Trouble in paradise (official)

Chapter 25 pt2 "Chop, chop!"😈🔥

"Take, put me down." She pleaded. "Let me go! I can walk on my own. What are you doing? Ah!" Her pleading was cut short when Takeomi slapped her ass, hard.

"You talk way too much. You know that?"

"Talk to—- Who are you talking to?" Nai balled up her fist and kicked her feet trying to wiggle free. Her little fists thudded against the smallest part of his wide back, but it had no effect. "Hello?"

Takeomi grabbed the handle of the door and carried her into the private bathroom. Before Nai could speak, he slammed the door behind him, ignoring her. "Hello! I know you can hear me. TAKEOMI!!!" He walked over to the wall furthest away from the door and put her down in front of it. Takeomi backed her into the wall and bent down so that they were face to face. So close that she could smell cedar in his cologne. "I'm listening." He said. He put his hand on the wall above her head and leaned in closer.

"Uh—uh um uh." She looked away, unable to bear the weight of his gaze. When she tried to look at him again he reached his hand out to touch her. She flinched, so suddenly that he backed away and chuckled.

"Am I making you nervous, pretty girl?" He tilted his head and pressed his other hand against the wall beside her head.

"Um uh.... Shit." Her mind went blank. She fidgeted with what little clothes she had on trying to think of something to say. Her eyes darted all over the room but they kept coming back to his eyes, then his body, and then his lips. She groaned and squeezed them shut as hard as she could and covered her face. Even with her eyes closed all she could picture were his magnificent features. His hair was oiled and slick, pulled back to emphasize the sharpness of his face. The cut of his jaw was as deadly as the tip of an executioner's blade. His bright thunderbolt eyes exacerbated her hunger for him. Magnifying the vacuum in her chest.

"What's wrong?" Takeomi kneeled and peeked beneath her hands peering through the gap. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. I'm just—."

"Just what? Nervous? Why?" She didn't answer, so he maneuvered to get a peek at her face. "Is it because you're still supposed to be mad at me?"

She nodded, keeping her hands in place.

"Are you still mad at me?" He put his hands on her hips and rubbed them in succession slowly swaying them as he talked. "But that's why we're here. I promised you I'd make it up to you. Don't you remember?" He rose to his feet and pulled her close.

She watched as one of his thighs spread hers. He glided his fingers up the sides of her body, tugging lightly at her lingerie. He let each strap snap against her skin before he moved on to the next piece. "You want to pick up where we left off?" He asked. He pulled her hands away from her face, pinning her wrists above her head.

She followed his hands, chewing her lip nervously as they rose. He licked his lips and pressed his chest against hers. She gasped, lowering her gaze to meet his gorgeous eyes.

"Take... " She whispered.

"Yes, baby?"

"H—how do... how do you plan on making it up to me?" Her heart beat irregularly, trying to match the rhythm of his. It felt impossible to breathe with him being so close.

"Any way you want." She closed her legs around his thigh as it started to creep upward. "Flowers, candy, maybe a bag or two?" His aura washed over her like a wave. It almost overpowered her. But he held himself steady.

"Or I can fuck you until you forget any of  it ever happened."

"Take!"

"What? You've... inspired me. I didn't know you had all of that in you." He slid his hand under her thigh and hoisted her leg up to his waist. "I'm dying to see what else you can do."