Akihiko Kaji Novels & Stories

Aki furiously screamed while looking at at emotionless Harvey. “I’m the young lord of the Kitagawa Clan, and the disciple of the Shinkage Way! I’m a well-known character in the younger generation of the Island Nations!” “I cannot be embarrassed that easily!” “Kneel before you talk,” Harvey said with a calm tone. “You dare make me kneel?!” Aki was completely enraged. “So what if you’re a God of War, Harvey?!” “You think the Shinkage Way doesn’t have Gods of War?!”

I mirrored back the smile. However, when we entered and I saw the man sitting at the head of the long table, my anxiety rushed back. Caius Tenebris stood up when we stepped in. His tall and broad stature was almost similar to Isaac’s. “Long time, Marcus?” He smiled at the beta who gave a terse nod and then bowed. “Good to see you, Alpha Caius.” He walked towards us. Unlike Marcus who was wearing a grey suit, he wore a beige button-up and black slacks. His black hair was back-brushed neatly. I tried not to gape at this handsomeness and despite being mated, I couldn’t help but appreciate his aura.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Along the far side of the chamber were the others. Kayo leaned against one of the rune pillars, fox-bright eyes fixed on the center circle, while her two oni brothers, **Akitora — Aki —** and **Riku**, stood near the wall where the chamber’s ward-lines met the stone. Both looked like they’d rather be anywhere else than sitting still, which probably meant they were exactly where they were supposed to be.

Cold, precise, and ruthlessly successful, he was a man who took exactly what he wanted. He had chosen her the moment he saw her at dinner. Aiko Nakamura, 29, a brilliant art curator from Kyoto. Graceful and poised, with porcelain skin, long silky black hair, and a lithe yet curvaceous body that her simple white yukata barely concealed. Her dark eyes held quiet intelligence and a hidden hunger. Kenji approached her with calm authority. “The onsen is completely private tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “No one will disturb us. Come. I want to see how long you can last before you break.”