Kaori was pacing in her room of the Chinzanso hotel, her heart beating loudly in the confines of her chest. On her bed was a cute little boutique tote bag, sleek and shining black with a red ribbon. The focus of her turmoil was embossed with a silver eye, winking at her with promises of naughty mischief and secret confidences.

  The last month had been a dizzying rush to the altar leading up to the climax of her fairy-tale wedding, and while she had profoundly enjoyed herself, she felt like she had merely been along for the ride, swept off her feet and carried along by her soon-to-be-husband. Every date had been perfectly planned, him ever so attentive and affectionate, but not in the clingy way of the sycophants who had tried to buy her favors in the past.

  He kept things exciting and fresh; there never was a dull moment to be had with Oroshi. So far, however, she had not really reciprocated. She had yet to contribute anything to that relationship, and now, on the eve of her wedding, it was her last chance to take charge and let him know that she was more than a celebrity with a pretty face.

  Plus the man was genuinely amazing, and while he had waited all of this time, ever the perfect gentleman, she had caught a hint of lust and desire in his eyes. More than once.

  His patience and passion are well deserving of a reward, she thought, eyeing the bag once more. She had procured it through one of her friends and it sat there on her bed, as if daring her.

  I’m up to the challenge, she thought grabbing the bag decisively. She opened it and laid the contents on her bed. There was shockingly little to it. Almost nothing, but that nothing would shape years of her relationship. The “panties” were but a tiny wisp of lace layered in an intricate pattern, as if to hypnotize the men fortunate enough to behold them. It even had a tiny bow as if it contained a present for her lover… She smiled. She had a lover now, or at least, she would have one soon!

  She realized with a shock it was a crotchless design, as if the second needed to take the panties off would still be one second too many. The matching bra was a sinful blend of pink and purple silk with light threads of gold. It would do very little to support her generous chest, but such was clearly not its purpose.

  It was… perfect. She showered quickly and slipped on the underwear. She quivered in anticipation as she wrapped herself in a silken yukata, the perfect gift for the handsome man who had everything… or would soon anyway. She stepped gingerly out of her room into the hotel’s corridor, listening intently for any sound that might betray a presence.

  The ancient and very respectable establishment was silent, bathed in the eerily soft lights of the gardens. She glided along the hallways, hardly making a sound. Her kendo training came through for her at the most unexpected of times and she pictured herself as a ninja penetrating the enemy’s fortress, blending effortlessly in the shadows. She wondered how many other lovers had braved the adventure in the seven decades of the hotel’s existence. Surely, she couldn’t be the first lady to commit an indiscretion, but even if she was… so what? This was HER story with her fiancé, and for once in her life, she hadn’t a care for public opinion.

  Soon, her target appeared in view. No one was around, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Security for the wedding was tight, but fortunately for her, they only worried about access to the hotel, careful not to disturb their guests, the finest, most influential men and women of Japan. This suited her just fine as she moved to the door. She had secured herself a master key and could open any door in the hotel. Oroshi was in for the night of his life. Of that, she had no doubt as she slowly pushed the door open, inch by inch. The door swung inward without a sound, revealing a sumptuous salon lit with candles and a trail of rose petals on the floor.

  She gasped. Had she been expected? She found it hard to believe, but the trail was there, she had no choice but to bow to the masterful man who was no doubt waiting for her in the adjacent bedroom. Still, he could not possibly have heard her come in, he wouldn’t expect her to have a key to his room anyway. She walked to the bedroom door and swung it open. She had been outmaneuvered once more, but she would manage at least this tiny surprise.

  Surprise indeed. Followed by shock, rage and fury.

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  A man stood there, shirtless. He wore assless black leather chaps and a leather hat. In his hand was a black riding crop and he was mercilessly beating a naked girl tied to his bed. The gag in her mouth turned her screams into muffled whimpers as fine lines of blood streaked across her chest.

  Kaori stared in horror at the man who turned to face her, his turgid manhood erect. Oroshi was no less shocked at the vengeful fury who was charging him, boiling with anger. The pampered little princess here? Storming his makeshift dungeon? That was the last thing he had expected. She slammed into him, toppling him to the floor and hitting his chest while screaming.

  Tears were running down her face, forming small trails of mascara. Her strikes were heavy and precise. A weaker man might have been over powered. Oroshi was anything but weak though. He grabbed hold of her wrists and reversed her, pinning her on her back under the crushing weight of his powerful hips, his member pressed across her belly. Her silk yukata had come undone, her carefully prepared surprise in plain view.

  Methodically, he pinned her arms to the floor and leaned over them, stretching her out. She was completely trapped, his face a hair away from hers. He wore a wicked, malevolent smile.

  He had seen her underwear and finally understood why she was here. If only he had known… but he hadn’t.

  “You couldn’t hold on any longer, could you? Still, that’s no excuse to barge into my chambers uninvited! Don’t worry, darling, you will soon learn how to serve me properly,” he murmured right into her ear.

  Kaori’s eyes flared with anger and unbridled violence. She tried to fight but she was pinned, crushed by the terrifying power of the man she had hoped to love.

  Life is a sick joke, isn’t it?

  “You are never getting away with this, you sick bastard,” she screamed with rage. “People are coming.”

  He looked straight into her eyes, enthralled by her impotent rage and defiance. He would relish snuffing out that fire and turning her into another adoring doll. She had spirit, crushing her would be a masterpiece. Of that, he had no doubt.

  But she was right about one thing though. People would come soon and there was no time to tame her properly now. That would take months! Long, passionate and pleasure-filled months to be sure, but months nevertheless and he had minutes at most.

  Think. First, he needed time. Locking the door would get him a few more minutes. The door to the bedroom was wide-open. Was the main door even closed?

  He snarled at Kaori, “Stay!” as stood back up.

  THAT was a mistake, as he immediately realized. She wasn’t terrified, she was furious. She wasn’t broken like most of his conquests would have been at that stage.

  As soon as he got up, she sprung to her feet and rushed for the door. She was FAST. He barely had the time to grab the back of her yukata. The thin piece of silk tore apart and Kaori burst out of the door wearing nothing but her underwear.

  The mad bitch had to be put down or everything he worked for, decades of careful planning, all would come undone. He grabbed his gun from the dresser and looked at it for a second. A flicker of annoyance crossed his face—this was messy, unplanned. But she couldn’t be allowed to escape. He sighed, a quiet exhalation of breath.

  “Shoganai, ne?” It had to be done. He rushed after her. She was already at the end of the corridor when he lined his first shot.

  Bang!

  He missed. Kaori dove into the emergency staircase. He was gaining on her, but not fast enough. He fired another shot. She exited into the second floor. He jumped across the stairs down to the next landing and barreled into the corridor, still in hot pursuit. She was running in zigzag. She had probably been trained for these situations by her bodyguards, but he realized with pleasure that she had miscalculated. She had nowhere to go, there was nothing at the end of the hallway, nothing but a big glass pane overlooking the quiet park below. The thrill of the hunt made his heart pound and he fired another shot. He missed. No matter. She was cornered.

  Kaori looked in panic at the end of the corridor. She expected emergency stairs, but there were none. All the doors were closed. She had felt a rush of wind from the bullets flying by her head. This was it. She had managed to run so far, but the corridor was a dead end. Nowhere to go. Ahead of her, the glass pane shattered from the impact of a stray bullet.

  She jumped.