Yakuza Wife

The Partition of Glass

21 January 2015, 11:30 PM | Minato District, On the Way Back:

The luxury limousine glided through the cold Minato night. Inside the quiet rear cabin, I remained completely silent throughout the ride. I chose to sit as far away from him as possible, pressing myself into the corner of the seat while doing everything I could to fight off the dizziness and drunkenness that was spreading through my head.

I murmured softly, leaning against the car door. What he had said at the restaurant about wanting my body kept echoing in my mind, blending with the spinning sensation caused by the alcohol.

Seeing how exhausted I looked, Sousuke slowly shifted closer. He reached out his strong hand, intending to brush aside a few strands of my wavy black hair that had fallen across my face.

I flinched in surprise. My body trembled slightly in panic as I instinctively raised my weakened hands to stop his wrist from touching my face.

"You're drunk, Reika. Stop being so stubborn when your own body can barely keep itself upright."

Sousuke spoke in a low voice, gazing into my eyes.

"N-No... I'm just sleepy..."

I shook my head, which felt heavier and more unsteady with every passing second, trying to convince him even though my consciousness was already on the verge of fading.

Sousuke paid no attention to my protest. Instead, he moved even closer, gently brushed my hands aside, and with one firm yet painless pull, wrapped an arm around my slender waist and drew me tightly onto his lap.

"Let me go... I'm fine..."

With the little strength I had left, I tried to push against his broad chest beneath the expensive suit, my half-lidded eyes looking up at him in silent plea.

Instead of pulling away, Sousuke cupped my jaw with one hand, holding it in an utterly possessive grip as his golden eyes slowly drifted down to my full, glossy lips.

"W-Why—"

My words were cut off as Sousuke suddenly leaned in and claimed my lips in a kiss that was hot and demanding.

He deepened the kiss, gripping the back of my neck so I couldn't pull away while his other arm locked tightly around my waist, forcing me to accept his breath and tongue, carrying the rich scent of expensive sake.

A muffled whimper escaped into his kiss as tears streamed down my cheeks in panic. I struggled against him and instinctively glanced toward the driver behind the wheel, hoping the man in front would notice and come to my rescue.

But as if he already knew what I was thinking, the highly trained yakuza driver calmly pressed a button on the dashboard. The next second, the black hydraulic partition rose swiftly, completely sealing off the rear cabin and leaving me alone with Sousuke.

Sousuke took full advantage of the moment. He devoured my lips with even greater hunger, stealing away every breath until my body went limp. Only then did he shift his powerful frame, pressing me completely onto the limousine's leather seat beneath his intimidating weight.

"Mm... Let go— Nghhh...!"

I struggled beneath his larger body, using every ounce of strength to pound against his rock-hard shoulders, desperately searching for a chance to breathe and break free.

"I told you, didn't I? I want your body, Reika. And there's no point struggling inside my car."

Sousuke broke the kiss only for a moment before moving down to kiss my neck roughly, leaving a reddish mark on my light bronze skin while his hot breath brushed against my ear.

***

"No... Sousuke, I haven't given you my answer yet...!"

I struggled with all the strength I had left, trying to shout, but my voice was swallowed by the soundproof luxury limousine cabin.

Sousuke didn't stop. Under the influence of alcohol and his restrained desire, his large, warm hand began to wander, slowly caressing my thigh beneath the slit of my emerald gown.

"Let go... Don't...!"

Tears streamed onto the leather seat beneath me as my trembling hands desperately tried to seize his wrist, struggling to stop his hand from moving any higher along my thigh.

The man's dominance felt absolute. With one forceful tug, he pulled down the upper part of my luxurious gown, then began pressing lingering kisses against the exposed skin of my chest.

"I haven't agreed... to the contract...!"

Using the last of my strength, I grabbed both sides of his head, trying to push his face away as he continued kissing the skin of my chest.

"You don't have any time left to refuse, Reika. And I can't hold myself back any longer from tasting you."

Sousuke spoke in a low, husky voice, his hot breath brushing against my skin.

"Three days... that was your promise...! Please...?"

My sobs broke free as I pleaded desperately, my body trembling uncontrollably with overwhelming fear.

Hearing my hysterical sobbing, Sousuke's reckless movements suddenly came to a halt. He remained silent for a moment, though his large body still held me firmly beneath him. Looking down at me, his golden eyes had grown noticeably darker.

"The day after tomorrow... I... I'll give you my answer... Please...!"

I cried, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I looked at him with pleading eyes, begging him to honor the deadline he had set himself.

"The day after tomorrow. If you try to run away before then, or if you give me the wrong answer, I won't show you any mercy, Reika."

Sousuke looked straight into my tear-filled eyes, studying my flushed face, reddened by fear and intoxication, for several long moments. Slowly, he let out a deep breath, drew his face away, and sat back upright, allowing me to straighten my gown with trembling hands.