Chapter Twenty-Three

This would be their first day back from their lives. Ren sat quietly brooding on the chair in their hotel room. He was still irritated by Sho's actions and was even more incensed that she didn't really see the idiot as a real threat. He didn't want him talking to her, he didn't want him near her and he didn't want him associated with her in any way. Did Lory have a plan or, was he scheming again? Ren rubbed his temple and sighed deeply, then took another sip of his beer.

CLICK...

His eyes glanced to the direction of the door and there she stood before him. She seemed nervous, so he tried to relax to make her a bit more comfortable. He didn't want her to think he was angry at her for what had happened. He just wanted her safe and more aware of the intentions of others, Sho, Kijima and anyone else. He was starting to let his jealousy bubble up again.

"Nii-san... I'm back." Setsuka cooed. "Don't tell me you were sleeping there. You need to sleep properly in a bed." She scolded.

"If you're not here, there's no point." He commented.

She gave him a sexy little smile. "Poor Nii-san. Can't sleep without your cute little sister?"

"Damn right. Maybe I should lock you up so no one else can get to you. Keep you to myself." He told her in a lusty tone that was seeping out.

She smirked. "Maybe you should. Maybe.. You should go buy a lock next time we go out." She giggled.

Bzzzzt...Bzzzzt...Bzzzzt...Bzzzzt...Bzzzzt...

The moment her phone started buzzing her attention was focused on the phone and his was on her. Who the fuck is calling her at 1:30 in the morning? In his fury at the implications of who had called her and his anger that she may have given her number to him, he ended up pinning her to his bed, his left hand slowly tracing up her thigh to her waist and finally resting comfortably between her breasts, sending pulses of excitement shooting through her core.

"Why is he calling you. Why did you give him your number? After everything he's done." He growled in a low voice. "Do you still...l.." His sentence was cut off as she flipped him to his back and now the warm skin of her bare thighs held closely to his hips and she had inadvertently positioned herself perfectly in his lap, but he was too shocked to notice at that very moment.

She adjusted her position to caress his lips and cheek. "What? Are you jealous? You don't seriously think that I would be interested in anyone but you. That I would willing give anyone other than you my number." She leaned in to kiss him and detoured to his brow with her heart pounding like a humming bird.

The moment he felt her lips on his forehead, her breasts in his face and warmth where his shirt had pulled up in the flip to his back, the childlike image of her that he had restrained himself with was shattered. He could no longer tell himself that she was only 17 or, just a kid. She was 100%, insanely hot, all woman sitting on him and removing his shirt. She was 100% woman as her smooth, warm, soft hands glided up his body and she was 100% woman when she told him she would mark him as hers for the world to see and mark him she did.

His only problem being was that when he flipped her to her back to return the favor and make a promise to her, he really pissed off the little alpha by mentioning that he would teach her to make a mark properly.

Kyoko was livid. She stopped him right after his lips had touched her skin just above her bra. With his face cupped in her hands she pushed him away. "What's wrong? Why did you stop me?" He was confused.

"You are going to teach me through a technique that you perfected on other women?... THAT PISSES ME OFF." She hissed and it wasn't Setsuka talking either. Kyoko pushed him off and yanked her coat off her bed where she had laid it earlier. The more she dwelt on it the more it pissed her off. It reminded her of Sho's womanizing ways and she needed to get out and cool her temper before she bit him, this time in anger.

"Where are you going?" He didn't realize the impact of what he had said to her.

"Hmm, I don't know... Seeing that I'm not up to your level, perhaps I'll just go find a few men that would be more than willing to help me match you in skill and experience." She told him in a flat tone as she shot him a glance over her shoulder and headed to the door. She was not about to be roped in by another Shotaro Fuwa. If anyone was going to do the using it was going to be her! She was done being the plain, boring little nobody that men made fun of! Her mind was buzzing like and angry hive of wasps she grabbed the door knob to leave and cool off. It seemed as though everything with Sho and what Ren had said was causing her to fall back into a few self deprecating thoughts and feelings.

His arm around her tightly and the slamming of the door, ripped her out of her angry haze like a bucket of ice water. He was breathing heavily and shaking a bit. "Where are you going?" His voice was filled with nervousness and a bit of anxiety. No, no, no! You are definitely not doing that as long as I'm living! His mind screamed. Ugh, why did I have to open my mouth? Why didn't I just kiss her?

He's never going to let me out of here like this. I need to salvage this situation. "What?" she turned in his arm. "You thought I was serious?"

He relaxed. "Where were you going?" He sounded relieved.

She had to think quickly if she wanted to get out of there. "I was just going to get something for our meals."

He sighed in frustration. "NO... You're staying here. I'll go."

She pouted at him like a petulant child. "But..."

"Go take a bath and get ready for bed. I'll go." He pointed to the bathroom.

"Fine..." She huffed and plopped onto her bed. "Don't forget salad and bread." She stuck her tongue out at him.

He smirked and rolled his eyes as he left.

She knelt quietly contemplating all that had happened up to this point. Her brow furrowed. Was he saying all of those things to me? No, I can't think that way. It's too dangerous. I cannot let a man ever do that to me again. But, I never felt that way with Sho... She felt a slight twinge in her heart. I really wanted him to do that. I liked the feel of him under me and on me. It was a little scary but, in a good way. She brushed the spot his lips initially touched before she pushed him off and reveled in the exciting little jolts of electricity that shot through her mind and body. She felt a little warm at the thought of how his bare skin felt. I think maybe a cold shower would cool me off. Why do I feel this way? She shivered thinking of his hands and lips on her.