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I assure you that this story is not gonna be the same as "Love is Worship". It's look like have a similar plot but I assure you again, this story will be different.

Be warned. This chapter contains lemon scenes.

Previous Chapter

"Are you afraid of me, sweetheart?" he whispered softly, his voice was like a caress on her ear.

'Yes!' Kyoko wanted to shout at him but her pride won't let her. She couldn't understand herself, but she knew she was somewhat attracted to him. And it frightened her. "I'm not. Why should I?" she asked instead.

"Then, how about joining me for a drink?" he offered.

Chapter 1

Kyoko glared at him, then finally nodded following him towards a private area. She was surprised to see that she could see the entire bar in that place. "You're pretty rich if you're given such a private area in this bar," she commented.

Kuon smiled at her naiveté. "I just have my ways. What do you want to drink?" he asked as he walked towards the mini bar and took out a scotch for himself.

"Something non-alcoholic," she replied.

Kuon laughed. "You're such a kid." He then walked and took a bottle of champagne for her. "Don't worry you won't get drunk with a few drinks of that."

They started talking about anything, but trying to avoid anything that was considered personal. But mostly, they argued about everything; politics, lifestyle of the rich and famous, education, until they reached the subject of love.

Kuon was enjoying himself taunting her. "That's the problem with you women. You're too idealistic. But men like us have needs and you couldn't stop a man from being attracted to more beautiful and sexier women if his wife is already fat and ugly."

"That just shows how superficial you are," Kyoko snorted. She reached for her head, already feeling the effects of alcohol on her. During their talk, she was somehow accepting drinks that he had mixed. It was delicious that she couldn't stop drinking.

Kuon leaned over her and lifted his hand to her face, slowly caressing her cheek. "But maybe, if my wife is someone as beautiful as you, I wouldn't mind myself being tied down," he whispered.

Kyoko's eyes widened but turned her head away from him, blushing. She quickly took the glass nearest her and gobbled it down. Her head then began swaying. "Oh my god... how many glasses have I drunk?" she moaned. She stood up. "I... I have to leave now... my friends probably are looking for me." But her legs wobbled that she would have fallen if Kuon had not caught her by her wrist and pulled her. It happened too fast that they were both surprised at their position, Kyoko was sitting on Kuon's lap and her arms around his neck, her face just inches above him.

Time seemed to have frozen as they both gazed into each other's eyes. Kuon's eyes suddenly darkened and before Kyoko could protest, he reached for her nape and pulled her face to his, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. It was nothing like he knew. No kiss he'd ever experienced that had caught him as this did, held his attention so completely, so effortlessly, so focused on her, on her lips, on her mouth, on the dark thrill of sliding deep, caressing her intimately, on the sensual mating of their tongues.

Maybe it was the influence of alcohol, but she found herself responding allowing him entry into her mouth, taking all that he offered. She was dazed and drunk with alcohol and his kisses that she felt like she was floating.

"No," she whimpered as she closed her eyes, dizziness began to spread into her being.

Kuon looked at the flushed face of the angel in his arms, and spurge of desire enveloped him. It was no use denying it. He wanted her. And she wanted him.

Kuon carried her drunken form and gently placed her on top of his bed. He used his private elevator to take her to the top most of the building, his penthouse. She gave a slight moan, which sounded arousing for him. He lied beside her while leaning on his elbows, gazing at her exquisite features. He lifted his finger and traced her pink lips, so soft, so tempting, so irresistible. Unable to control himself, he leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers.

Her eyelids fluttered open, but her vision was hazy. "W-what are you doing?" she whispered sleepily.

"Kissing you," Kuon replied in amusement.

"No," she moaned softly as she tried to reach for a pillow to hug. "You already did it. You're no longer allowed."

