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“Dash,” he yells, shaking me while I moan. “You okay? Fuck, did you pass out?” he asks, sounding so worried my rage bubbles to the surface again. He left me, he left us both behind to get what he wanted. He lets go of my chin and I slap him hard across the face. He sucks in a breath, licking at the tear on his bottom lip, I can see the blood coating his tongue.

Slowly he looks down at me as I take a step back, stumbling against the dresser while I try to catch my breath.

He rolls back his shoulders, or he tries to. “Why don’t you try rubbing me through my pants like you used to do? I can still remember the car ride in Seoul when Moon lost his mind over Eliot.” He lifts the right side of his mouth when I glare at him. I have to stop the urge to slap him again when he winks at me.

“I used to come from the thought of you alone,” he says decisively. “This brought back a lot of memories, don’t you think?” he asks, holding up his left hand. I place my palm over my heart when I see how wet his fingers are. With a wink he pushes them in his mouth and sucks them clean on a moan.

My feet are unsteady as I reach him. Standing on the tips of my toes I grab his long hair and yank his head back. The fucker smiles at me, flashing blood covered teeth at me while he smirks. He doesn’t say anything, just watches me as strands of dirty black hair fall in front of his gaze. “Shut up!” I scream in his face in Mandarin, hating that I’m speaking the language I vowed I never would speak again. But it comes out too easily when I’m standing in front of him again. One second with him and all the promises I made to myself fly out the window.

“I like it when you play rough with me,” he counters, arching a brow like I’m the crazy one. That half smile tells me otherwise. He’s the crazy one. “I really liked the part where you screamed out my name when you came. You sounded so needy, I bet I can make you come a fourth time, or was it six? I lost count.”

I push my thumb against the cut on his lips and he swears; I hope it hurts like hell. Then again, he still likes the pain. I suck in a breath, I should have never said yes to Eliot’s plan.

“Are you being triggered right now?” he taunts.

I raise my hand to slap him hard across his face again but decide against it at the last moment, but he sees it anyway.

He flips back his long hair, aiming that half smile at me again. “I know you want to keep hitting me, it’s in your blood.” I hate the single strand of black hair traveling in front of his dark brown eyes.

“Hit me, you know you want to. I might come from that alone.” His eyes are filled with manic excitement and look dead at the same time. They draw me in like they did the first time I saw them when I was a kid, a teenager who had no business looking at the eight-years-older son of my adoptive father’s brother.

“Remembering something nice?” he teases again, blowing me a kiss. He grimaces when the chains rattle. I look up. His wrist is bruised and starting to change color.

“Go fuck yourself,” I counter in Mandarin, and secure both his hands in the cuffs again.

His booming laugh fills the bedroom. “No, you will and soon,” he says raising a single brow. “That’s a promise, bǎobèi, to quote your dear brother.”

She turns to walk away from me again. “I need to get some air, I need to breathe,” Dash says, her voice so soft and full of pain it cuts right through my chest. I watch her open the sliding doors and step outside. We should have taken it easy and not abduct them the first moment they set foot in Shanghai. We’ve waited too long to make them ours, flashes through my mind. Moon is right, “we’ve waited too long.”

I groan, trying to pull my other hand free from the cuffs still secured to the ceiling. I bite on my thumb and crack it to the left again, dislocating it like Moon taught me to do if I was ever in a situation like this. A dull pain hits me as I slide my hand through and pop my thumb back into its socket.

I try to open and close my hand, but I can barely feel my fingers. This isn’t good. Maybe I should have taken it easy with her. I sigh, but it felt so good feeling my fingers disappear inside her. More than good, it felt like coming home. There’s no home for you anymore, echoes through my mind, not after what we did to her, to him.

I swear in Mandarin and put all my weight against the ropes still tied around my wrists. The ceiling cracks, and more plaster rains down onto my face. Finally, I can plant my feet more firmly on the floor. I move back a little, resting against the side of the bed. I watch her lean against the balcony railing, gazing out at the city spread before as the wind blows her hair back. After some struggling, I manage to untangle the rope from my right hand with my teeth. I’ll get to the left one later.

Opening my belt with one hand I ease my zipper down to give my dick some room to breathe. I can feel the bead of pre-cum covering my cock’s tip. I’m throbbing, rolling my eyes at the thought. If she’s not going to finish me, I will. I push my pants and boxers down, fully freeing myself. I let out a deep sigh. It’s been way too long since I’ve come, but smelling her now, hell looking at her, is almost enough to tip me over the edge.

I watch her stroke her long hair out of her face. Her perky, round ass sticks back, taunting me. Fuck me, I can’t wait to sink inside her from behind. Reaching down I squeeze my cock, ignoring my left wrist that’s starting to bleed from the cuff digging into my flesh.

