Akira Tong for Christmas (20 page)

Not this time.

It was quite funny how it ended up. Three beautiful couples dancing near each other. Like invisible strings of competition attached us. But did Akira recognize me? After stealing several glances, I finally caught his eye. And blew him a kiss.

The guy dancing with me kept it nice and personal. The man was all over me, feeling me up. One more glance at Akira and—oh, yeah, he knew.

Boy, did he ever know. I wrapped my arms around the guy’s neck and let him put his leg between mine. Then I used it as a pole to dance on, slutty as I could.

The guy leaned and whispered in my ear. “Let’s go.”

I glanced at Akira, then nodded to the guy with a smile. I didn’t turn back as the cute Asian led me off the dance floor.

It wasn’t till we were alone in the hall that I began to worry about what the hell I’d done. Here I was in a dark hall with a drunk Asian hunk who expected me to deliver on what I’d just offered. Shit.

He attacked my neck first with his lips.

“Look, sorry. I’m not feeling well. Think I’m gonna be sick.” He acted as though he didn’t hear, and his hands reached around and pulled me to his leg. To his erection, rather.

Shit. I pushed against him. “Stop. I need the bathroom.”

He squeezed my butt and tit, his breaths labored and lusty. He finally tried to kiss me. I turned my face, terror pumping through my veins at realizing he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“Let me go, or I’ll scream. I mean it.” I hated how scared my voice sounded.

Hard Japanese sounded behind him, and the guy spun around.

“She is a guest in my home. She asked you to stop.”

The guy released me and bowed like five times while saying the same words over and over as he walked away.

When he was gone, Akira turned to me. My heart became an unbearable pain in my chest at the look he gave me. I’d disappointed him.

I wanted to smile, but my body refused. It trembled instead. I swallowed, feeling stupid. His gaze dropped to my chest, and I reached up and closed the jacket.

He stormed up to me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me after him. It was hard to keep up with his angry pace in those damned heels. He opened his bedroom door, yanked me in, shut it, and locked it.

He turned to me, and the expression on his face took all the sass right out of me. He was so many things. Pissed, shocked, but what hurt me the most was the pain and fear etched in that beautiful face of his.

I wanted to throw myself at his feet and beg his forgiveness, swear I’d leave town and never return.

But then flashes of bodies pressed in the tango hit my bloodstream and took care of that want.

Anger stiffened me, from my spine all the way down to my toes. Oh, he didn’t like that one bit.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked.

“What do you mean, why? How can you not know this?”

“And how can you not believe me when I say your life is in danger here? Do you think dancing with that whore is easy for me? Having her touch me? Do you think I’m enjoying myself?” I swallowed, struggling to hold on to my anger. “Sure looked like it.”

“That’s because her father is out there
watching
me. He knows about what happened in America and will kill you, your sister, your mother, and anybody else who stands in his way. Is that what you want?” I hardened my jaw. Pissed that I had no comeback, pissed he’d asked
that
question. Of course I cared. I just didn’t believe that would happen.

“You—and your sister—are leaving now.”

Fear and agony flooded me at Akira’s threat. Leave? “Why are you trading me for this?” My voice broke.

Three steps put him before me, staring me down with fury. I held his gaze and fought for backbone.

“How dare you act as though I have a choice. How dare you act as though you don’t mean everything to me!”

Tears filled my eyes, and I shook my head a little. “How dare you…leave me…without talking to me. Without considering that maybe, together, we might find a way. You pinky swore to me that we were a team. And that is not teamwork! And in all your stupid fear to protect me, you lost track of one very simple fact.”

“What are you talking about?” His words were tight.

I pointed my finger in his face. “That you. Are not. Your father. And you are not your goddamn company.”

He stared at me like I’d spoken some deep riddle.

“Aki!” I cried. “Give them. What. They want.”

“They want me,” he yelled.

I shook my head. “No, they don’t,” I whispered. “They want your money. You are not your money, Aki. You are not your father. You are not your company. You belong to me. To us.” My chin quivered, and my throat closed. “To our future children.”

And there it went. A light in that rigid, traditional mind of his. It hit his brows first. Then his eyes.

Tension slowly left as wonder and hope filtered in. I watched him examine my words in his mind, his head beginning to shake.

I chewed my lower lip to keep it still.