Kuon chuckled but instead lowered his head again and locked her lips in another kiss. She tried to push him away, and when she tried to complain, Kuon took advantage of the opportunity and captured her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth and deepened the kiss. He could recognize an inexperienced one so he tried to be gentle to coax her to respond. He knew by the way she kisses that she's an innocent, but he didn't care. He wanted her. And he will have her.

It took him a while before she finally surrendered and responded to his kiss. His hands began to wander, exploring her exquisite body. Slowly, he unzipped her dress, pulling the fabric from her shoulders, kissing every bit of skin exposed. Kuon lifted his head to stare at the fair skin of her upper body, only covered by a lacy brassiere.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered as he left butterfly kisses from her neck, to her shoulders, until he reached her bountiful bosom.

Kyoko was dizzy and she was fighting for consciousness. She didn't know if she's currently in a dream but all she knew she was experiencing this unexplainable sensation. Her body was heating up as she felt something gentle caressing her body. Those warm feeling suddenly reached her breasts, stroking, caressing, until she felt it being sucked. Pleasure filled her being, but deep inside, she knew something was wrong. Her mind was telling her to stop this, that what was happening wasn't right.

"No," she whispered which came out as a moan.

Kuon felt his heart was going to burst with desire for the girl under him. Her soft moans and protests were like aphrodisiac that continue to pump his lust into an even higher degree. He had taken off her bra and was feasting on her shapely breasts when he heard her moan of protest. He lifted himself up and reached for her lips, lashed his tongue over the sweetness of her mouth, absorbing whatever protests she made.

His hands began to work quickly, removing his shirt and struggled to remove his pants and boxers without breaking the contact of their mouths. Then he slid the dress off Kyoko, reaching for her lacy underwear, pulling the remaining hindrance to her body off her legs, leaving them both naked.

When his mouth left hers, they were both panting from lack of breath. Kyoko's eyes fluttered open as a bit of consciousness began to return to her being. She felt the kisses on her neck, the hand rubbing her breasts, and the other hand... caressing her. She gasped as she felt the touch inside her thighs, seeking, probing, pleasuring her. She was absorbed with the pleasure that she didn't feel her legs being spread wide apart, her lips capture in another kiss, and a hardness was probing into her opening. She felt the incredible sensation entering her, but suddenly halted when pain spread into her entire being. That's when she realized her current state.

"No! Stop this!" she cried, pushing the weight of her. The pain between her legs was unbearable, it was like splitting her into two.

Both of her hands were caught and were pinned above her. Her golden brown eyes caught hold of green ones hovering over her. The light from the lampshade was enough for her to recognize the handsome face looking at her with desire.

"Too late, sweety," he whispered huskily as he let her adjust to him for a few minutes, silencing her sobs with soft kisses and his touch. He then moved their connected bodies, making her gasp at the sensation brought by sliding in and out of his staff into her. He gloried at the shudder made by the petite form under him, rocking his pelvis against her softness. Holding both her arms by one hand, he let his other hand explore her body, searching for her pleasure points.

Kyoko bit her lower lip as she tried to stop the pleasure she felt from his hard thrusts, but his sweet whispered nothings and gentle caresses did nothing but smashed away her resistance. He pushed her right leg up and pushed deep inside her making her scream. She was hating the way her body responded to him. She unconsciously arched her back allowing him deeper access into her feminity. When his lips came back to claim hers, she was left helpless to surrender to his seduction.

"I hate you," she whispered in loathing, when his lips left hers to explore her neck.

"But you don't hate my touch," he replied smugly. He quickened his thrusts letting Kyoko feel the depths of his desire. She clutched at the bedsheet and screamed as she felt her world explode.

Kuon collapsed on top of her, as he regained his breathe. Damn, she was more than he expected. The room was filled with pants and scent of their lovemaking. It was different from anything he had ever experienced. The feeling he felt while joined with her was more profound.

"Get off me!" Kyoko cried.

Kuon lifted himself a little without withdrawing his manhood which was still inside her. "Didn't you like it, sweetheart?" he asked huskily.

