***spin-off from Fast and the furious.****
His life is Yakuza but she's an outsider. She wanted his love and he needed her loyalty. Will this journey leave her vulnerable to what's coming or will she be forced to fight and will that fight make her...
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My sandals hung between my fingers as I quietly tiptoed inside. Hoping to not make a sound but being ripped frantically out of the silence.
"Oie!" I heard him scream from the hallway to come inside.
I had done nothing wrong still my stomach was in knotts worried about what he really thought about me skipping out on him.
The candlelight luminated the room leaving a soothing, calmness. The air was smokey from the incense that had been burning. A sweet smell of berries lingered in the air. The candles barley lit up his space in the darkness still his pale white skin glowed in the distance. As I got closer I could see him in more detail.
"Did you sleep with him?" He asks lowly ripping my thoughts away from the delightfully defined ripples on his chest.
"No."
"Come hear. I want you to touch me." he said as he handed me his oils.
I studied the bottle. The smell of coconut and almond milk along with the berry scent that lingered from the incense left me with an incredible thirst. His body always had a mysterious scent to it and even now when I smelled him I would always go back to that image of the coconuts and almonds.
"Where would you like me to touch you?" The second I asked my mind instantly went to an intimate place. A place that would lead to no good.
"Wherever you like." He said as he stretched his arms out and then rested them behind his head. He then flashed a small grin that left me feeling intimidated. He was the only person capable of pushing my emotions to extreme levels while at the same time leaving me feeling as if I needed more. Bad or good I was always unsure if there was more to come.
I remembered back when all I did was imagine where I would touch if I had the opportunity. My eyes scanned the layout of his form. I still got a thrill being this close.
Slowly I reached my hand out, suddenly afraid to touch him.
"Don't be shy." his husky voice suggested as his eyebrows sent me yet again a signal of mysterious intent.
It wasnt that I was shy. I had just built this moment up for so long that I didn't want it to be over just quite yet. Plus the fact that the last time I was in the position it didn't go too well.
His soft body moved in motion as my fingers trailed over his curves. So sensual I could almost feel what he was feeling as my fingers glided against the contours of his muscles. His lips moaned as the oils lubricated against him.
"Sing to me Mira."
"What." I laughed.
"It's tradition."
"Your so full of shit." I said pushing his arm away.
"Ok ok. Haha. What is it you want flowers and candy? Isnt that what they do where your from? You want me to play some slow song and ask you to dance?"
