Unrequited

Ch. 16 - Separation

AN: Some Naoya nasty in here. He's a bit forceful so some descriptions may be uncomfortable.

After fixing yourself, you returned back to the reception - passing by Kento before reaching an incredibly intoxicated Naoya. He watched you carefully as you stood by your new husband.

Knowing Kento was watching, you decided to put on a show - regretfully giving Naoya what he wanted.
He had been busy laughing loudly with the other males in his family at the bar and you took this moment to curl your hands around his neck and plant a wet one on the center of his face. His eyes widened with rage for just a moment, debating whether to shove you away or not, before settling into your kiss. He placed his hands on your waist, replacing the leftover feeling of Kento's hands.
You pulled away only momentarily glancing in his direction. He had his head thrown back, drinking the last of the new whiskey had got after leaving the restroom.

"Well, well, it looks like someone's had too much to drink tonight," Naoya mentioned to the men that stood around you, laughing and bubbling over drunk about what they had just seen. Naoya looked down at you as he spoke, a knowing look in his eyes that told you what he just said was a cover up. Your eyes scanned his face to try and read the emotion. "I think we should head out, the party's dying and it's getting late."

Naoya waved to the men he had been drinking with and began dragging you along. He gave a small speech before exiting, thanking the guests for coming and whatnot.
You looked at Kento with sorrow as you were pulled outside and toward a parked limousine, the driver looking up from his cell phone upon seeing you approach and starting the vehicle.

"You know that I saw you and Kento," Naoya grabbed a glass and the small bottle of champagne that was loaded in the limousine. He sat next to you on one of the horizontal seats, man-spreading as you sat silently next to him. "And before you ask, no I'm not angry."

"Wasn't gonna' ask. Don't care," you muttered, arms crossed against your chest. Naoya actually didn't respond angrily to your sass this time.

"This was your last night fooling around. From here on out, if you show me you know your place - we won't have a problem," he said simply, placing the now empty flute in the nearby cup holder.

"Ugh," you rolled your eyes and angled yourself away from him.

"I will say that I was surprised by your little show," he referred to your kiss. "I know it was to make him jealous, but boy did you taste good." He leaned in close to you, extending a hand around the opposite side of your neck and beginning to nip and suck at your veins. Your body gave its natural response, goosebumps and a tingling sensation below as you gave a small, audible gasp. It was something that couldn't be helped despite your disgust. "And I can't wait to taste more," he whispered in your ear before pulling away.

The rest of the ride was silent, Naoya finishing the champagne while you quickly sobered up.
The limo pulled into the roundabout that sat in front of the Zenin estate. It was quite large, consisting of several buildings with each their own use.
You followed Naoya silently through the dark halls until he stopped at one of the rooms.

"This," he opened the door and shoved the key back in his pocket, clearly demonstrating he was going to control all of your movements, "is your room."
Keeping the key was really just a statement of power considering he knew of your warping ability.

The room itself was large, as to be expected, and luxuriously furnished. You knew your items were already moved in, not much to begin with. As you took a moment to observe the room, a servant appeared with a small box tied elegantly with wrapping paper and ribbon. Naoya took it from their hands and gave you your next instructions.