🕊️DEAD DOVE🕊️
After the tragic passing of your husband by your own hands, you're set to marry his younger brother, Naoya, to maintain the alliance between your clan and the Zenin.
Under the facade of lending your family's influence in exchange fo...
In eastern countries, Chrysanthemums can be seen with negative connotation such as death and mourning. When given, they can also be seen as a bad omen or even an insult. On the positive side, they can be seen as a symbol of devoted love, loyalty, and happiness.
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Naoya continued his relentless pull toward the estate, dragging you down the walkway toward your shared bedroom. You couldn't see his facial expression, but based on how tightly he was gripping your dainty wrist you could envision his flushed skin, popping veins, and clenched jaw.
"You're hurting my arm," you muttered, attempting to resist his relentless pull.
"Shut your mouth," Naoya growled, his voice low and menacing. "You're gonna learn some respect, one way or another."
Protesting further, you argued, "you deserved that slap for the way you behaved at dinner. You ruin everything."
Naoya halted abruptly, turning to face you with a glare that cut through the darkness. His fury was on full display as a sinister smile played on his lips. "I was speaking truths. You ruined our dinner with your pathetic attempt at defiance, your uncle making it even worse. You Kamo's ruin everything!"
Your eyes narrowed as the frustration took over. He was completely delusional. "You were being insufferable! I won't stand by and let you tarnish my family's name for entertainment!"
Naoya's growl reverberated in the echoes of the night. "Your family's name?! Once you stepped into this estate, you became mine. Remember your place, or I'll make you regret every word you've ever said."
Undeterred, you maintained your defiant stance. You knew what was coming but you refused to give in and submit. "Your behavior warranted that slap, Naoya. And no matter what you say, you were the one who ruined the dinner."
His eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity, and he resumed dragging you toward the heart of the estate, his grip unrelenting and growing even tighter. The journey was a silent battle, your will against his force. As you neared the entrance of your shared bedroom, dread settled in your stomach. The confrontation was far from over. He continued to drag you toward the dimly lit confines of your room, a sense of foreboding settling over you.
With a rough shove, he propelled you onto the bed, your body landing on your stomach with your feet dangling off the edge. The impact sent a brief jolt of pain coursing through you, but you still refused to show any weakness in the face of his aggression. You attempted to scramble off the bed, though he was too swift, pathetically using his technique to do so, Naoya slammed the fusuma door to the room shut and returned behind you as you attempted to get onto your feet.
Growling with a primal fury, he loomed over you, his expression twisted into a mask of sadistic pleasure. His fingers hooked beneath the hem of your kimono, yanking it upwards with a forceful tug and ripping the tight fabric in the process, exposing the delicate skin of your hips to the cool air. You felt as he hiked your panties between your asscheeks, his swiftness too fast for you to react. You gritted your teeth, bracing yourself for what was to come as one of his hands tightened around your hip with that familiar bruising grip. With a fierce determination, he drew back his other hand and delivered a sharp, stinging spank to your exposed flesh. The impact reverberated through your body, sending waves of pain radiating outward.
