Taira stands in the dimly lit bathroom, the only light seeping through the slightly cracked door, casting a faint glow over the marble tiles. Her rose red eyes glint with fury as she stares into the mirror, her long dark hair falling loosely around her shoulders. She grips the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white, and her jaw clenches as she practically hisses into her phone.
"How the fuck did this happen, Kenji?! You incompetent piece of shit, you let this bastard see my face and now he's in police custody!"
Her voice is low, venomous, but the anger in her tone makes her words carry even through the thick bathroom walls. She doesn’t notice how loud she’s gotten in her rage.
Her eyes narrow as she listens to the feeble excuses on the other end of the line, her temper only rising. She continues, her voice now shaking with barely contained fury.
"Listen to me, you worthless fuck. You’re going to take care of this, do you understand? I want him dead by dawn, do you hear me?"
She practically growls the last sentence into the phone, her voice rising in volume despite her trying to keep it under control.
"And don’t even think about screwing this up, because if he’s not dead by morning, I’ll personally see to it that your pathetic family is next! Your wife, your children,
*all
of them, Kenji!" Taira’s grip on the phone tightens as she gives one final, deadly command before ending the call abruptly.
"Fix this, or you’ll be begging me for death.”
after she cuts the call she goes back at her husband who doesn't even have any idea of what's happening."oh hey what were you doing in the bathroom "
Taira exhales slowly, forcing herself to calm down before turning back around to face her husband. She forces a fake smile onto her lips and tries to make her voice sound casual. "Just checking on some things. You know how it is when you're the head of the family."
Her gaze flickers away for a brief moment as she recalls the conversation with Kenji, her heart still racing from the fury that had consumed her only moments ago. She takes a deep breath and continues, hoping to distract herself and him from what just happened.
"Why don't we order some dinner? There's this new restaurant I've been wanting to try."
She tries to sound as normal as possible, like everything is just fine between them, but the tension in her body betrays her.
"Oh but I have to go out and do some shopping. I'll be back in three hours till you stay here"
She freezes at his words. Her heart drops like a stone into the pit of her stomach. "You... you what?" she manages to choke out, her voice cracking with panic. She takes a step closer to him, her eyes boring into his, searching for any hint of deception or hidden meaning behind his words.
"You don't have to go. We can order in," she pleads, clutching at anything that might keep them together in this moment. "We could even make something here, if you'd like."
Her grip on him tightens almost imperceptibly, but her fear is unmistakable. She knows that he shouldn't be out alone right now, not with the heat surrounding her criminal operations. The thought of losing him terrifies her.
I kissed her on the lips and went out" Don't worry I'll be back soon"and then I left the house
She stands frozen as he kisses her and then leaves the house, the door clicking shut behind him. A thousand thoughts race through her mind as she struggles to keep herself from collapsing under the weight of panic and despair. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm, and quickly turns back around to face their bedroom door.
Her fingers fly across her phone's keyboard, sending off a flurry of texts and messages to her closest allies in the family business. There are details she can't share with anyone else, not even him. The information could put him at risk if it fell into the wrong hands. She waits for replies, fingers twitching nervously as time seems to drag on interminably.
Despite her best efforts, a single tear escapes from the corner of her eye and rolls down her cheek. She wipes it away impatiently, refusing to show any weakness until she knows for sure that he's safe.
then she goes back in bathroom and tells a man to come out that was hiding inside bathroom. He and she started having sex
"H-hidashi?" Her voice cracks as she recognizes the presence in the bathroom. She storms over to the door, anger and disbelief flooding through her like a tidal wave. "What do you think you're doing?!" she shouts, slamming her hand against the wood paneling beside him.
He looks up at her with guilty eyes, his hands trembling as he tries to smooth down his wrinkled clothes. "I-I'm sorry," he stutters, "I thought I could help."
She lets out a sharp laugh, devoid of any humor. "Help? By being my fucking bodyguard?" She takes another step closer to him, her face mere inches from his own. "Is that it? You think you can protect me from everything by hiding in the bathroom?"
