Emperor of Havoc: A Dark Forced Marriage Mafia Romance
Emperor of Havoc: Chapter 4

The shadows in my room stretch long and deep, swallowing the faint neon from the city outside peeking in around the edges of the blinds.

Space is a luxury in Tokyo, given the price of land in the city, and my father’s house sits on an astounding amount of it. The Ishida mansion sits on a full acre of land, surrounded by high walls, hedges, security cameras, and heavily armed guards.

Even though the biggest city on the planet sprawls all around this house, it’s quiet inside, thanks to soundproofed walls and windows.

But I’m not thinking about the expensive house, or the even more expensive land it sits on, or the sound-blocking windows.

I’m only thinking about how fucking good my fingers feels as they roll over my swollen clit.

The silence is broken only by the soft rustle of fabric as I shift on the bed. Face down, my legs spread and my hand beneath me, my heart pounds, blood thrumming through my veins with an intensity that feels extra foreign and raw.

I shouldn’t be thinking about him. But I am.

The memory of his touch and his words haunts me like a demon I can’t exorcise. I press my cheek into the pillow, my mind replaying the way he looked at me through our masks, as if he already owned me. The way he spoke, his voice dark and edged with amusement, as if my resistance was a game he’d already won.

My breath quickens. I try to tell myself it’s anger—the audaciously dominant way he’d turned me into prey with nothing more than his presence. But it’s not anger that heats my skin or sets my nerves alight. It’s something darker that I’ve spent years trying to suppress.

But here in the darkness, in the locked sanctuary of my room in my private wing of the house, I can allow those demons inside of me to roam free. I feel them slithering over my skin, teasing across my body as my toes curl against the sheets and my back arches.

My hand works inside my panties, my fingers alternately stroking my lips and sinking between them, rubbing my clit as my breath catches.

I picture what might have happened if I’d actually gone through with his request to meet him in Showa Kinen Park tonight. The fantasy runs rampant through my mind: images of the masked, shirtless giant with the muscles carved from marble, painted in tattoos. The man throbbing with savagery and malice, baseball bat casually slung over his shoulder, his demonic oni mask leering, stalking after me through the woods of the park.

Emerging from behind every tree. Trailing my every step.

I gasp, running and twisting away from him. He only gets closer and closer, until suddenly those long, powerful fingers wrap around my throat from behind. He yanks me to the ground, ripping and cutting at my clothes. I tell him to stop, but he doesn’t.

He only touches me harder, more roughly.

My fingers plunge inside me, a choked whimper catching low in my throat as I pretend it’s him. My other hands slips up my neck to squeeze it, though it’s not nearly as satisfying. So I bring my hand to my mouth, sucking two fingers inside while pushing back against my other hand.

Wanting him. The darkness he promises. Fear and aching need blurring together.

A creak cuts through the silence, slicing into my thoughts like a blade. I freeze, my body stilling as the faintest shift of movement reaches my ears. It’s subtle, almost imperceptible: a shadow sliding against the others, a whisper of air displaced by motion.

For half a second, I’m sure I’ve imagined it. Then I feel it.

Darkness, sliding over me. A presence, lurking.

Eyes, raking over my skin.

I’m not alone.

Cold, sharp panic floods my veins as I start to twist onto my back. Before I can turn fully, a shadow lurches across the room.

A shadow with the leering, blank, black face of an oni mask.

A hand presses me down, strong and unyielding, wrapping around the back of my neck and pinning me to the mattress.

I choke out the remains of a withered, silent scream as I flail and thrash. The hand only tightens, pushing me harder against the bed beneath me. My hips twist, my legs squirming and kicking. But it’s like fighting gravity or stopping time.

“Don’t move,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with dark amusement.

My whole world goes still.

It’s him.

Kaiju.

I don’t know how, seeing as my location setting was off. But I don’t have the bandwidth to consider that right now. All I can process is the swirling, throbbing, explosive mix of pure panic and jolting excitement.

Every instinct screams at me to fight, to run. But his grip tightens just enough to make my breath hitch: his dominance as electrifying as it is suffocating.

“You should be more careful, Snowflake,” he says, his lips so close to my ear that his breath ghosts across my skin. “A little princess like you, unmasked and all alone in her father’s house… What would Daddy think if he saw you like this?”

The words hit me like a slap.

He called me princess.

He knows it’s Papa’s house.

He knows who I am.

