Keep my eyes on you
Keepin' ties to you
Keep aside, I keep a sight, I be inside of you
Between your thighs woo–
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Something was wrong.
Takemichi disappeared and that bastard was the last one to talk to Mikey. Sanzu was sure of it. His only lead to finding Mikey is Takemichi. Mikey. Mikey. Mikey.
y̴̢̼͎͊̕̚o̸̺̦͐̓̕u̵̟̼͖͌̓́
Yeah, you. Takemichi was your close friend. You were his confidant. Maybe more than just a friend. You were also his boss, hiring him when he quit his delinquent days. Sanzu didn't think much of Takemichi; only that Mikey liked that crybaby.
Sanzu yanked open the door, stepped in, and slammed it behind him. He didn't care what his men would think. They knew better than to talk; he'd made sure of it when he let them join, or hired them. And there were more important things to do right now.
He sees you raise your head, your expression guarded, your body hunched in a defensive position, pressing your back against the wall to make as much distance between you and him.
"Tell me what you know," he said stepping forward, "where did Takemichi say he was going?"
"I don't know," you answered honestly and after hesitating for a second, you say, "Let me go."
"There's no way you didn't know where Takemichi went." Sanzu insisted. "You're his girlfriend, aren't you?"
You stopped and looked up at him, mortified at the thought. "Takemichi's like a brother to me."
"Oh?"
You swiftly looked away. A flush crept up your neck and over your face. He had bedroom eyes. Half-lidded. Seductive cerulean eyes. Long lashes that matches his rosy pink hair. It's bad. You think he's attractive. Really attractive. You're starting to lose your sanity. "I swear I have no idea. Let me go." You say in a tight voice. "Please. I'll cooperate with anything, just let me go right after. Please."
At the last, your voice cracked. Stray tears rolled down your cheeks which you wiped away, furious at yourself for moment of weakness.
Sanzu swallowed. He didn't feel this way before, when a woman has also begged him to tears to stop bashing her husband's head in the concrete, there was no pull. So why'd you look so strangely appealing when you cry?
The skirt and blouse did little to hide your body. He stepped closer, wanting to close the distance. Your breasts rose and fell quickly in fear, pushing gently against the white cloth.
If he cupped them in his hands, Sanzu thought, the blouse will be in the way.
A̴͓̪͉͒̈́͐n̴̺͙͕̔̒͝d̵͙̺̙̓̽̒ c̵̙͎̙͆͘͝ḧ̴͚͖̻́̀̈́i̴̡̻͔͊̈́͝f̸̢̞̫͐̒̽f̸͕̟̪͋̾̕o̴͉̞̾͒n̴̺̺̼̾͛͘ r̴̡̢̦̾̾i̴͚̞̐͊͝p̴̝̟̺͆͒p̸̺̠̺̈́̿͐e̸̘̠͓̔͐̒d̸̞͓͖̓̓ s̴̢͎͉̽͑͒o̵͔̠̫̿̕͠ e̴̙̟̘͆̽̓a̴͍̪̾͠s̸͉̫̔̀͋͜ì̴̢̦̟̈́̕l̴̦̦͙̽͊̽y̸̡̡͙̿̕͘.̵̡̘̒̀͘
Arousal was so quick that it left him no time for thought.
"Okay."
You perked up, lips quirking into a smile. "Thank you."
Sanzu burst out in a low and sensual laughter. How naive. "No, thank you." One final step brought him close enough to raise a hand touch your cheek.
"For what?" Your wary expression is up again and it's flattering. Tense at the skin contact with your captor.
His eyes are dark now, full of heat; voice thick when he spoke. "Cooperating." Slowly, he slid his fingers down and across to trace the curve of your lower lip.
He wants you, you thought, and knew you had to be losing your sanity. And maybe, you can play this right. Maybe you can lower his guard by seduction and you can find an opportunity to escape.
You swallowed hard. His gaze burned to follow the movement. "What's your name?"
"Sanzu." His thumb pressed insistently on the spot bellow where your upper lip's cupid bow meet. His desire was almost blinding, an ache not just in his groin but all through his body, as if his skin itself hungered for you.
m̴̞̘̽̐͠o̵̻͇͉͋͘v̴̢͇̺̽͑̈́e̵͓͎͉͒̿̐ a̴͖̼͍͐̈́w̸͕͔͖̔͘̕a̵̝̝̽̚͝y̸̡̪̼͆̔͘,̸͔͙̠̀̿͋ f̴̞̦̀͐͌i̸͚͓̠̿̀n̸͎͕̫̽͌d̸͇̘̻͑̈́̿ M̸͎̙͎̀̿̈́i̴͍̻̠̾̈́̈́ḱ̸̼̺͚̽͝e̴͎̞͚͑̽͝y̵͕̪͑͌͠
He had only a second to think it.
Then you slid your arms around his neck. You leaned upward, lips pressed against his, hot and sweet. Then they parted, and Sanzu lost himself.
You pressed up against him, crushing your breasts against his chest. The pressure might have hurt but it also made you groan into his mouth. He made his own muffled, incoherent noise, low in his throat. That little intangible thing sent heat running through your body. He snakes one hand through your hair, pulling your mouth away to stare in your eyes. You cry out sharply and you open them. He only saw heat. Before he could ruin the moment, you slid your tongue in his mouth. Sanzu groaned again. His hand clenched in your hair once more, and the other hand, at the base of your spine, tightened, pressing you against him. His hand slid lower, cupping your ass, and then squeezing hard. He bunched up your skirt, lifting the fabric to pool on your waist. You went willingly, parting your legs so his hard-on could rub the aching need between them.
Fck. It's so good. That he was big in other ways, you noticed. You circled your hips, rubbing against him, and moisture soaked your underwear. You arched into him. Your fingers were probably digging divots in his shoulders, but he didn't seem to care, any more than the bruises you'd have on your body tomorrow.
When Sanzu lifted his mouth from yours, you almost protested, but then his lips were on your neck. He kissed you hard and then bit, and you were writhing against him, hips pumping, oblivious to anything but the desperate ache. Want.
The world was made of white heat, of warm hands and a warmer mouth, and if Sanzu didn't feel more of both soon, he would kill someone. Somewhere around here was a table for torture. That would work. He just had to remember where it was.
You dropped your hands. One went to his chest, pushing him away a little. Your other hand went downward, brushing past his waist and over his hard bulge. You closed your hand for a moment, very gently. Sanzu snarled.
F̵͕̼͍̿͒̓c̵͖͊̀̒͜k̸̺̠̫͛̾̔ t̴̞͉͇̀̕h̵͙͇̐̓̚e̴͙͎̚̕̚ t̵̻̼͔̔͐a̴̡̢͉͐͊̚b̵̪̦͚͒̾͑l̵̢̻͇͌͝e̴̟͕̞͛͆͠.̸͉͇͕̓͛. There was a floor. A wall. Either would be fine.
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AN:
Peace out ✌️
