It’s been three days since my blowout with my father. Mayu, Hachiro, and I have been staying at the beach house. However, I’ve not spent much time there, having crashed with Trevor and Sebastian for a couple of days. It was fun and a good way to relax. Also, Trevor made the minor repairs to my baby after the whole crashing through the gate. And it lets Mayu and Hachiro have the place to themselves.
Let them play house. It’ll be good for them. And me getting away from the compound was good for me. To get away from my father and the urge to slit his throat. My blade still thirsts for his blood. Kitsune still desires his head on a pike. But that needed to be thought through. I was planning my rebellion, gathering my followers.
A number in the clan, especially of my generation, was more than willing to follow me instead of my father. I was out in town today meeting with some of them. Make sure they know that I’m not going to hide in the compound, unlike my father. I will handle my business myself. I don’t want to be the person they blindly follow out of a fear of the unknown.
Many of the clan haven’t seen my father's face in the entire time they’ve been with us. I’ve also realized dealing with them that they know the name Kitsune better than Takashi. I’m more infamous or famous than my father within the clan. And while they are apprehensive about following a woman, the fear of Kitsune outweighs their male ego. This is good because anyone who follows me needs to put their egos and patriarchal views aside.
I’d never expected to run into the cop from the protest after meeting with five of my clan that runs things in Chinatown for us. And why I say ran into, I mean literally. That man is solid. And he’s flirty and sexy. I’m digging it. I’m also digging his hair down like this. It’d been under his cap when I saw him last, so I assumed it was short like so many other cops I’ve met.
The scruff on his face was hot too, can imagine how it would feel on my thighs. But the only thing distracting from how hot he looks is the dark circles under his eyes. Something is obviously weighing on him. And I want to ease whatever his troubles are. To lighten his load and make him feel better. It was strange to feel this way.
And even though a meal with a cop is the last thing I should do here, I am sitting at Sam’s Grill with him. I felt uncomfortable when the subject of my parents was the topic. But the way his hand fit with mine and how that smile made my heart flutter was different than anything I’ve ever felt.
Not like I can tell him I’ve been raised to be a killer, to be an assassin for a yakuza clan. I can’t explain that while to him going to see his parents means being doted on and overfed, it’s the total opposite for me. Even when my brother was alive, I wasn’t doted on in that sense. My father pushed me harder than everyone else in the clan to be stronger, faster, more deadly, and of course, smarter than the rest.
So I switched the subject to his family. Glad to talk about his family. Especially after realizing they own the Jade Dragon. He ran his hand through his hair, pulling it back away from his face, obviously embarrassed by his family. Even embarrassed, he looks hot. “So you’ve been? Should I apologize for my mother fussing over you or your friend? Or worse for my father, probably staring at your chest when she’s not looking.” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.
I laughed because when he mentioned looking at my chest, his rich espresso brown eyes were darkening as they looked down at my chest. I know the romper I’m wearing could be zipped up high, but then my tits would feel squished. I prefer my romper zipped just high enough to contain them. Sure it gets me plenty of looks, but I own being sexy.
“You mean like how you are now?” I smirked, ignoring the waitress as she set out our beers. He laughed, shrugging a shoulder. “You caught me. But honestly hard not to. They are on display. If you don’t want me to look…” he started to speak, but I interrupted him with a narrowed look. “I should dress more conservatively?” I scoffed. “I was going to say just tell me, and I’ll do my best to stop looking at such perfection.” he smirked.
I sighed. Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. “Sorry. I’m used to being told I should dress properly. And often, it’s said in the same breath of implying my mother would be disappointed to see how I turned out.” I frowned. “And if it’s not my father berating me for dressing improperly, it’s that dumbass Shinobu.” I rolled my eyes. I really hate Shinobu. Prick deserves that broken wrist. And I’m rather proud that I broke his dominant hand.
Hibiki frowned, reaching across the table, grabbing my hand, engulfing my hand with his warm one, rubbing his thumb across the back of my hand. “First, no one can control how you dress but you. Well, and public decency laws. So I recommend saving public nudity for designated places like nudist beaches or colonies.” He laughed softly, but he was serious. “Second, screw your dad, especially if he tries to leverage your mother’s memory to make you confirm. And I don’t know who Shinobu is to you, but he can go fuck off too.” he smiled.
“That’s the consensus, at least for people whose opinion I care to listen to.” I smiled. “Oh, does that mean I fall into that category? So quickly.” he laughed, letting my hand go as Donna set our food in front of us. “Maybe. Despite that you’re a cop, I’ll admit I feel a connection. But that could be because you're hot and I’m horny. Been a whole….” I glance at my watch. “Seven hours since I last got laid.” I chuckled.
He laughed, whistling. “Seven whole hours? Somehow I’m not the least surprised that you’ve gotten laid so recently. Lucky guy.” he sighed. “Guys, but thanks. You make it sound like you haven’t gotten laid in a while.” I teased using the vinegar on my fish. I was waiting for some comments at my correction that I’ve been with multiple partners. But he said nothing, just dug into his burger.
