Chapter 38: Skin Deep

Sneak peek.

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“That was… interesting.”

“No, me breaking his neck would be called interesting. That, was a fucking disaster.”

Mao looked over to a clearly still fuming Jun, though his calm voice indicated just the opposite. They had just left a party one of his associates had invited them to. The invitation came in the middle of their dinner; disrupting what had been a very delicious conversation. Jun, with obvious reluctance, had accepted. She didn’t mind. It wouldn’t do to rile any feathers and building new connections is always good. Jun, on the other hand, just wanted to go home and finish their conversation. In bed. 

That had been the better choice all along.

“I don’t know… It had its moments,” she said, giving a shrug.

Jun stopped in his tracks and turned to her, arching an incredulous brow. She continued walking, looking up at the stars. Jun had suddenly stopped their car earlier, wanting to walk the rest of the way home, and told their guards to go on ahead. All of them. Which was a first. He really needed to walk something off. 

Maybe she did, too.

“Well, I haven’t been to one of those parties. It was a definite eye-opener.”

He was at her side again, looking at her speculatively. Silent. As if waiting for something. 

She gave it to him. “That wasn’t your first party, was it?”

It was more of an orgy than a party, to be real. Jun had no idea that one Ayano Gou was the one behind it all. If he had known, he wouldn’t have hesitated to tell them to shove off. And she wouldn’t have had a glimpse into that debauched world. Wouldn’t have had a glimpse into a world Jun clearly had some experience with. 

A world he wanted far away from her. And she was glad for it.

Asking the question wasn’t about her not being aware of that part of his past. She’d known right from the start about his prolific experience. It hadn’t been a problem before. It sure isn’t a problem when he is showing her the decadent pleasures of lovemaking. Of fucking. Of joining together heart and soul. Not knowing where he ended and she began. 

So why was it eating at her now?

Maybe because he wasn’t hers then. But now, right now, he was. Hers. Only hers. 

And having his past shoved into her face with those breasts and all…  She appreciated it being just an abstract idea.

She glanced at Jun. He was still staring at her with that speculative look in his eyes. Did he sense where this was all coming from? 

“Well?” She was annoyed at the insecurities that came barreling out. It wasn’t a surprise they were there. But she never really expected to confront them with Jun standing in front of her. 

“No, it wasn’t.” 

“Do you… I mean… Do you like… that sort of thing?” She was watching him carefully. 

“I don’t.”

“Ami seems to think you do,” she retorted, getting irritated at his short answers.  

They had been ushered to the second floor of the seemingly quiet house. But as soon as the doors opened they were greeted with the sight of various people indulged in very compromising acts. Jun had swore viciously under his breath, tightening his hold on her waist. She knew her mouth had dropped open, unable to tear her eyes away from the disturbing scene. She somehow regained her composure just in time when their apparent hosts stepped up to welcome them, almost gleefully. 

Ayano Gou and Kitagawa Ami. She felt the antagonism from Ami and it didn’t take a genius to get that she was one of Jun’s lovers before. With all her innuendos and little comments. Trying to entice Jun as if she wasn’t standing right there. Alluding to more of his past lovers being in the room. And if that wasn’t enough, Ayano seemed to be interested in her. A little too interested. His hot gaze had roamed all over her and she felt her skin crawling. 

“Fucking take your eyes off her,” Jun had said calmly, interrupting Ami’s incessant blather. But she could feel his tightly coiled fury and it wouldn’t take much before he exploded. 

Ayano’s smirk deepened, purposely continuing to stare at her. “You used to share, Jun.”

Mao lifted her chin, eyes flashing furiously at him. This seemed to excite him further. Jun had calmly reached out and grabbed his neck, squeezing hard.  Ami seemed unable to move in fear, obviously remembering in hindsight what Jun is capable of.  Ayano tried to cover his surprise and gave a lewd smile. He seemed to be signaling his guards to stand down. Enjoying testing Jun’s wrath.

“Take your eyes off her or I’ll cut off your balls and feed them to you,” he warned, silkily. “Now, get out of my sight and if you so much as breathe in her direction again…” 

He shoved him away, eyes glinting dangerously. Grabbing her hand, they left without another word. But she could still feel Ayano’s gaze on her back as they walked away.

She felt Jun’s fingers tipping her chin up, bringing her back to the present. 

“Don’t listen to them. They don’t matter.”

But she can’t seem to let it go. 

“Do you… I don’t know… miss it or something? Am I-“ She abruptly cut herself off, unable to finish the question. 

Am I enough for you?

Jun’s eyes narrowed. He stepped closer; their bodies almost touching. The heat started spreading to every part of her; reacting to the intense way he was looking at her. 

“What would you do if I said I missed it?”

That was not the answer she was expecting. Not the answer she wanted to hear. Her jaw tensed, her chin jutted out. Marking her ire. She pulled away. He didn’t let her escape easily, wrapping an arm around her and bringing her right up against him. 

“What would you do?” He repeated, gazing down at her.

She didn’t want to answer such a question. Trying her best to get away from him. He didn’t know how that question was slicing her up inside.

He cupped her cheek, not allowing her to move. He looked straight into her eyes. “That won’t ever happen, Mao. I won’t share you. Ever. You’re mine.” 

She couldn’t seem to breathe right now. He was almost devouring her with his eyes and she couldn’t help but exult in the feeling. 

“I’ll kill any man who dares to touch you,” he said softly, his breathing going fast. “You are mine.”

She took in a deep breath, taking him in. His scent, his heat, his desire. His love. Her right hand unconsciously slid up, her fingers brushing against his lips. His tongue flicked out to taste her. They continued to hold each other’s gazes. He seemed to want something from her. His gaze almost anticipating.