He met my gaze, his brows furrowed with how-could-I-have-not-thought-of-this comprehension?

Hope set my blood on fire.

“God,” he said incredulously. He continued to ponder, examining my logic from every angle, testing it against all his fears. “Oh hell.”

“Aki.” I shook my head. “You did the only thing you knew, the only thing you’ve ever known. You sacrificed everything for what you believed was best. Even denied yourself. Please don’t feel bad. You were only doing what you’ve known all your life. Honor, family, tradition. It’s in your blood, baby,” I whispered. “You did what seemed right.” I went to him and slid my finger across his strong brow. “But you and I…we’re family now. And in our family…money doesn’t drive us. Nor does it define us. And it certainly doesn’t own us. You own your money, and you can sure as hell unown it.” I gasped when he crushed me in his embrace, his lips scorching on my face, lips, neck, his hands devouring everything he touched.

“I love you,” he whispered, his lips hungry on mine. I whimpered at feeling his fingers tremble as they fought to remove my jacket. I helped him, my own desperate hunger taking me.

He removed his shirt, then held up a hand to me. “Stop. Leave the bra.” His eyes raked lower. “And the heels.”

I undid my pants and sat. He helped me work them over the heels, his lips parted with raw passion as he stared at the final product. Black lace panties and bra, black heels. I remembered my hair and touched it with one hand, worried what he thought now.

His stormy eyes skewered my soul. He brought his hand up and softly touched the hair at my temple, then glided his fingers over my face to the jagged hair at my neck. “I should spank you for that.” Heat pulsed between my legs at his words and tone. “You should,” I whispered, trying to catch my breath. “You hate it?”

He stroked along my face with all his fingers, seeming to contemplate. His lips settled on my brow.

Then he feathered kisses to my nose as his hands slid over my shoulders and arms. “I love it,” he said.

I tried to touch his lips with mine when they got closer, but he kept moving just out of reach. The backs of his fingers moved up my belly. He stared at me as he circled just next to the aching nipples. I turned a little, trying to intercept his fingers with the aching buds.

“You’re teasing me,” I said, tormented.

He licked his lower lip, gaze locked on what he was doing with my breasts. “I think you’re the tease.”

He finally settled his mouth on mine, still pulling away when I tried to go fast. Which I couldn’t help when he let all his fingers glide over my hard nipples. “Oh, God, Aki. Please,” I begged.

He exhaled long and unsteady. “I love when you want it bad enough to beg.” He teased my lips with his tongue, then drew away. “I want you on all fours. On my bed.” Excitement fluttered through me as I did what he said. He climbed on the bed, then pushed my upper body down with one hand on the center of my back. He stroked my hips and ass with both hands, groaning.

I glanced back, desperate to be touched. He peeled my panties down over my hips. When I was exposed, he glided his fingers over my pussy lips, top to bottom, then up again. Then his lips were on my ass cheek with gentler kissing.

I squirmed while peeking back, aching for him to do something.

Oh, he did something, all right. He got entirely nude and knelt behind me. I wished he’d put his cock in me like this. But instead his hands cradled the juncture of my thighs and lifted my ass till my knees were no longer on the bed. Then he licked with near slow motion, inside my lips.

My. God.

He kept me this way while he swirled his tongue over my clit, then up my slit. He continued to my ass then shoved into me as deep as he could until his mouth and nose pressed tight to my body. I was quickly coming undone. The more I moaned, the hungrier he got.

“Please, Aki,” I gasped into the mattress, clutching the sheets. “Please fuck me.” Sweet man. He lowered me. “Turn over.”

I eagerly obliged.

“Put your legs on my shoulders.”

I moaned. Done.

He leaned over me, pushing my legs toward the bed as he did. He watched my pussy, then stroked his cock over it. Felt so good, the wet head in my throbbing lips, rubbing over my sensitive clit.

He gazed into my face as he slid his cock in, groaning at the effect that had on me. Always profound pleasure. “You want it?”

“Yes, yes.” I nodded, mouth open, ready.

He placed his hands on my wrists next to my head and gave me what I wanted. His thick cock pumping in and out. Fast and deep while he pinned me.

Somehow he knew I loved that. He rammed into me till he nearly roared. He stilled, his face straining with the orgasm that came to take him.