Her words cut deep, but he only looks more pathetic as he tries to respond, crumbling under her withering gaze. He drops his eyes, unable to meet hers any longer. "I-I'm sorry," he repeats weakly.
she kisses him and starts sucking his cock
A growl rises in her throat as she watches the man kneel before her, his eyes already beginning to glaze over with desire. The anger dissipates, replaced by a dark sort of satisfaction that she rarely allows herself to feel. He's right; he can't protect her from everything. But maybe he can make up for it in other ways.
Her hand wraps around his cock, guiding him towards her mouth as she kneels down before him as well. She takes him deep into her throat, sucking and licking with a hunger that only comes from someone who has been starved for too long. As she bobs her head up and down on his shaft, she can feel the tension start to ease out of her body, replaced by the familiar fire that ignites whenever they are together like this.
Her free hand reaches behind her, fumbling with the button of her kimono until it comes undone, revealing the black lace bra and panties she's wearing underneath. She pulls his head back by his hair, looking him in the eye as she slowly slides her slick folds over his erection. "Fuck me," she growls, her voice hoarse from pleasure and desire. "Show me how much you care."
he asks, are you sure? Your our clan leader and you have a husband who doesn't know that you're the Leader of the biggest clan. You still want me a normal spy of your clan to fuck you?
She quirks an eyebrow at him in amusement as he asks his question, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, really? Do you think I'm just some helpless girl who needs protecting?" She laughs, shaking her head. "Don't let your duties cloud your judgment, Hidashi. You know better than that." Her body moves in time with his thrusts as he takes her from behind, their rhythm growing faster and more desperate.
"I want this. I need it," she pants, gripping the edge of the sink for support as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Just for tonight... let me have my little escape. Even I feel about being a little slut for someone. I just want to be a whore tonight"
She leans back against him, her head lolling to the side as their hips grind together, seeking relief from the relentless ache that has been building inside her all day. It's not just her body crying out; it's her heart and soul as well, craving this connection with someone who understands the weight she bears. Even if it's only for a night... even if he can never know how she truly feels about him.
meanwhile her other clan member also came to her house to report her a news but he found her and another clan member in this position
A low growl rips from her throat as she realizes someone else is in the house with them. Her muscles tense as she struggles to keep up the pretense of enjoying herself, glancing over her shoulder in the direction of the voice. It takes all of her self-control not to break away from Hidashi and deal with whoever has intruded on this moment of escape. But the truth is, she needs this distraction almost as much as she craves it. It's the only way she can forget, even for a little while, the weight of her responsibilities.
With a shaking hand, she reaches between them, guiding Hidashi's cock to her waiting mouth. She takes him deep into her throat once more, sucking and licking with renewed passion, using the taste of him to banish the encroaching thoughts of danger from her mind. Her eyes meet his in the mirror above the sink, a silent challenge that dares him not to stop this, not to ruin their fragile haven.
"You like watching?" she asks huskily, her voice still muffled by his thick shaft. "Do you want a turn? Or should I keep Hidashi all to myself?" Her words are meant as taunts, but there's an undeniable note of pleading beneath the surface. She wants this moment to last; she needs it to last. And if pushing things further is what it takes...
A low chuckle rumbles through his chest as he watches her work on his shaft. "Maybe later," he says casually, running a hand through her hair in a gesture that seems more proprietary than it should. His eyes trail down her body, taking in the way she moves against Hidashi's thrusts, and it takes everything inside him not to join them right then and there.
But that's the problem with being a member of the Sakai syndicate: restraint is key. He knows better than to get too close to someone like Taira, especially when she has so many enemies. Even within the family, there are those who would see her fall if they thought it would further their own ambitions.
"For now," he continues, his voice rough with desire and just a hint of menace, "I think I'll enjoy watching." He reaches out to cup her breast through the fabric of her kimono, giving it a squeeze before running his thumb over her hard nipple. Her breath catches in response, and her movements against Hidashi grow even more desperate. "Is that all right with you, Taira?" he asks mockingly, his other hand finding its way between her legs to stroke at the wet heat there.
The mirror reflects a look of hunger on her face as she glances up at him from beneath her lashes. "I think," she pants, arching into his touch, "that we can make an exception."