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I apologise for the late update!(bows)
I had to revise for tests so I was pretty out of movement. But here, I'm updating the 3rd chapter! Hope you'd like it.
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Chapter 3: Worship.
Asami's POV.
Strange, this Takaba Akihito, and the things he unconciously does to me.
The way he makes my heartbeat grow crazy. The way I can't wait to feel him against me. The way I want to hide him from the claws of my enemies to better protect him.
But I can't.
I can't cage that free-spirited wild cat, because it simply doesn't fit him. It'd kill him.
It makes me laugh that me, Asami Ryuichi, top businessman and the King of Japan's underworld, could care for someone.
Of course, I could do that. I always care for my most trusted subordinates. I could care for a protégé. I used to care for my ex-lovers before, whispering sinful words, weaving my seduction traps, bringing them to some hotel room to fuck their ever loving brains out, sometimes skipping the preliminaries and just listening to my primal desires.
And that's where it would always stop.
I never slept twice with the same person. I never brought them to my penthouse. I never let my guard down with them.
Akihito, however, is different.
He'd never whore himself like those sluts. He's honest and doesn't stay with me for money or power. He has that sweet something I can't define, something like drugs that got me addicted the first time I've ever tasted it.
And now, I'm reduced to a worshipping mess.
I worship my Akihito.
I worship that slender body, that slightly tanned skin and lean muscles, that mop of dirty blond hear, those fascinating hazel eyes, those long legs and delectable ass.
I worship those pink puffy lips, usually cursing me as M-rated as possible, but also moaning my name like a mermaid's melody.
I worship that fierce bright soul that enlightens the darkness of my existance, like a blazing torch, and that wild untamed spirit, a delicious invitation to be chased.
But what I worship the most, is the way he shyly responds to my kisses, hugs me tight and wraps his legs around my waist when I enter him.
I worship the way he leans on my chest, resting his chest under my chin as we watch his favourite horror movies.
I worship the way he purrs happily when I buy him expensive sushi.
I worship the way he puts his small and delicate hands on my cheeks as he stares longingly into my eyes.
And then I deduce that I'm not the only worshippig mess.
I'll show you, you feisty Baka. I'll show how you haunt my heart and how I crave you like my next breath.
Then I'll pleasure you in every fuckin' way possible.
XX Aishiteru XX
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