He took down one of my legs and left the other on his shoulder. He stayed upright, staring at his cock sliding in and out as he rubbed my hard clit with his finger. He rolled my erect nipple with his other hand, and I increased the pleasure by playing with my other nipple.

Oh. He loved that. His eyes remained riveted to my fingers, watching how I teased it, then went to my pussy where he delivered rapid circles over my clit. He pumped his cock in and out of me, his strokes nice and steady and deep, and I held on to the sheets with my other hand, enraptured with his body. So.

Damned. Beautiful, this man. His muscles stood out everywhere, it seemed. Rippling and straining with his building orgasm.

Again he stifled a roar, his head falling back. He pulled out and flipped me on my stomach. He shoved my legs wide. Jesus, I loved when he did that. I could only hold on to the sheets again, knowing what was coming. He was going to fuck me so good.

“Play with your clit, Sarah.”

I slid my hand under me, lifting my butt and masturbating while waiting. His fingers gripped my ass hard, and he growled. “You are so beautiful.” His cock pressed at my entrance before sliding in. I gasped into the sheets, wiggling my finger over my clit. I was so close already. I slowed, wanting to wait, building the heat more.

Akira was done playing. His knees held my legs open, and he covered my body with his, putting a lot of his weight into me. I loved that. Felt so good having him push my entire body with his. Then he drove his cock into me with those flicks of his hips. His mouth was next to my ear, filling it with those delicious sounds of his ecstasy. He grunted and groaned with his building orgasm, letting it take him. My fingers danced over my clit, feeling his climax close. I wanted to come with him. I focused on the pleasure in my clit, the mind-blowing sensation of his cock hitting deep inside, the feel of his slick, muscular body against mine, the sound of his concentrated grunts.

Oh yes. “Yes, yes, yes,” I cried. “Oh God, yes!” I rubbed my clit faster, bucking beneath him as my orgasm shook through me.

He began to come, and I climaxed from inside. Orgasm raging through him, he turned into that animal that pounded fast and furious, his pelvis ramming my butt with each thrust, moans turning long as his climax milked his cock with a pushing-and-pulling current.

So wonderful.

He remained on me, heaving in the aftermath.

“I love the way you sound when you come,” I croaked.

He groaned, winded. “I love the way it feels.”

I giggled, and he carefully collapsed half on me. “And I love when you fuck me that way. Feels so good with you pressing into me.”

He kissed my shoulder. “I adore feeling your soft body under me while I’m fucking you. Especially at orgasm.”

I moaned back in agreement. “We must be made for each other.”

“Mm, yes. We are.” He bit my shoulder. “I plan to try many things with you.”

“Oh, really?” I turned so that my back was cradled against his hard body. “I can’t wait.” A loud pounding rattled the door, accompanied with furious-sounding Japanese from a woman. Uh-oh.

We both flew off the bed, dressing. “Leave out that door.” He nodded at the rear entrance before shouting Japanese back.

The door flew open. Oh shit.

* * * *

Akira stood like a proud Arabian horse next to me, the sinful slut in only red pants and black bra.

And Kat, her father, Nobu, and several men in black suits took it all in.

“Please.” Akira held up a hand. “Don’t hurt her. I never meant for this to happen. I’ll give you whatever you want. Just don’t hurt her.”

Japanese words machine-gunned out of Kat’s perfect red lips, making veins bulge at her temple and neck.

Her father did likewise, eyes wide on Akira.

Akira responded the same with his hands up, and I wanted to scream,
Speak English!

The father’s face froze at whatever Akira said. He looked from Akira to his daughter, who suddenly appeared guilty. “I have never written such a letter.”

The silence that followed was darned near deafening before Akira’s “What?” erupted. “You didn’t send a letter threatening my mother’s life and Sarah’s if I didn’t marry your daughter?” Oh, he was pissed.

All eyes were on Kat now, who had those theatrical tears streaming down her face. Then came the pitiful wailing Japanese to her father and Aki.

The father seemed ill before his head snapped to his daughter. A lock of silver hair fell over his forehead, trembling with his furious words. “Leave us. If you have ruined this business arrangement”—he pointed a finger at her—“it will be you who suffers, spoiled daughter.” Kat exploded in frantic Japanese, and the father slapped her across the face. She stormed toward the door, only she didn’t quite make it. A blur of fury, and the woman confiscated a gun from one of the men in black and leveled it on me.