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I want to scream in his face that I lost count, but the way he’s looking at me holding his head a little to the side and strands of dark hair travel in front of his intense stare I go with the truth before he really kills me. “No one,” I spit back. “No one,” I repeat, hanging my head, hating that he can make me fold this easily.

“Yuki was the only one who ever sucked your dick?” His voice so low and deadly my heart stops for a second.

I look up and have the urge to ask him for forgiveness. It’s like he’s forcing me into submission. I feel a drop of sweat run down my temple to the corner of my mouth. He sees it too and moves closer to lick it, gently pressing his lips to mine. I push against his chest, my hands gliding over every wet ridge. Instantly pulling back with a frustrated moan like he can’t believe he kissed me again, he spits in my face, his hand cutting of my oxygen. It feels like he’s marking me. The only thing missing is him biting my neck and my dick jerks at the thought. Would he do it if I asked him to?

“What are you doing?” I bite out, my words turning the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips into a full-blown smirk. I clutch at his wrist trying to pry his fingers away.

“You really disgust me,” he forces out through gritted teeth and squeezes my throat roughly. I know, echoes through my mind but there’s something else there too. My first instinct is to beg him to give me more, to assault me like he did a year ago without consent. My cock aches painfully, already ready for release.

“Moon, please stop,” I choke out the words. What’s he going to do to me?

He lets go of my hair as I gasp, pushing against his chest with my fists, making sure my hard dick is nowhere near him.

I hate that I’m feeling this way, I should do everything to get away from him, but his stoic eyes always draw me in. It’s like the more he ignores me, the more I’m attracted to him. Maybe I’m a masochist.

He slams me back against the stones letting out a frustrated sigh, while he’s panting. I let out a startled groan as the hard edges dig into my flesh.

He grips my shoulder, “Did that hurt?” he asks, the sadistic smile morphing his full mouth in a wicked grin, matching the look in his eyes.

I arch my back, but he pushes me back, sending a jolt of pain down my spine all the way to my ass that’s clenching painfully, wanting to be filled by him. I need to feel his fingers there again. No, I want to feel his dick. I want him to take what he wants while I fight him and beg him to stop. I want him to kiss me, although a part of me hates it when he does.

He exhales a deep breath, his eyes dark and excited. His stare hardens as he looks down at the water. I follow his gaze; you can’t really see anything, only the outlines of our tattoos in the darkness. Night has fallen and there’s a crisp in the air. We’re on the outskirts of Tokyo, no high-rise in sight in this old part of the city.

I bet if I look up, I could see stars, but I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from him. He pushes his elbow against my throat while we struggle in the water.

I grab his arm that’s choking me, and his eyes flick down to where I’m holding on. The lotus flower outlined against his black ink glistens from the water. His face is flushed from anger, or is it lust, desire?

“Keep fighting me,” he moans, his breath hot against my lips. “Keep fucking fighting me and find out what you’re making me do.”

Tokyo

Eliot and Moon

I can feel his body shaking, or is it mine, I have no idea. We’re starting to feel like one in this bath. His eyes move up my face and when they meet my own, they’re pitch black, his pupils dilated like he’s high. I know the rumors of him getting off when he’s hurting people, but I’d never imagined experiencing it myself.

“What do you want from me? You’ve been ignoring me the last year,” I growl, as I struggle to get away from him. His eyes widen as I talk back to him. “What changed, just because you saw me talking to Yuki? You got jealous or something?”

“Shut up,” he roars, violently pushing me back while I feel the stones cutting into my body. “Why should I give you an explanation, or stop?” he asks, holding his head a little to the side. “You’re a Triad member. I decide when you breathe,” he says, running his fingers over my throat to underline his point. “I decide when you live, and when you die and take your last breath. You’re mine. So, I can do with you whatever I want.” He smiles at me, and it looks menacing.

My stomach turns. It’s the same smile he gets when he’s about to kill someone. I saw it once when I was accompanying Tian and him to Vietnam for a deal where the guy screwed us over. We barely made it out of the ambush alive. If I hadn’t thrown my last knife between the guy’s eyes Moon wouldn’t be here. Is this why he hates me? Because he owes me something. I’m not about to tell him I didn’t care if he lived or died. Because it meant I would finally be free. The only thing I could think about was Dashie’s tear-streaked face when she would find out her favorite brother died in some dusty warehouse in Hanoi.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” I vow, as his hand tightens around my throat.

His stare darkens but he doesn’t say anything. We both hear a loud boom and look up as the heavens open. It wasn’t supposed to rain until the morning. Fat droplets hit his hair, and I watch as steam seems to drift up from his shoulders. He’s truly the devil. It takes my breath away.

“You do belong to me, I’m the only one,” he says, his voice having a challenging edge to it. Another loud boom fills the air, pelting us both with rain. Steam rises up from his body, and I need to look away. He looks so incredibly sexy it takes my breath away.

Turning my chin, his stormy eyes catch mine as the rain wets his long hair and undercut. He opens his mouth a little and something gleams in the middle. My eyes widen. Holy shit, he has a tongue piercing? When did that happen? Then I notice the small tear on the left corner of his lip like he used to wear a lip piercing there and someone ripped it out. Why is it hot as fuck?

My throat goes dry while I swallow again. He groans, staring at my neck and I look down at his hand clutching my skin there.

My heart thunders in my chest watching him observe me. What the hell is that smile tugging on the corner of his lips?

My heartbeat slams against my ribcage. “Let me go, Moon,” I whisper, my voice heavy and sad at the same time. “Just stop,” I say, echoing the words I uttered a year ago.

“You better not have let anyone get a taste,” he says, his voice so low goosebumps break out all over my body.

I can’t help but laugh at this situation; I’m seconds away from getting my ass kicked again.