Chapter 10

" Who did this to your pretty face? — Karma criticized, climbing onto my lap — but you know, you look even sexier like this — she said and hugged my shoulders before running her tongue between my lips.

I looked at the round table, everyone was still playing and teasing each other while completely ignoring us. I tensed up when I felt her rubbing herself on my cock, Karma stuck her tongue in my mouth and kissed me desperately.

" Enough! — I ordered, pushing her away harshly. Her drunken eyes stared at me in confusion.

" Why? We're having fun — she purred, hiding her face in the crook of my neck. — I missed you so much... let's have fun — she asked, running her hands down my body.

" Okay, let's go somewhere else — I ordered, easily taking her off my lap, Karma didn't complain when I pulled her through the hall towards the elevator.

With Karma hanging on my shoulders, I sent a message to Shin. I didn't need to send any details, he would understand when he saw the redhead's name on the screen. We went up to the mansion's bedrooms. I entered a familiar room and closed the door with the girl still holding me.

"Do you want to have fun?" I asked, pushing her against the spacious bed. Karma moaned softly and then laughed mischievously.

"Yes, please," she murmured, holding the belt loop of my pants. I knelt on the bed, straddling her body.

"But you know how I like to have fun," I reminded her, starting to take off my tie. "You like my style, right?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Y-yes," she murmured in a groggy voice.

"Now close your eyes and don't get up," I ordered, wrapping the tie around her head, covering her eyes. Karma continued to smile, excited about the game. I moved away silently and sat on the edge of the bed, taking the small rope from the drawer of the nightstand.

" Don't be gentle — she asked, fidgeting.

" I never am.

I rolled my eyes at her loud laugh, already impatient, I grabbed her hands and held them tightly. Karma grunted at the grip, but didn't complain. I turned my head to the door, Shin came in holding a drink. I greeted him with a wave and accepted the cold drink, eager to get the taste of the girl out of my mouth.

" Take care of it — I whispered in her ear.

Shin nodded, taking off his white shirt. I approached the bed, analyzing the girl lying down with her dress lifted, showing her black lace panties.

" Hey, let's get started — I warned, kneeling on the bed, Karma fidgeted when I pulled down her panties. — Look at you, you're already all wet — I commented, making her cheeks turn a strong shade of red.

" Can you come inside me already? I can't wait any longer — she asked, spreading her legs.

" Whatever you want — I agreed, switching places with Shin. He had taken off his shirt and his pants were falling down his hips.

I took a sip of the vodka, studying his broad, attractive back. I slowly sat up on the bed, looking down at the muscles of his abdomen. He was smooth and firm. I still remember very well the feeling of sliding my mouth all over his body.

Shin was masturbating while caressing the noisy redhead's clitoris. My gaze returned to his face, finding his attention completely on me. His full lips were parted and his chest rose and fell quickly. He was attractive and perfect.

I drank the vodka, feeling my body slowly relax. I lay down on the bed, hearing Karma moan loudly as she was penetrated forcefully and without warning. The bed began to move and the sound of bodies and moans filled the silent room.

" Ryu.

Matias's hoarse voice invaded my mind, his moans following my rhythm, the feeling of his body writhing, his taste and how hot he was. My heart lurched and desire crawled under my skin.

" Ryuuji.

The shrill feminine voice brought me back to the room, I turned my head finding Shin's gaze still on me. I sat on the bed and touched his face, running my thumb over his wet mouth making him close his eyes and lean in seeking my touch.

With my head full of alcohol I captured his lips in a rough and hurried kiss, Shin gasped allowing me to invade his mouth in search of his tongue. Lost in the kiss, I heard Karma moan loudly and cum.

Shin came next, nibbling on my lip as I pulled his soft hair. Breaking the kiss, resting my forehead against his and smelling the sweat and sex.

" Good boy — I murmured stealing a weak smile from him.

" Ryuuji — Karma called, catching my attention.

Shin stepped away to get himself together and I knelt down next to the disheveled girl, untied her wrists and pulled the tie a little from her eyes.

“Did you have fun?” I asked, touching the red strands on her pink face.

“I love you,” she murmured, burying her face in the pillow.

“Don’t be an idiot,” I laughed disdainfully before leaving the room with Shin by my side.

***

"When are you going to tell your dad you're gay?" Kenji asked.

We were in the crowded diner in the middle of the night, I was eating fries while Shin devoured his pizza with beer across the table.

"I don't know... maybe when he's on his deathbed," I replied, knowing it would be much easier when he was stuck in a bed and couldn't give orders anymore.

"You're a coward," Kenji hummed, making me jab his ribs with my elbow.

"Joking. Joking," he declared, massaging the sore spot.

"Are you worried he'll kick you out?" Shin asked, looking at me.

"I’m not letting that bitch take my place," I muttered, but Shin kicked my shin under the table, making me huff.

"Artemis," I corrected, grabbing my soda.

"I doubt he’ll do that. He knows Shin is bisexual and about the other gay members. If Hataki were homophobic, they would’ve kicked them out a long time ago," Kenji said, and Shin nodded firmly.

"But in case that happens, I’ll take care of you," Shin assured with amusement. "Apartment, food, clothes, access to my bank account, everything you want," he said with a mischievous grin.

"Fuck off, I’ll set that place on fire before the bastard kicks me out. If it’s not mine, it won’t be anyone’s," I said, watching the twins exchange glances.

"I’ll take care of the gasoline," Shin agreed without hesitation.

"I'll light the lighter," Kenji followed with a grin, excited.