I imagine she’s watching me from the bed, her blue not so innocent eyes blinking up at me, opening her legs showing me that wet pussy belonging only to me. Throwing her head back, whispering my name as she sinks two fingers deep inside her channel. Leaning forward, I stroke my length as I close my eyes remembering how she used to moan my name. Pleading and begging me right before she came to push in deeper, harder, before I slammed deep inside one last time taking her breath away. The way she would cry out in pain, with pure desire as her nails scratched my back drawing blood. The way I would observe her play with her nub round and round, her arousal spilling on the white sheets while I watched at the foot of the bed ordering her to come. With a grunt, I keep stroking myself until my hips stutter and my release crashes, drawing a shiver from me, spraying months of built up cum over my stomach. I hang my head, smiling as my chest heaves. I needed that, but my arm is really starting to get numb now from carrying my full weight. My chest constricts as I start to cough, tasting the blood on my lips. Fighting from passing out, I smirk; she got me good this time, I think as the memories from last night flood my brain.

Fuck, she’s drunk as hell. Maybe I shouldn’t do this with her on some deserted road on the outskirts of the city. I stare outside the window as the rain keeps pelting the car, wondering if there’s even an outskirt in Shanghai. I run both hands through my hair; I missed Shanghai. I can’t wait to haul her back to our real home, to make her mine at last. Moon needs to get his act together and stop playing games with my best friend.

Eliot has been through enough, ever since Moon bought him at fucking sixteen. Who the hell does that? I run a finger over my mouth and stare at her softly snoring in the seat next to me. If Moon hadn’t given me his approval to marry her, I would have done everything in my power to prove to him I’m worth of taking care of his blood. I scratch the back of my head; I’d probably have done the same as Moon though. I know he bought Eliot to protect him, from his mother, his father, and everyone wanting to get a taste from that pretty face of his. Being Moon’s property means if anyone touches El, they’ll die by Moon’s hands while I watch. These last six months they’ve been testing our resolve. I know they have something to do with that Tokyo fuck up, but we still have to prove it. That’s why we dragged them out of the party, to finally get some fucking answers.

My best friend, the asshole, has become more and more vicious as the years passed not having El next to him every damn day. We’ve been playing these games for the last three years and I’ve reached my limit. We’ve built our empire, and now they’re finally safe to stand and walk beside us. I need to make it official too, so no one will take her away from me. The marriage certificate is the first step, claiming her for real is the second. She’s mine. She belongs to me. I’m going to keep her, and I know he’s going to keep him too after the night is done.

Why they disappeared to pop up right after what happened with Yuki is still a loose end we need to tie up. Even if it means doing the one thing I vowed, I would never do: betray my best friend. I’ll tell her the truth if Moon can’t. She deserves to know the truth about her blood.

I need to come clean to El too, that I was the one who made Moon escort his father to the whorehouse Eliot’s mother was working at. It was my turn to go with his father as protection, but the week before I saw Eliot reading a book on the steps outside while his mother was fucking someone inside knowing instantly he was the man Moon had been looking for all his life. Shit, El was still a kid back then, but I knew one day he’d grow into the kind of man who could stand up to my best friend. I could see it in those defiant eyes when I asked to bum a smoke from him, and he reluctantly gave me one. Moon is an asshole who never smiles, but he’s been smirking from the moment that little psycho walked into his life.

I reach for her, but she jerks away and presses her head against the door. The rain keeps pelting the car drowning out the beating of my heart. Breathing heavily, I watch her open her eyes and they dart over my face trying to focus. She’s still coming off the sedative I pressed into her neck. Sitting up straight she places her hand on her heart.

I grab her by the back of the neck, pressing my forehead against hers. She seizes my shirt, and I can feel nails digging in my flesh. It hurts and the pain goes right to my already pulsing cock. I take her hand and place it over my bulge, letting her feel how hard she makes me.

She gasps, trying to free her hand from my throbbing dick, but I keep holding her in place. She puts up a good fight; I was hoping she would. When I think about what it would be like with her, I always picture her fighting and slapping me hard across the face while I tear her panties from her legs to slide inside, while she begs and screams my name over and over until I make her come. I want her to press me into the mattress too, while she fucks me, but I have to ease her into my fantasies one step at a time again.

She stops struggling, trying to catch her breath while she glares at me. Her eyes narrow as she pants. The windows are already starting to fog up from our body heat. She tries to snatch her hand away, but I keep holding her in place as her chest heaves. I guide her toward me, not stopping until her breasts are pushed up against my chest. “I missed you,” I whisper against her ear and pull her head back to expose her neck.