“Naoya—”
The sting rips through me before I finish. White heat shoots from my chest out, blood welling immediately. My chest shakes, laughter and scream tangled in one ragged sound. He slides a small ring through and wipes the blood with the gauze.
Then he does it again on the other side. Different needle, same sting. I grunt, half from pain, half from the insane thrill of it, feeling a weird kind of high.
“Haaa… so youwerejealous after all.”
“I was already planning to do this.”
“No, you weren’t.”
He looks up at me, that faint, dangerous calm in his eyes.
“I was.”
Bullshit.
Bullshit because, after he cleans the blood from my tits, he goesferal. Fucks my asshole harder than ever, using the weight of me hanging in this damn meat hook to drive in deeper. He yanks the fresh piercings hard, sending white-hot agony through my chest.
I can’t stop the noises—grunts, curses, hysterical laughter bubbling up as pain and arousal melts my brain. My body’s wrecked, screaming, every nerve on fire. Here I’m—a used-up bitch taking his cock, letting him violate me like this.
When he finally cums, he doesn’t slow. Keeps fucking me, each thrust deep and savage, controlling, marking, owning. My chest is smeared with blood and sweat again, nipples screaming from the piercings, cock still tied and hard as fuck. I’m ruined.
Then he stops. I dangle, twitch, completely fucking destroyed. I lift my eyes just in time to catch that look—the satisfied, possessive glare he shoots Ryo’s way.
Yeah.He’s jealous.
I can’t stop the grin crawling up my face. I’m wrecked. Bleeding. Hanging like a toy. And still—knowing that makes my gut buzz. Makes my chest pound in a different kind of fire. Because he’s showing every fucker around here that I belong to him. That I’m his.
That I’m owned.
ELEVENTH KNOT
This is bullshit. Absolute fucking bullshit.
I don’t want to go. I fuckingdon’t want to go.
It’s the ass crack of dawn and I’m being sent to the middle of goddamn nowhere for some errand a street-level grunt could handle in his sleep, but apparently it needs to be me because when Kobayashi-san says “go,” you go. Doesn’t matter if it’s a waste of time. Doesn’t matter if I think it’s bullshit. Doesn’t matter if my whole body aches like I’ve been dragged through fire.
And, fuck, I’m late. Late, late.
And no, I don’t give a shit who’s gonna complain—not even Kobayashi-san.
I’m late because Naoya-sanfucked me through the floorlast night. So yeah. I overslept. Sue me. My legs are still fucking trembling. There’s a burn along my spine where the ropes dug in, and I like it. I likeallof it.
It’s been a month since that club. One full month of behaving like a fucking saint. I haven’t broken a single arm unless Ihadto. No eyes gouged. No fingers cut just for fun. Nothing. Naoya-san said I could keep my place, stay inside the family, but I hadto tone it down. No extravagance, no bloodbaths, no “overkill.” And I’m notextravagant, I’mprofessional. Efficient. But fine. Whatever. I’ve been good.
I slam the door shut behind me and light a cigarette before I even reach the steps. Half-dressed, half-awake, all pissed. My car’s waiting, and all I gotta do is slide behind the wheel and drive straight into bullshit.
I never make it to the car.
I’m halfway to it when the noise of a motorbike hits me, and before I even turn, a black blur zips toward me. Tires screech. The asshole almost clips my legs and I’m already pulling my tanto out of instinct becauseno onecomes at me like that and walks away whole. Andfuck it. I’ve been too well-behaved lately. Time for a body count. Naoya-san will forgive.
“You better not be pulling that forme,” it’s Ryo’s voice that yells, and he flips his visor up like a dumbass, breathing hard, grinning like he’s got a death wish.
I step forward, blade out, eyes locked on his neck. I could do it in one clean slice.
“Try me,” I growl, because I fucking will.
