiet metallic clicks. Then my hair tumbles down in a silken cascade, sliding over my bare shoulders, framing my face like a veil of temptation. His fingers don’t stop—they comb through it slowly, reverently, as if every strand tells a story only he’s allowed to read.
Then he leans in.
His lips find the curve of my neck, just beneath my ear, and kiss the spot slowly—once, twice—before trailing lower. Each kiss is warm, deliberate, laced with both heat and possession. His mouth lingers at the hollow of my throat.
I don't move. Not yet. Not even as my pulse hammers beneath his mouth.
His hand slides down my spine, fingers grazing the curve of my lower back before he grips my hip roughly, pulling me flush against him. I can feel him already hard, pressing insistently against me through the layers of fabric separating us. My breath hitches—sharp and audible—and his lips curve into a smirk against my skin.
“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” His voice is low, a rumble that vibrates through me, setting every nerve on edge.
“Should I?” I tease breathlessly, though my knees are already shaky.
He doesn’t answer. Instead, his fingers tighten in my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back, exposing my neck to his hungry mouth. His teeth graze the sensitive skin there, and a shiver races down my spine. His other hand cups my ass,squeezing firmly as he grinds against me, the friction sending sparks of heat straight to my core.
He pulls back slightly, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “Lay down.”
The command is simple but loaded, and I don’t hesitate. I step backward until my legs hit the edge of the low Japanese-style bed, dropping down onto the soft cushions. He follows immediately, his body hovering over mine, one hand braced beside my head while the other fists in my hair again. The tug sends a thrill through me, mixing pleasure with a hint of pain that only heightens the anticipation.
His lips crash onto mine, hot and demanding, swallowing the gasp that escapes me. His tongue slips past my lips, tangling with mine in a kiss that feels less like affection and more like domination. I moan into his mouth, my hands gripping his bare shoulders, feeling the muscles tense beneath my fingers as he shifts above me.
He breaks the kiss long enough to yank my kimono robe open, the fabric spilling to either side of my body but not fully removed. His eyes rake over me, taking in the sight of my bare skin beneath the silk, and I can see the hunger in his gaze. It’s almost feral.
“Keep it on,” he growls, settling between my thighs. His hand slides up my leg, pushing the hem of the robe higher until it bunches around my hips. His fingers brush against my panties, damp already from the intensity of his touch, and he groans low in his throat.
“You’re always so ready for me.”His words are almost a purr, and they send a fresh wave of heat flooding through me. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my legs and tossing them aside without anotherthought. Then his hand is back, sliding over my skin, parting my folds with a single finger that presses against my clit in slow, deliberate circles.
I gasp, arching into his touch, my nails digging into his shoulders as he teases me relentlessly. His mouth finds mine again, swallowing my moans as his fingers work me closer and closer to the edge. But just as I’m about to tip over, he pulls away, leaving me trembling and desperate.
“Sho,” I whimper, my voice cracking with need.