“A month.” he said after a couple of bites. “A month?” I raised an eyebrow, not sure what that meant. “That’s how long since I got laid.” he shrugged, popping a fry into his mouth. I laughed. He didn’t. He just looked at me with a straight face. “Wait… seriously? I doubt that.” I scoffed. I noticed how our waitress checked him out, even if she was asking about someone else.
“No, I'm serious. I’ve just been busy with work. And with this new case, I got handed a few days ago, that won’t be changing anytime soon.” he sighed before taking a long drink from his beer. It now made sense why he looked tired and needed to release pressure. “Oh, that bad? Sorry to hear. However, it would help if you took time to relieve stress. Sex is a great way of doing that, you know.” I smirked, picking up the longest fry in the pile, and slowly slipped it into my mouth.
I laughed as he groaned, licking his lips, eyes darkening as they focused on my lips. “Oh fuck. That’s not fair. And the fact I’ve seen you deepthroat… damn, these pants feel too tight.” he shook his head while adjusting his pants. I laughed as I licked the salt from the fry from my lips.
“That you did. And maybe if you play your cards right, I might be willing to rest your counter and help you relieve whatever stress this new case has you under.” I winked. “And have I been playing my cards, right?” he asked, taking the last bite of his burger. “So far. Think you could actually handle me?” I arched an eyebrow. “I think I can. Or I like to think I can. You seem to be more into multiple partners. But like I said before, my cuffs are at home. Be happy to use them unofficially.” he winked.
Squeezing my thighs, I bit my bottom lip, remembering what I’d thought about when we locked eyes after the protest. Having him put me in cuffs and fuck me hard while reading me my rights. “Will you read me my rights too?” I teased. “Only if you waive the right to remain silent. I would want to hear even the softest breathy moan you’d make.” he whispered, leaning across the table, his voice husky and making me want to get the check.
“Check!” I called out on impulse. I am so fucking this man. I don’t care that he’s a cop. He’s hot, and something about him is pulling me in. And I’m not one to ignore my intuition. He laughed, sitting back in his chair as Donna rushed over with the check. “Done already? Well, you two, have a good day. And remember to tell Rickie to call me.” she pointed at Hibiki with her slender finger.
“Yeah, I’ll remind him.” Hibiki nodded, rising and pulling out his wallet at the same time I was getting money out of my purse. “Lunch is on me, Goddess. Dessert is you.” he winked, putting down cash. I laughed, shaking my head, closing my purse standing up. “Then I suggest you lead the way back to your place, handsome.” I smirked, taking his hand.
He really didn’t live that far away. I must have run into him maybe a block from his apartment. The second after he hit the button for his floor, he had me pressed against the elevator wall, his lips on mine in a hungry kiss. Holy shit, the things this guy can do with his tongue. I can’t wait to have it used on a different set of lips.
His hands were roaming over my curves as I dug my fingers into his hair, tugging at the strands wanting more. All too soon, the elevator door opened with a chime. Neither of us seemed inclined to stop kissing as his hands grabbed my thighs and lifted me. I obliged, wrapping my legs around his waist and arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as he carried me out.
I groaned as he slammed me into a door. “Sorry…” he murmured his apology. “Don’t care. Like it rough.” I responded by pulling his lips back to mine while he blindly unlocked his door. I laughed as we stumbled in, and he tried to kick his shoes off at the door. “Akio…” he groaned as we stumbled, and I landed with my pack on his sofa.
“Yūri.” I corrected him. “Huh?” he asked, his mouth moving down my neck. Crap, I just realized I gave him my middle name. “Lower…” I moaned, arching against him, trying to distract him. It apparently worked because he didn’t ask anything more, just kept kissing down my neck to my chest. I heard his appreciative groan as he kissed between my breasts, unzipping my romper.
I pouted when he pulled away, Hibiki smirking down at me. “Don’t worry, I’m far from done worshipping you, goddess.” he winked as he helped me out of the romper, leaving me completely naked. “Fuck do you ever wear underwear?” his voice was husky as his dark eyes took in every inch. “They just get in the way.” I shrugged, licking my lips, eager to get him naked too.
I thought he’d come back to me, but he walked across the room instead. “Hibiki?” I frowned, watching him. I got my answer as he turned around after grabbing something from a drawer in his kitchen area. A smirk spread across his lips as he held up the shiny metal handcuffs. Oh, fuck yes. This is going to be fun.
