Owned by the Yakuza: A Japanese Mafia Bad Boy Romance by Ariel London Read Free Book Online

you care? Can’t wait to get rid of me can you?”
    Sora smiled. “No, just wondering how much longer that I’m going to have to put up with you hanging around my Tadao.”
    I was shocked. “ Your Tadao ? What happened to ‘ Himura-san’ ?” I mocked her high tone. “You guys aren’t together are you?”
    “Not exactly, no,” Sora leaned against the row of lockers. “But I know one thing: once the novelty wears off, he’s going to dump you like yesterday’s garbage. That’s what he does, you know.”
    I hoped that I hid the twinge of pain that jerked through my body. “Well, that’s just fine,” I said, straightening my dress. “I’ll be out of here as soon as that debt is paid off. I have higher career aspirations than whoring out my time.”
    Sora’s mouth fell open. She was red as if I slapped her across the face, and I might as well have. I turned on my heel and left the room, hurrying up the stairs to meet Tadao in the VIP lounge.
    I was breathing hard and blinking back tears by the time I reached the door. I knocked before opening the door. I looked around. The room was empty, except for Tadao. He was sitting in his usual armchair by the balcony, looking out over the crowded main floor.
    At the sound of the door shutting, he turned to me. “Oriana, there you are.”
    I sat down on the ottoman beside the chair. “I can’t stay long. I have clients booked all night.”
    “I know,” Tadao said, he tucked a loose tendril of hair behind my ear, moving his fingers slowly and gently. “Who do you think paid for this hour?”
    “What?” I gasped. “You don’t have to pay for my company, Ta – Himura-san,” I corrected quickly.
    “No, call me Tadao,” He insisted. “I think we should be on a first name basis by now.”
    “Ok, fine, Tadao,” I repeated. “You don’t have to pay for my time. I’m the one who owes you.”
    The kyodai shrugged. “ Technically , you owe the family. Not me.”
    I closed my eyes as his fingers trailed down my cheek and over my bottom lip. I shivered under his touch. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted rough. I nipped at his fingers and he pulled his hand away. “Tadao, if you want my time, all you need to do is ask.”
    Tadao grinned, leaning forward and kissing me. He grasped the back of my neck. “Is that so?”
    “However, I believe I am on duty right now, and it’s my job to listen to your problems,” I added, using a line that was said when clients were getting too physical.
    “The only problem that I have right now,” Tadao whispered against my ear while working my hair free from the low ponytail that it was tied in. “Is that you’re not naked.” His free hand grabbed my breast, squeezing and handling me even rougher than he had last time. He was beginning to see that whatever my limit was, we still had not found it.
    I moaned, trembling as I slipped off the ottoman and kneeled at his feet. I slowly ran my hands flat against his knees and then upwards. I found my prize, standing stiff and arching against the fabric of his pants. I rubbed his hardness through the fabric, stroking him with the heel of my palm and teasing with my fingers.
    Tadao clenched his teeth, hissing out a long groan and wrapping my hair around his hand. He looked at me, nodding for me to continue.
    As I unzipped his fly, his cellphone buzzed in his pocket. I glanced up.
    Tadao pulled the phone from his pocket and swiped to answer it. “What?” He said to whoever was on the other line.
    I unbuckled his belt. I paused, my hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft.
    Tadao raised his eyebrows while listening to the call. “I didn’t say stop.” He whispered and then returned his attention to the call.
    Oh god, this was better than any of my fantasies. I loved him using me like this. I got down to business, stroking his length and using my mouth on the head of his glistening cock. Aside from a few sharp intakes of breath, Tadao miraculously continued the phone call, even as he