Prologue
Where Worship Turns to War
Kenji
I’dspentmywholelife believing I didn’t need saving. Thinking that love was for fools, that softness got you killed.
But when my cock sank deep into Nyomi, I wasn’t just inside her body, I existed within the very place where she kept her fear.
Her fire.
Her surrender.
She was wet in a way that didn’t feel physical. It felt emotional, like her body had wept openly for me, called to me, prepared itself for my sensual brutality and offered something better.
Belonging.
Her pussy clung to my cock in slick, merciless perfection. But it wasn’t just pleasure, it was clarity. The sort of clarity that was so sharp it could cut through every lie I’d ever told myself.
With every thrust, the wars I’d fought fell away.
The blood I’d spilled.
The rules I’d written in corpses.
None of it meant a goddamn thing compared to the rhythm of her body dragging me deeper into her belonging.
I hadn’t known until that moment that I was starving. That all the power, money, and death hadn’t touched the ache that lived in the walls of my soul.
I hadn’t realized I was empty until I met her.
Yet, she filled me. And for a man who’d only ever known how totake, her filling my soul was the most dangerous thing of all. Because, what we shared wasn’t just sex; it was a slow evisceration.
Her pussy split me open and made erotic violence twist inside me so much that I wanted to lock her to a bed, bind her in my enemies’ blood, and make her wear my last name as a collar.
I’d ruled this Tokyo empire with a steady hand and slit throats without blinking, but inside her, I was utterly submissive.
I was her servant.
Her body didn’t make me feel powerful.
It made me feel fated.
And now?
Now I would kill any man who looked at her for too long.
And, if she ever tried to escape me, I wouldn’t chase her. I would burn down every city she ran to, turn borders to bonfires, and when there was nothing left but smoke. . .I would build her cage from ashes.
Thatwas the fury I carried in my bones when I walked out of the room to deal with whoever had attempted to ruin my perfect date.
They dared to fucking interrupt us?
“Her moans were still trapped in my jaw, vibrating through my teeth when I clenched them.
Who will I kill tonight?
My chest was bare, skin gleaming with sweat.
