Page 17 of Bound By the Yakuza

Letting her use me was the hottest thing I had ever done. She came over and over, each time getting more and more desperate for the pleasure. Her wetness oozed out from in between us and trickled down my thigh.

I was close, but I didn’t want her to stop yet. I clenched my abs and hissed through clenched teeth. She was so fucking hot. All I wanted to do was blow my load in her. But tonight I would be a gentleman, and let her decide when she was ready to take it.

Karina’s eyes fluttered open. “It’s so good,” She panted. She leaned down to kiss me.

I nipped at her lips. “Take as much as you need, angel,” I whispered against her mouth. Her hair fell around us. I reached around and gently pressed my finger against her asshole. The sensation sent a wave through her. Her body rocked against mine.

My cock twitched. My balls ached for release. “Are you going to let me take you now, my dear?”

Karina opened her eyes and bit her lower lip. “Do you want to?”

Did she even need to ask? I chuckled. In one motion I took her in my arms, flipped her over and buried myself deep insider her. The new angle made us both gasp. I rutted down hard. Her pussy was so wet. My cock moved in and out of her like a machine; I pounded deeper and harder with every stroke.

With a roar I emptied myself inside her, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep into her body. I pulled out and more erupted onto her inner thighs.

I should have been spent but my hard cock still twitched for more.

Karina saw my need and grinned. She lowered herself down to me and took my thickness into her mouth. She sucked hard, cleaning every drop of our combined juices off me. The sensation of her tongue was enough to urge one last burst of cum from my body.

When we finally pulled our bodies away from each other, Karina let out a long, soft sigh. “Tatsuya,” She smiled.

The sound of my name of her lips gave me chills. “Yes, my dear?”

Karina’s fingers traced the irezumi tattoos that marked my skin. “These are amazing,” She said while touching the delicate black lines.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Do all yakuza members have these?”

“Most of them,” I explained. “But people with tattoos are discriminated against here, that's why most people try to keep them out of sight.”

“Not you?” Her fingers wandered over my chest, where a thin strip of pale skin could still be seen between the dark ink.

I shook my head and pulled her closer. “I know what I am. I don’t hide it from anyone. There’s people in this world that try to hide from their darkness; they try to be someone they’re not. But I know exactly what I am.” A murderer. My mind never gave me any peace.

Karina bit her bottom lip and our eyes locked. “What are you, Tatsuya?”

“Tell me your secret, and I’ll tell you mine.”

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KARINA

“Tell me your secret, and I’ll tell you mine.”

I chuckled. I knew this was coming. He was too smart to keep in ignorance forever. Every time we came close to talking about my past, I had changed the subject. Now he had me cornered.

Tatsuya grinned, and I melted. “Alright, I suppose I owe you that much,” I said.

I took a deep breath and cuddled into the crook of his arm. My fingers traced along the tattoos of demons across his chest. “I’m part of a Bratva family. The Russia mob. I came here to escape an arranged marriage my dad was trying to force on me.”

Tatsuya was silent for a moment. “I’m sorry your family was pressuring you like that.”

I baulked at his response. “Wait, you’re not surprised?”

The yakuza shrugged. “Well, I mean, of course I am. But as soon as you said it, it all made sense. Excellent in combat, smart, multi-lingual, business-minded. You would be a mafia heiress. That’s just my luck.” He laughed.

I couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah, I guess so.” It felt as if someone had lifted a huge weight off of me. No one knew about my past here, but now I could share the burden.

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