Somehow she knew just what it was.

Her hand continued its way up, curling her fingers into his hair. She grabbed a fistful, none too gently. Jun seemed to relish the feeling. She tilted her head up, pulling his down slowly.

“And you are mine,” she whispered fiercely close to his lips.

“God, yes,” was his last reply as she smashed her lips onto his and showed him just what it meant to be hers.

She licked into his mouth, earning a deep moan from him. Their tongues battled and lashed at each other. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her into his, letting her feel just how much she affected him. He slowly rubbed himself against her. He cherished the whimpers she released into his mouth. He kissed her more deeply; never getting enough of her taste. If he didn’t stop, he’d have her right then and there. He tore his mouth from her; trying to catch his breath. He adored the glazed look in her eyes and pulled her forward. Having a sudden idea where they could continue this.

“We haven’t got our suits,” Mao said a while later, her voice echoing slightly in the indoor pool. Jun had let go of her hand and was starting to remove his tie.

“Who says we need them?” he turned to her, a devilish gleam in his eyes.

“No. We are not-“ She started to protest but stopped when Jun threw his shirt down onto one of the reclining chairs and started on his trousers. “Are you serious?”

“When it comes to getting you naked… and wet?” His lazy appraisal of her from head to toe sent a flutter to her veins. “Very serious.”

Before she knew it, he had finished stripping down and was padding towards the pool. He had always been confident in his nudity. Something she just couldn’t imagine herself being. Especially when they weren’t immersed fully in their passions. Water splashed and Jun surfaced, slicking back his hair. He rested his arms on the edge of the pool, cajoling her into joining him. 

“Come on, Mao.”

“I’m just not-“

His gaze fairly smoldered and she couldn’t resist the inviting rasp of his voice. 

“I need you…”

She swallowed hard, her body screaming for him. “Okay, but don’t look!”

Despite the fierce arousal coursing through his body, he couldn’t help but laugh at that statement. He looked at her, lovingly bemused. “Mao, it’s not like I haven’t seen it all.”

“Yes, I know but still, close your eyes! Or else I won’t be going in.” 

“Fine,” he said, letting out a put-upon sigh. “Hurry though. I want to be inside you.”

Her small clutch bag clattered on the floor. 

“Stop that!” 

Jun gave a small smirk, noting the way her voice quivered. He bit his lip, praying for her to hurry because he can’t wait any longer. God, how he ached for her.

“No looking!”

“I’m not!”

His heart thundered as he heard the rustling of her dress. His senses seemed to heighten along with his anticipation. He could almost taste her desire in the air. He heard her small feet hurrying along the floor and the next instant, the splash of water. He moved swiftly, pulling her into his arms as soon as she surfaced and captured her lips with his.

God, the feel of her. He urged her legs to wrap around his waist as he continued to kiss her hungrily. Wanting  to mark her as his. Needing to. Always. He bit and sucked her lips. Her fervent kisses matching his. Their bodies sliding sinuously against each other.

His hand went between them, moving downward. Her hips strained towards him as his fingers slid over her, so gently. She suddenly jerked when he rubbed her most sensitive part. He eased one of his fingers inside her. Finding her ready. So ready for him.

“I need you, Mao…”

“Yes… Yes…”

He gave a groan and thrust into her to the hilt. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as their lips met once more. The need to move inside her was great but he stayed still for the moment. He gave a tender kiss, while his blood pounded in his ears. 

“I can’t believe you’d ever doubt how I feel for you,” he whispered softly. “ Fuck, Mao, you’re all I ever want. Just one glance from you and I…”

He moved his hips slightly. She would have no doubt what he meant. She gave a small sigh and trailed kisses on his jaw.

“I know… I know… I wasn’t prepared for it being thrown in my face. I just... You’re mine, you know?” She said in such a small voice.

His whole body gave a shudder; he will never tire of hearing that.

“They’re going to regret provoking me like this. But then again,” he leaned back a little, his eyes twinkling. “I always love it when you get jealous and possessive. Maybe I’ll just shatter their kneecaps or something.”

He always had a thing about her asserting her dominance over him. Maybe it’s because she’s so used to him expressing how much she means to him, so used to him always pursuing her, that sometimes she forgets he needed to be needed too. There’s no denying her need and love for him. Though letting him know makes all the difference. She vowed to change that.

He then sobered. “I know I have a past. But what we are, what we have… it’s everything…”

Mao began to move her hips. She watched as Jun breathed in sharply. “Why did you do it?”

“My perpetual need for you,” he rasped, as he started to move with her. “There’s only so much my hands can do.”

The nip to his chin was a bit harder than usual. Still, it didn’t take away the pleasure it brought him. He gave a laugh.

“Hey, you asked.”

She soothed the spot with her tongue, her gaze locked to his. Jun’s eyes grew darker, his breath going harsh. Thrusting harder into her.

“It’s just the two of us, Mao. Just the two of us. Always.”

“Yes.” Her face alight with bliss and the sweetest smile. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. He growled and moved towards the pool wall. Pushing her roughly against it. The sudden surge inside her caused her to moan out loud and lean forward to seek his lips. She needed to be taken by him completely. Needing his taste, his scent covering her. She met him thrust for thrust, rubbing against him with wild abandon. Their panting breaths, their moans growing louder and louder. The heated whispers of what he wanted to do to her inflaming her further. His hands that had been everywhere was suddenly cupping her bottom, opening her up even more for his increasing need.

“Mine,” he said roughly and crashed his lips to hers.

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