Page 32 of Bound By the Yakuza

“Please, I need you now. It feels like an eternity since I’ve had you inside me.”

I chuckled as I ran my hands up her body, stopping to squeeze her softness. I pulled the shirt up and over her head and then leaned down to lick her nipples. She shuddered as I took one in my mouth and sucked gently.

Next, I pulled off my boxers and positioned myself between her legs. She was wet and ready to be filled up. Her eyes were begging for it. I pushed the head of my throbbing cock against her opening, teasing for another moment before plunging myself down in a single thrust.

Karina gasped as her body stretched to take me inside.

I held her hips, pumping in and out hard. I sandwiched her body between the futon and my own body. I wanted to touch every inch of her has we fucked. Beads of sweat appeared on our skin and gleamed in the warm light.

“Oh, God, Tatsuya,” She gasped and her eyes rolled back.

I knew that look. I arched up a fraction so the head of my cock would rub against her g-spot. We had only been together for a short while, but I knew her body inside and out. I grabbed her ass, pushing in deep and hard. I knew her fair skin would be marked with red hand prints by the time I was done with her.

An amazing moan escaped her lips and her pussy clenched around me. Her entire body quaked with orgasm. She gasped for air and clutched my shoulders as the tremors subsided.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I growled and pushed inside of her again. I rammed against her. My balls were heavy with cum; it was time to claim her.

I released my cum just as she rocked with another powerful g-spot orgasm. I groaned as I filled her up, shooting my hot seed deep inside her and not letting a single drop escape. I held her close to me as our pulses slowed and the afterglow enveloped us.

I thought Karina might fall asleep after the two huge orgasms she had, but she seemed wide awake now. “What are you thinking about?” I asked.

Karina was staring at the ceiling. She turned her attention to me. “Oh, just wondering how I need to handle my family and the Bratva.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

She wiggled closer and kissed my cheek. “Tatsuya, I don’t want to go back to Russia. I’m so happy here in Tokyo. I’m happy with you. I don’t want to hide from my family forever and I don’t want our relationship to be a secret. That’s no way to live.”

I nodded.

Not telling anyone about her was eating me up inside. Sure, Kaoru knew something was up, but I hadn’t given any details to anyone else. The gang was having a bit of a gaijin trend, and after all the shit-talking I had done before I knew I would get razed for having a white girlfriend. I wasn’t ashamed of her, but I was ashamed of my attitude before. I had learned so much these past few weeks. Most importantly, I had learned about what it was like to actually care for someone besides myself.

I noticed a hickey on her neck and kissed the red mark.

Karina sighed happily. “Hey, Tatsuya?” She said.

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

My heart froze in my chest. So many times we had come close to saying it. I could feel it. We were too scared to open up. In that way, she and I were the same. I didn’t believe my ears at first. She finally opened up all the way to me.

“Karina,” I started. My mouth went dry. How long had I been dying my feelings to even myself? I knew deep down how I felt, but I didn’t want to be weak. “Karina,” I repeated. “I love you too.”

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KARINA

ONE MONTH LATER…

The previously run-down building was coming along nicely.

It had been over a month since the situation with the cops and everything was coming together. I had reopened the top floor as the massage parlor. I couldn’t bear to think about what would happen to Coco-chan and the others if they had lost their jobs. Recovering from a life on the edge put them in a precarious position and the end of the parlor might have sent them back to the dark side.

Tatsuya had dealt with the landlord who only got a slap on the wrist. Under Tatsuya’s urging, I secured money from my old accounts and bought the small building outright. We were converting the bottom floor to a dance studio and a barre fitness club.

My stiletto heels clicked on the boards that were protecting the new floor from paint and dust. The renovation company worked tirelessly to have it up in record time.

“It’s almost ready,” Tastuya said from behind me.

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