"You bastard! You raped me!" Kyoko accused him.

But Kuon ignored the accusation and lowered his head to nip at her ear. "You responded to me, my sweet Kyou. You liked my touch," he whispered to her ear, and as proof, he pulled himself out halfway, then slowly eased himself into her again making her gasp.

Kyoko turned her head away, trying to ignore the surge of pleasure into her being. She hated herself because what he said was true. She felt violated but at the same time she had found pleasure in his touch. Determined, she faced him and placed her hands on his chest to push him away.

Wrong move. That touch had exploded his desire even more. And she was helpless as she submitted herself again to his lovemaking.

Kuon had made love to her three times when she finally succumbed to exhaustion. But he was still wide awake as he watched her fall into slumber. She had scooted the farthest she could get away from him, but it only amused him more. When he heard her even breathing, he pulled her into his arms and settled her head on his shoulders. He leaned by his side as he let his green eyes feed on the exquisiteness of her features that seemed to have caught him on a spell. He wondered what was with her that caused such possessiveness in him that he had never felt against other women. He had a lot of girlfriends whom he would dispose after a night of sex. His craving for a warm body would always be satisfied by any of those gorgeous women vying for his bed. He didn't like hard-to-get and conservative women. What's the use of trying to get their attention when there are lots who are available at a flick of his finger? But the moment he had laid his eyes on this golden-eyed angel, he was hooked. And he promised himself he would have her, whether the girl herself likes it or not. Her refusal was like an insult on him, but the thing that had struck him the most was that for the first time in his life, he wanted a woman to look at him, but she was more interested with the old bartender than giving attention to him.

He wanted her. More than he wanted any woman he had ever met. And even after he had her, he still couldn't get enough of her. If she wasn't so tired, he would have made love to her until morning and he knew he still won't be satisfied. He never had any steady girlfriend. But looking at Kyou's angelic face, he knew he wanted her by his side. He smiled as a thought occurred on him. He would make her his mistress. He would shower her with all the things she wanted and everything that she desired. No woman could refuse that.

"You're mine, Kyou. Mine," he whispered as he wrapped his arms over her lithe form, loving the way she fitted in his arms. Her softness was like a drug, that in no time he was sleeping peacefully, one of the few times that his hectic life would normally deny him.

It was dawn and although not an early riser, Kyoko had fluttered her eyes open as if feeling that there was something not right. There was something awkward in her position and she gasped softly when she realized that a strong arm was holding her by the stomach. Grief filled her as she remembered what happened last night, when the bastard Kuon had taken her virginity. She carefully lifted his arm from her body and slipped from the bed. Her body ached and she couldn't seem to close her legs. She felt sick in the stomach when she realized her naked state and saw their clothes scattered around the room. She gathered her clothes and quickly dressed, not bothering to wash, knowing that she wouldn't be able to leave if Kuon wakes up.

She gathered her bag and tiptoed towards the door. When she was finally out, she ran towards the elevator and exited the hotel as quickly as she could, ignoring the confused and curious glances casted on her.

When she reached her room, her friends had jumped on her, their faces full of worry.

"Kyoko, what happened to you? Where were you? Your phone was off. We couldn't get hold of you," Kanae exclaimed.

"Kyoko, are you okay? You look sick," Chiori said worriedly.

"No, I'm fine," Kyoko tried to smile. "I... uh... I just got lost. I was so tired that I slept in a hotel. Then I remembered that today's our flight. I wouldn't dream of being left here so I hurried here."

"You silly girl," Kanae laughed in relief. "Come on. Let's pack up. Our flight's in three hours. We have to be there at least an hour, else we're gonna miss it."