For some reason, that’s even scarier than him being here, or trying to figure out how the fuck he got past all our security to break into my room undetected. Or even how he knows who I am.

No, the most terrifying part, occupying my entire thought process, is that he knows who I am at all.

I’m utterly exposed in every conceivable way.

I jerk my arms out from under my chest to sign to him to get the fuck off me—as if he’d even know what I was saying. But he’s got me pinned so hard I can’t move my hands at all—neither the one trapped under my torso, nor—mortifyingly—the one still wedged between my legs, inside my panties.

He chuckles, the sound dark and predatory. “Oh, princess,” he murmurs, a throaty chuckle rumbling in his chest. I squirm and fight against him again, this time managing to twist my face to the side.

Instantly my pulse chills as my eyes take him in.

He’s all in black, the same oni mask obscuring his face and covering his eyes. His free hand brushes down my arm, light and deliberate, savoring the tension coiled in my body.

“Tell me to stop and I will. Say the word and I’ll vanish back into the shadows.”

The challenge in his voice burns through me. He’s daring me to reclaim the control he’s stolen with his presence. But my lips won’t form the words.

They fucking can’t.

And now, he’s going to take my silence as acquiescence.

“Mmm, that’s what I thought,” he whispers, his grip on my neck easing slightly but still firm enough to keep me in place. “Just like last time, it appears. Outwardly trying to show how incensed you are, how much you want to get away. But you don’t, not really. And your little games do nothing to prevent me from seeing what a horny, wet, greedy little toy you are.”

His hand skims lower, his touch igniting my skin even through my t-shirt.

“Do you want to know why I’m here?” he asks, his voice softening but losing none of its menace. His hand brushes a strand of hair from my face gently, so at odds with the malice that radiates from him. “Well?”

All I can do is shake my head—or at least try, seeing as he’s still gripping the back of my neck.

“Allow me to explain,” he murmurs. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you ran, the way you fought… the way you looked at me when I told you to run.”

My stomach twists, my body betraying me as heat coils low and deep.

“You liked it,” he continues, his words a knife sliding between my ribs. “Being chased. Being caught. Don’t bother lying to me, Snowflake. I know.”

Tears sting my eyes, hot and unbidden. Shame courses through me, but it’s tangled up with a dark, forbidden thrill that I can’t suppress no matter how hard I try.

“Do you know what I want from you?” he growls quietly.

Before I can even attempt to shake my head again, his hand returns to my back. His fingers trail down my spine, bumping over each little vertebra through my thin shirt. His hand skims lower and lower, until his fingers slip over the bottom hem, tracing over the bare skin at the small of my back. A shudder jerks through me, my body spasming slightly. It brings a low, dark chuckle to his throat.

“Everything,” he murmurs. “I want everything. But we’ll start with this.”

Without warning, his hand slips between my legs. My eyes bulge, a wordless cry rising to my silenced throat as his hand cups mine through my panties.

“My my,” he muses, a touch of cruelty in his tone. “Playing with yourself like a horny little slut. I hope it was me you were thinking about.”

His fingers hook under the gusset of my panties, boldly pulling them aside as my face explodes with heat, shame, and something I don’t want to admit even to myself.

“Let’s continue where you left off.”

He grabs my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. And then, before I can register it, he’s suddenly pushing my fingers and his against my slick opening.

My eyes widen. My mouth falls open as thunder explodes in my core.

“Mmm,” he groans, easing one of his fingers and one of mine inside. My body coils and quivers, toes curling against the sheets as my back arches. “So fucking tight, princess,” he murmurs. “We’re going to have to stretch this tight little pussy out if my cock is ever going to fit in there.”

I shudder, biting down on my lip and squirming as his words coil around me.

If my cock is ever going to fit in there.

Because no cock ever has—fit in there, that is.

If I’m being honest, nobody’s ever touched me the way he is right now.

I grunt low in my throat as his one hand tightens around my neck while the other begins to stroke his finger and mine in and out of my pussy.

…My shamefully wet, eager, quivering pussy.

My face flushes with heat as the embarrassing, wet sounds of my own arousal fill the room. Kaiju growls, pinning me to the bed with one hand on my neck, the other ramming both of our fingers in and out of me.

Then I feel him add another of his fingers.

Fuck. It’s so fucking tight, but so good as he stretches me open even more, thrusting into me with hard, deep motions that have my legs trembling as I bite down on my pillow.