****The Present****“OKAY, I think that’s enough details.” Riko quickly announced, looking more than a little uncomfortable. She had stood up suddenly from the dining table—my poor granddaughter. For someone far from innocent or naive about intimacy, she’s still timid and reserved. I suppose that’s something she gets from her father.Her boyfriends, however, suffer from no such shyness. “What? But it was just getting good.” Forrest pouts. Yes, I said pouts. The boy is going to be twenty-one, and he’s pouting because he’s not getting the juicy details of the first time Yūri and I slept together. He’s an odd one but endearing in his own ways.“Forrest.” Riko rolled her eyes, smacking his shoulder. “Would you like me to call your grandmothers
When I’d woken my sex coma, I looked around the dark studio apartment. I was on the futon with a very naked and very tasty Hibiki. My thighs still ached from our fun, yet my core was craving more. When I went to move to try and wake him up for another round with a blow job, I knocked down a folder. It shouldn’t have caught my attention.I should have just given him the blow job. But instead, I glanced at the papers, and my breath caught in my throat. Carefully I moved off the futon and picked up the papers. This was a police file on me. I gulped as I glanced at his sleeping form. I knew sleeping with a cop was a bad idea. But I would never have imagined he was the cop chasing Kitsune.Knowing that he’s after me means I can’t see him again. I can’t risk him finding out I’m Kitsune. It was dangerous enough risking him fin
****The Present**** I could see the varied expressions on their faces. Darius remained stoic, unfazed by it all. Elijah had his eyebrows raised as high as they could as he looked at my wife with a new sense of either respect or fear or maybe both. Probably both. Forrest… that boy was smiling like a fool. He’s heard some of her tales from assassinations back in Japan, so he didn’t seem surprised at all. Riko, though, our sweet granddaughter, was pale. It is one thing to be aware of illegal and violent activities. Your mind can handle that. But it is quite another to hear the details and know you are not only sitting in a room with a killer but are of their blood. She’s said nothing we tell her would change her feelings about us. But that’s a hard promise to keep. “Riko?” Yūri frowned, reaching to try and hold our grandda
After the successful assassination of Judge Myers, my father has been more friendly… that might be the correct word. He hasn’t been such an asshole, at the least. And he’s kept Shinobu far away from me. I can only hope that it means he and Shinobu have both realized and come to terms with the fact I will never marry the asshole. Okay, so I doubt they’ve realized anything. They don’t have enough brain cells to rub together to start a fire between them. No, they are just biding their time before they bring it up again. Really I should kill Shinobu and be done with it. But then my father would try to find someone else to marry me off to. I could kill my father. It would solve a lot of issues. But could I? I’m not questioning if I could literally do it. I absolutely could kill him. I can beat him in a fight and know the right places to strike to eithe
Am I weird that I didn’t care about her getting fucked on the hood of a car moments ago? Mabe. But I don’t have a claim to her. It isn’t like we are dating or married. We had sex one time. Okay, so it was more than one time, but it was one night, so whatever. I’m not some neanderthal that had delusions of her being mine just because we slept together.This is, after all, the woman I first saw having an orgy. I was already aware she sleeps with who she wants when she wants. And I respect the hell out of that. But I’m pretty sure I’m digging my own grave as I’m pointing out her ‘protest’ wasn’t all that effective in actually being a protest. It was influential in turning people on, me included. But that’s about it.Her nose had wrinkled, and her eyes had narrowed. If looks could kill, I would
****The Present****“And I think that’s a good place to stop.” I smiled, placing my hand on Hibiki’s knee. “Aw, but it was getting good.” Forrest pouted. “Perhaps, but we did promise Riko to keep it PG13. So best we stop there. It gets a whole lot XXX rated after I pushed him to his knees.” I winked. My poor granddaughter was as red as a tomato hiding her face with both hands.“Grandma…” she groaned. “But thank you for remembering that I don’t want to hear the details about your sex life. Past or present.” she sighed. “I’d be offended, but I understand. I mean, as open as I am about these things, I wouldn’t have wanted to know my father had a sex life. I mean, I exist, so I knew he had sex at least once. I just liked to think that was the only time. I also liked to think t
It was awkward, to say the least, to be left standing in underwear in a stranger’s apartment with a stranger glancing at me with a smirk. A stranger who just got kissed twice by the girl whose mouth was not so long ago around my cock. This was a strange day indeed. And something tells me if I stay involved with Yūri, this was just the tip of the iceberg. “So, how’d you meet our girl?” Sebastian asked, smiling at me as he leaned over to toss my pants at me. “You seem uncomfortable.” he commented. “Slightly. Generally, if I’m undressed around other guys, it’s a locker room.” I shrugged but quickly put my pants on. “I was at the protest a few weeks back.” I stated, looking for my shirt. He raised a dark brow as his eyes raked over me like trying to place me. “I don’t remember seeing you. And trust me, I’d remember if you were with us.” he winked. I rolled
In the days after telling Hibiki who I really am, my father has done everything he can to keep me in the compound. I was put through more training than usual. I didn’t mind that so much. I have a lot of anger to work out. And getting to beat the shit out of my dad’s men kept Kitsune at bay.Plus, it made sure no one found out about Hibiki. Dad was livid enough about Trevor and Sebastian. “You bring shame to our family.” he shook his head as I sat at the dining table eating breakfast. “I bring shame to our family? Have you looked in your mirror? Or do you not dare because you know you’ll be looking at a monster?” I scoffed.“Say what you like, but I’ve never dishonored our family. Sleeping with those Gai-ko. All I can be is thankful that you’ve not gotten yourself pregnant.” he glared.