Let Me Read You In — The Yakuza's Jewel

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This is The Yakuza's Jewel, a why choose mafia romance, by me, Tierra Cox.

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Welcome to Let Me Read You In, where you can hear the first chapter of my novels before choosing which world you want to enter. This is the Yakuzas Jewel, a why choose Yakuza romance with dangerous men, obsession, and a black woman at the center of it all, by me, Tiara Cox. If this chapter catches you, you can find the full book on Amazon or Noir Pages. If you're on my website right now, click the button down below. But right now, let me read you in. Dinner was delicious. More than that. I don't think I've had a meal that good since my company treated everyone to a really fancy hibachi dinner. That was years ago. Now I'm sitting in Kenzo's Mat Black Toyota Sentry as we head towards an undisclosed location that he assures me has beautiful sights. I have a proposition for you, Maki. He's fallen so easily into a nickname for me, and I chuckle at the use of the hard C in it. It's cute. Have you ever been a kept woman? I'm not exactly sure what he means, but I clear my throat and try to think of the connotations of that wording. You mean like a boyfriend who pays for everything? Or a housewife? I've never been married, but I do make it a point to date men who are providers in all aspects. Why should I take out my car when you work to impress someone else? Kenzo chuckles. There's a toothpick sticking out the right corner of his mouth, and he flicks it with his tongue. Not a housewife. We have maids, butlers, and chefs. He glances at me from the corner of his eye. Men who pay for everything that your heart could desire, any wants, needs, simple wishes. He chuckles. Hell, might be able to pull off big ones too. Depending on what it is. And what you'll give in return. Sounds ominous. The car pulls up to a cliff drive overlooking the city below. He's right, it is beautiful. And now we sit in the silent vehicle and gaze at the lights of the city below. What I'm willing to give, huh? I'm not stupid. Sex is the currency. Then again, I can't think of anything I want badly to give it up. Not that I'm unwilling. Kinzo is fine as hell and he's been a gentleman so far. If I feel like it, and he talks a good game, I am willing. It's all on you, Maki. I'll do nothing that you don't ask me for. He turns fully in his seat now and Kinzo places one lean and toned arm around the back of his seat. The other drapes in his lap. What do you want to ask me for? Scoffing I roll my eyes playfully. I had a great meal with nice company. Now I'm in a pretty spot looking at the city away from all the noise and the hustle and bustle. Blinking slowly my hair drapes forward framing my face. I know I look seductive while doing so. I don't think I need much more. The corner of Kinzo's mouth lifts in a smile, and he opens his car door suddenly, letting in a blast of cold air. He flicks his toothpick somewhere into the night, and without a glance back at me he leans against the front of the car. His arms are crossed in front of his chest, and I know he's waiting to see what I'll do. I don't have a jacket. A glance around the car tells me that there isn't anything to keep me warm. Half of me wants to honk the horn and tell him to get his ass back in, but the other half is curious, so I take the path of the cat. Getting out, my stocking covered legs are rubbed into goosebumps as I place one foot on the pebbled ground. Closing the door, as I make my way to the front of the vehicle, Kinzo removes his coat and helps me into it before turning back to the city. I was born here, and I'll die here, he states slowly. I've been to other countries, China, Korea, Thailand, Taiwan, even the US. He takes a deep breath. Beautiful spots in many of those places, but nothing is like home, you know? I can understand that. I've been to Europe and many East Asian countries, but there's something about Massachusetts that I miss. The snow, the familiar comfort of the devil you know. I don't know what it is, but it's what I know. And sometimes I find myself homesick. On other days, I prefer the overseas offices. I can understand that, I say, and Kenzo nods. I miss home at times, but then I remember where I am, and that so many Americans have never left their soil. I didn't want to be like that. I needed to travel. And here you are in Japan, he finishes for me. Do you like it? Can you see yourself stay here? Forever? Great question. I'm not sure. I had thought to settle in southern France, to be honest, kick my feet up at my remote office and just chill. I don't know. I was thinking Europe. Kenzo nods his head, the old world. So much rich history. Japan has that as well, I add, not wanting to unintentionally offend. I've been to some amazing castles and learned the real history of items and words that have been whitewashed by cinema and Otaku. He laughs out loud at that. Ah, the glory of the samurai and the hatred for the ninja. He reaches out and slings his arm around my waist before settling his hand against my thigh. Exactly, I reply. So I quickly change the subject. Why ask me about being a kept woman? Kinzo says nothing. A gust of wind