Kyoko just gave a weak smile and gathered some clothes and went inside the bathroom. Inside, she took off her clothes and clenched her teeth as she saw a number of hickeys on her neck, and breasts. It was lucky that her hair was down and it covered them. She also noticed the dried blood on her thighs, a clear proof that her innocence was taken by that bastard. She sobbed as she showered, trying to clean the her skin until it turned pink, to erase any trace that Hizuri Kuon had left on her... all his kisses, his caresses. She didn't know what to do. She had lied to her friends, she was ashamed to admit that she had lost her virginity to some unknown guy she had met. She was violated, yet she was also pleasured. She curled herself hugging on her knees while crying, letting her tears drown over the water pouring over her.

"What do you mean you couldn't find her?!" Kuon yelled at the phone.

"I'm sorry sir but she was in hurry when she left. Did she do anything wrong? Did she steal something?"

Kuon slammed the phone and paced back and forth on the room. "Damn!" he cursed. "Where did she go?"

He was in a happy mood when he woke up expecting his lovely Kyou by his side but he was surprised when he found himself alone on the bed. He quickly jumped and looked around the large room, expecting her to be just somewhere... on the balcony, or inside the bathroom. But the dread feeling was there, telling him that she was gone. He pushed his messy locks from his face, cursing his failure to wake up early as he used to. He got dressed and glanced back at the bed. The blood spots were the only evidenced that Kyou was indeed real and that he had made love to her and taken her innocence away. He clenched his teeth at his frustration when he noticed something on the bed. He walked towards it and reached for the golden necklace with pink tear drop gem.

"Kyou…" he whispered.

He quickly took his phone and dialled a number. When the other line lifted, his authoritative voice rang over the room.

"Yashiro? I want you to look for someone. A girl with black hair and golden brown eyes named Kyou," he said over the phone. "No. I don't know her surname nor where she lives. That's your job. Search the whole of America if you must but I want her found. Okay, I'll meet you in my office to give you her description."

He threw the phone on the bed and stared at the necklace dangling on his hand. "You won't escape me, Kyou," he swore.

"Ah, it's so good to be finally flying home. Don't you think so, Kyoko?" Kanae asked.

Kyoko just smiled, but inside she felt like crying. Their little escapade had turned into a nightmare for her.

"Oh my god!" Chiori exclaimed.

"What?" Kanae asked, leaning towards her.

"It's Hizuri Kuon!" Chiori squealed holding out the magazine. "He's so gorgeous!"

"Oh my..." Kanae whispered as looked at the picture. "The most eligible bachelor in the whole of America, huh? Well, the Hizuri's are indeed the richest in America. But his face is just to die for," she exclaimed.

"But he's a playboy," Chiori sighed. "It said here that he just broke with that model Luna. Then he's currently dating an actress. They are even speculating if she would last a week. But who could blame them? I think I'll even give up my virginity if it's for him."

"You're an idiot," Kanae laughed. She grabbed the magazine and held it towards Kyoko. "Kyoko, what do you think of Hizuri Kuon?"

Kyoko was awaken from her trance and turned a confused look at Kanae, only to have her stare at the familiar green-eyed man with sparkling golden blond hair staring back at her on the magazine. She was so shocked that she slapped the magazine from Kanae's hand.

"Kyoko, what's wrong? Did I awaken you?"

Kyoko calmed her breathing. "Sorry, I was just surprised. Who was that guy?"

Kanae said. "Hizuri Kuon, the richest, the most handsome, and the most powerful man in all of America."

Kyoko paled at what she heard. She didn't know that he was that influential. She knew he was a playboy and what happened between them was nothing for him. He must have dozens of women lining for his bed. 'But why did he have to choose me?' she cried inside bitterly. 'Why did he have to take advantage of me when he could choose just any one to have sex with?! Of all people, why me?!'

"Kyoko, you really look pale..." Kanae said, her eyes full of concern.

"I'm okay," she assured her with a smile. 'I'm never stepping into America again,' she vowed.

To be continued...

Next Chapter

"What do you mean by her profile doesn't exist?", Kuon shouted loudly..

"It means, she's not American", said Yashiro calmly. "She's is a foreigner".

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