"It’s good to know we're going to hell together," I joked, starting to have fun, but the feeling didn’t last long when motorcycles parked in front of the diner.

Under the purple neon light, I watched Matias take off his helmet and dismount the bike. It had been a week since our last meeting, and he looked more than fine.

I rested my arm on the table, feeling something warm settle in my groin, eating fries while ignoring the sensation.

Kenji hugged my shoulders as the group approached.

"We’re in neutral territory, Ryuuji, don’t do anything stupid," he ordered, grabbing my jacket.

My gaze was naturally drawn to Matias. His wounds were still visible on his lips and cheekbones, but what really bothered me was the mocking smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. Anton hugged his friend and pulled him to the empty table behind us.

"Why do we keep eating at this shitty place?" Kenji muttered, drinking beer.

"For the food," Shin replied, still watching the group closely. "And because the owner doesn’t mind selling us beer," he added, shrugging.

The conversation continued, but I could only think of the overwhelming presence of the guy behind me, his addictive scent, and his tense voice when making his order. I pressed my lips together, feeling my heart pounding in my ears.

"Let’s go," I announced, interrupting the conversation.

"We shouldn’t," Shin murmured.

"Let’s go," Kenji agreed, leaving the money on the table.

I stood up, ignoring the looks, and we walked out of the noisy, stuffy diner together. I took a deep breath as the cold wind touched my warm face.

"I need to do something, you guys can go first," I said, grabbing the white jacket from the car and putting it on to protect myself from the cold.

"Where are you going?" Kenji asked immediately.

"I’ll stay in neutral territory if that’s what worries you," I assured him, sending him a smile.

"It’s better if we stick together," he commented, but Shin just stared at me in silence.

"I won’t do anything reckless, I just want to be alone," I said, hiding my hands in the jacket. "I’ll see you at home, and don’t follow me," I ordered, hurrying away, still feeling the burn of attention from the diner.

I walked through the empty city, noticing only a few cafes and pharmacies still open. It was past three in the morning, and even though I knew I had to wake up early, I had no desire to sleep.

I bought a black coffee, hoping to warm my hands, and stood on the deserted bridge over the river that ran through the city. I didn’t turn when I heard footsteps approaching; I didn’t need to, I recognized the soft scent the wind carried.

"Is this where you make sure I won’t get up again?" I mocked, still leaning on the bridge, watching the clear water flowing by.

Matias stood beside me, and it was so easy to feel the heat radiating from his body.

"I'm not here because I want to be," he retorted seriously. "Give this to your dad," Matias revealed a black envelope, but I didn’t take it, just stared at him disinterested.

"What’s this?" I asked, turning towards him, noticing his wounded lip and how it would leave a beautiful scar.

"My mom wants a meeting," he revealed, making me laugh.

"The answer is no. And I don’t need to deliver this shitty envelope to know his decision," I explained, feeling my muscles tense.

"It’s your..."

"It’s been five years since my dad's first and last meeting with your mom’s bitch. He accepted all the terms, and she set him up in the end," I remembered with disgust. Matias moistened his lips and lowered his gaze.

"You must know the story, he was arrested, but thanks to our blonde lawyer, he got released and sued the state for wrongful imprisonment and false accusations, not to mention abuse of power. Your mom’s bitch may not have lost her position, but she paid a big settlement to my family for it," I commented, smiling as I remembered the shame and humiliation she felt asking for forgiveness on television.

Matias tensed his jaw and held my gaze with such intensity that I could swear he could burn a hole in my skin.

"So, Matias, tell your mom that the Hataki family told her to fuck off," I declared, shoving his shoulder as I passed.

"Did you know?"

My body froze at the sound of his voice, and I cursed myself for longing for a second dose that night. Against my will, I turned towards him.

"Did you know who I was?" he asked.

I furrowed my brow, noticing his clenched fist and how tense his shoulders were, just like mine.

"Do you think I lied because I knew you were her son?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Why else would you lie about who you are?" he retorted with distrust.

"Because people are afraid to get involved with me," I answered honestly. "Which guy is going to want to fuck someone from Hebi, especially being a Hataki?" I said, studying his face, enjoying every second of that sweet conversation.

"You’re right," he agreed, thoughtful.

I smiled when his muscles began to relax and his throat moved as he swallowed.

"So that’s why you were so angry?" I began, waking him from his thoughts. "Not because you found out I’m a Hataki, but because you thought I lied to you, that everything I did was to hit your mom?" I asked, widening the smile.

Matias composed himself in seconds and continued staring at me with such intensity that I could swear he could make a hole in my skin.

"And you?" he retorted in a calm, hoarse voice. "Why did it look like I had broken your heart?" he teased, stealing my amusement.

"Careful," I warned coldly.

"Does that still make you sensitive?" he mocked, mimicking my smile.

"I told you to be careful," I repeated, taking a step toward him. Matias did the same, making me uneasy.

"No, it’s better if you be careful," he ordered, so close I could smell him invading me. "You think I didn’t notice? I may have liked fucking you, but I also know how you felt, Ryuuji," he declared, making my heartbeat falter.

"What’s that?" he asked, with such softness that it turned me on.

"What?" I forced the words out.

Matias smiled, holding my neck, letting me feel his warm fingers against my skin once more.

"How’s it feel to be obsessed with the son of a bitch?" he challenged before pulling away, slamming hard against my shoulder.

With blurry vision, I turned, staring at his back, the black jacket with the Red Flower, piercing it. I bit my lip hard, feeling the yearning and the need for his body against mine, over and over again.

"Son of a bitch."