『𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞』 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

20 The Information

Y/N's POV
 
  After resting for a few days, Hanma and I got invited to a party at a clubhouse. My brother wanted to celebrate Hanma's successful business partnership with another company.

I remain beside my fiancé, his arm draped around my waist while he's drinking with his other hand, talking to the other members. I found myself craving for his touch when his fingers possessively traced circles on my hip.

"Shuji..." I mutter his name softly.

He responded with a low, gentle hum, "What is it, Y/N? Do you feel nauseous? Does your head hurt?"

I lean closer till my lips reach his ear, "I wanna fuck."

At that moment, I felt him still for the first time, his hand on his drink tightening around it as his pants tightened, "Shuji?"

"Shu-" He quickly grasps my wrist and drags me away from the crowded room. Dragging me to a different VIP room. "Ah-"

He pushes me down the couch, pinning me, "Do you know what you're saying, Y/N?"

I chuckle as I look up at him, "I'm sober."

His eyes showed a shade of dark desire, his jaw clenching hard. His grip on the armrests tightened before finally deciding to press his lips against mine hungrily. He kissed me like he was a man who was starving, suffocating my air supply as his hands traced my skin ghostly, tormenting me.

My hands trail over his suit till my fingers reach the collar of his suit, clenching around the expensive fabric. I pulled him in and pushed him back when I was out of breath. He pulls away with a wet pop after nibbling on my now swollen lips.

He let out a dark chuckle, his hand reaching up to cup my chin, his thumb rubbing against my wet and swollen lower lip. He lowers his head down to my neck, placing hot, wet kisses on my skin. His other hand reaches up behind my head to tangle his fingers in my silky hair and tugs it down to expose more of my neck.

While he marked my skin, he pressed his leg between my thighs on the couch, pressing his black slacked knee against my damp underwear. He pulls away slightly to whisper in my ear, "I haven't even touched you but you're so wet now."

He whispers raggedly, his cold breath hitting the shell of my ear, making me let out a soft whine.

He chuckles again, his hand that held my chin now slowly grazing the pad of his fingers against the hickey on my collarbone, then to my dress, slowly dragging the thin straps over my shoulder as he presses soft kisses on my shoulder that get me goosebumps. After pulling the straps down, his hand groping one of my breasts as he whispers in my ear again, "This dress of yours is distracting me. It would be better if I ripped them off." He pulls down my fitted dress, letting it pool around my waist.

His eyes traveled down to my breasts, eyeing the nipple patches. His fingers slowly tore the patch from my skin, then to the other, placing the silicones on the table beside us. He buries his face between the swells of my breasts, fondling and inhaling my scent, "Your scent smells the best, Y/N."

"Shuji..." I exhale softly, his hand traveling down to my damp underwear. He lets out a low, teasing chuckle, "You're so wet already, huh?"

I take a deep breath as he slides the fabric of my underwear to the side, his fingers finding my clit and rolling it in measured circles, his dark gaze gauging my reaction. "Shuji..." I moan out. His pace quickens as he applies more pressure, his tongue darting out to take and suck my nipple, his teeth grazing my hardened bud.

  After an intimate time with him in the opposite room, he takes his suit jacket from the chair to wrap it around my shoulders before slipping his arms to carry me bridal-style while I was unconscious. His steps weren't annoyingly loud, they were loud enough to extract dominance. He was not fast, either. He takes his time, walking down the hallway as his grip on me remains firm but not hurting.

He takes me back home and tucks me into bed, then kisses my forehead before leaving. He said it was for business.

I watch him walk out of the room and shut the door before I close my eyes.

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Hanma's POV

  Right after taking my fiancée back home to let her rest, I walked out of the room we shared and went to my study. There, my great nemesis, "What are you doing here at this hour, Akane?"

The lady in black chuckles, her voice soft yet dangerous, "Brother, did you miss me?" She stands up from her seat and walks toward me.

"Why are you here?" I ask, my voice low and gruff.

"I heard my sister-in-law is pregnant."
"She is not your sister-in-law."

"Why?" She tilts her head to the side.

"Because you are not my sister. You are just obsessed with how similar you two look. You will never be my sister. Even if you two look the same." I reply coldly.

The room fell quiet before she began laughing hard. She threw her back as she laughed before wiping a tear from her eye, "Funny, brother. Did you know? Shiro is back."

I grunt, a frown on my face as soon as I hear his name, "I know. He tried to kidnap Y/N."

"Yeah, I know. Shinjiro told me about it."

"Are you two close now?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"Maybe. I lured him to my bed and fucked him. He was actually good at it-"

"No. Stop." I lift a hand between us, "I did not talk to you about that. Why is Shiro back?" I ask.

"He wants to take Y/N back. Have you heard about them? They had.. history." Akane replied.

"History? In what way?" I ask, curiously.

We sat down on the couch as Akane began explaining, "Y/N and Shiro are biological siblings."

My eyes widen, "What? Then, Mikey-"

"Shiro and Mikey's family are close relatives. After their parents died, Mikey's family took Y/N in, while Shiro indulged in his family's business at a young age. Yamashita Shiro has been looking for Y/N everywhere. No, he has been tracking her. From when she was with Mikey and you. She's a dangerous girl, brother. Might as well return her to Shiro and leave her before everything gets worse."

Akane leaned closer to me while I was busy, my head running with thoughts. I did not notice her hands on my chest as she inhaled my scent on my neck, "Brother, you smell so good..."

I quickly pushed her away before she could do something and stood up. "You're disgusting. Take her out."

The guards nod their heads and begin dragging her out of my study, her voice low as she tries to tell me.

I let out a deep sigh as I sat back down on the couch, running a hand through my hair, "Y/N... What are you still hiding from me?" I grumble as I drink a glass of whiskey.