kicks by and I shiver gently in his arms. What he does next I don't expect, but at the same time it takes my breath away with the sincerity of the gesture and the amount of romanticism in it. Kinzo quickly stands in front of me and places both hands on my hips. He lifts my bottom onto the hood of the car and presses himself close to me. He leans his lips over mine, rubbing against me while slowly circling his hips before capturing my mouth. The taste of wine lingers on his mouth, and I open my lips to allow his tongue passage. We kiss, and suddenly I feel his hands everywhere, on my face, neck, thighs, my stomach, rolling up to my breast, kneading them softly under my shirt. Kinzo moans into my mouth and his hands drop lower, hiking up my skirt until he rips my stockings right at the apex of my body. Hey, hey, I speak under the kiss, but he nips my lower lip. Hush, Kinzo commands me, and I do, savoring his mouth on my neck while his fingers brush against the edge of my panties. Heat and need begin to rise in me, and I let out a throaty moan which makes him chuckle. I want to do so much more. I'd love to watch my fingers slide into your pussy before tasting her. I suck my lower lip into my mouth and watch as his eyes meet mine again. I'm wet, and Kenzo is dragging his first two fingers lazily around my clit and against my lips. My thighs shake around him while his left hand teases my cat, the right clamps down on my knee. Let's talk about that proposition, shall we? I don't want to talk about anything but that snake in his pants that was hard and primed against me not too long ago. What about it? I choke out, trying to press myself into his hand. Be a good girl, Monkey. He squeezes my knee hard. Pay attention to what I'm saying, because I will offer this one time, and then never again. Mm hmm, sure. That's what I think. But as I watch him lower to his knees, scooting my ass toward the edge of the hood, I just nod my head in compliance. Yes, I'm listening. Kenzo breathes hot air over my body, and I lean my head back wishing like hell that he would just put his mouth on me and stave off this lust. I can take you to my rooms, or I can take you to a love hotel, he begins while holding my lower lips open with his left hand. The right forefinger taps against my clit, sending thrills into my nervous system. If I take you to a love hotel, we have one night, and I will never see you again. Or what's my other option? He's preventing me from impaling myself on his fingers. My body is wet and the way he circles his forefinger around my bud is maddening. Or Kinzo leans in and gives a long, pressure filled lick to my clit, and my leg shoots out in response. I need this. I can take you to my rooms, fuck you all night, make you breakfast in the morning, and I will give you all the details about being an Indo woman. Kinzo kisses up my thigh, stopping at where my thigh meets my body to nibble. The Indo woman to the Elite Ten. Is that who he works for? He's saying I'll be his girl? I can't think, and I don't care to. My head is leaning back, my thighs are quaking, and before I get the chance to form coherent thoughts and answer this man, Kinzo is sucking hard on my clit. I nearly see stars. My hands fall into his hair and he chuckles against my body. His mouth moves side to side and the delicious feel of his scraggly beard against my pussy is overwhelming. I could come right here, right now, but just as it's getting good, Kinzo stops. He stands up, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and closes my legs tight. Hotel or my room Bastard. I'm breathing deep, my chest rising and falling, and to his credit, Kinzo keeps his eyes on mine. He brushes his hair back and smiles, knowing damn well that I get something out of this either way, but the point is one will last longer and has food involved. What if I say no to your proposition? I ask, reaching for him, my hands catching on his pristine white shirt. Then I call a car and it takes you home, and I will never see you again. He shrugs as if it means nothing to him, or perhaps that's my perception. And if I say yes, Kenzo allows me to drag him closer. His hands find my waist again, and he smooths his hand across my tummy. He speaks against my lips, and I can taste myself on them. Then every night you'll be filled with pleasure. Every night you will go to bed sated, full, and happy. You'll want for nothing, and I dare motherfucker to look at you wrong, because I'll cut his balls off and hand them to his woman. Intense, but I like it. We stare at each other for what feels like minutes, but I know it's no more than forty five seconds. Kenzo's hands are trailing over every line of flesh, every plush surface on me. He's worshipping me with his hands and I can't wait to see what he does next. One night or every night? The amenities sound too good. I'm single, smart, and beautiful. Honestly, what do I have to lose? This seems like a win win situation to me. Your Room You've just heard a chapter of The Yakuz's Jewel by me, Tierra Cox. If you want the rest of the story, you can find the full book on Amazon or Noir Pages. Follow the link below for the Yakuza's Jewel or explore the full Crimson Ties collection. Thank you for listening, and I'll see you in the next story.