Suddenly, there’s even more. I shudder violently, my toes kicking at the sheets, my nipples tight and electric against my t-shirt as he adds a third finger.

Sweet fucking hell.

He’s stretching me to the limit, filling me more than I’ve ever dreamed I would be. My eyes roll back, a silent scream of pleasure bubbling just behind my lips. I’m vaguely aware of his hand slipping from my neck, but I don’t make any attempt to fight him off again, or even to move.

All I can do is lie there, squirming, writhing, shamefully pushing back, wanting more. Needing more.

Aching for him to bring me to the edge and push me over into oblivion.

“Mmm, princess,” he groans. “I told myself I was coming here to fuck you in every hole you have. But this desperate, tight little pussy needs stretching and opening first. You’ll need to get used to my fingers before I’ll ever cram my cock into this pretty little hole.”

Over and over, his fingers ram into me, curling deep against a place inside that turns my body to jelly and sends my thoughts and reality shattering into a billion pieces. He starts fingering me even harder and faster, the wet sounds filling my ears as my thighs begin to shake.

Then my legs. Then the rest of me.

And suddenly, without warning, it slams into me like a truck.

I scream a noiseless cry into the pillow, my entire body wrenching and twisting as the single biggest orgasm of my life explodes through me. Kaiju groans, feeling my pussy tighten and gush around him.

“There’s a good girl,” he murmurs darkly. “Let me feel how fucking messy this little cunt can get for me.”

His fingers keep ramming into me. Suddenly, I’m coming all over again. This time, I hear him grunt behind me as I do so, his body tight against the edge of the bed. I turn my face, and when I see it, illuminated faintly by the neon glow from outside, my body convulses yet again.

He’s got his other hand wrapped around his very hard, enormous cock, stroking it up and down as he fingers me to orgasm. I watch as he groans, the head of his dick swelling huge before suddenly the fat length in his hand begins to twitch and pulse violently.

Holy fuck.

Thick white ropes of cum erupt from the head, splattering wet, heavy, and hot across my ass cheeks and the backs of my thighs. Kaiju grunts, his jaw clenched as he fists his cock, pumping another rope of sticky cum across my butt, letting it dribble down to where his fingers are scissoring inside of me.

I watch, utterly spellbound as he uses his thumb to push the cum from my ass and thighs between my legs, rubbing it against my pussy, scooping up more and more of it, even pushing it inside my pussy lips.

“I told you this wasn’t over yet, princess.”

My face is numb with heat, my mouth hanging open as I force myself to twist my head, my wide eyes wordlessly replaceing his as if to ask “Is it over now?”

“Not yet, princess,” he murmurs, making me think for a terrifying second that he’s a literal mind reader. “It’s still not over.”

I whimper as he pushes two fingers into me, stroking them in and out before pulling them free. Then he brings the two glistening, sticky digits up to my mouth.

“Open,” he growls with a commanding tone.

And I do.

I shiver as he slips his wet fingers between my lips, letting me…maybe forcing me…to taste myself.

Myself and him, together.

My lips close around his fingertips, and my tongue tentatively swirls around them.

“Good girl.”

He leans down. Before I can register it, he’s pushed his mask up slightly and kissing me, pulling his fingers from my mouth and licking them himself.

Then he stands up, rolling his shoulders and pulling the mask down again. Not once have I seen his eyes.

“This still isn’t over, princess. I’d respond to my messages from now on. Or the next time, when I replace you and fuck you, it’ll be wherever the hell you currently are, even if that’s right in front of your family at the dinner table. Are we clear?”

All I can do is nod, my entire body limp and shaking.

“Good girl.”

He steps out of sight behind me. Part of me wants to turn and look at him, to drink in his presence. But the other part of me can’t even move. So I just lie there, sprawled out and shaking, trying to force my pulse back to some semblance of normalcy, until I suddenly realize I can’t hear or feel him.

I whip my head around, and my body stiffens.

He’s vanished, as suddenly as he appeared.

The weight of his hand, the heat of his presence—all of it has melted away into the shadows, leaving me lying there, trembling and breathless, the memory of it all still burning in my mind.

Shaken. Angry. Aroused.

I press a hand to my chest, feeling the rapid beat of my heart beneath my palm. The room is silent again, but the chaos he’s left behind rages on within me.

Something tells me he’s righter than I am willing to admit.

This isn’t over at all.

It’s barely begun.