Black Widow’s Kiss
What do you get when you marry a calculating mobster to the infamous "Black Widow" of the yakuza?
A union soaked in blood and betrayal.
I never expected to be getting married, especially not to the most dangerous figure in the Sato family. But when a chance to strengthen our family's grip on New York's underworld presents itself, I know I can't refuse. My loyalty to the Ricci name demands this sacrifice, even if it means tying my fate to someone who might be plotting my demise.
But nothing is as it seems. Instead of a ruthless killer, Kuroi Sato turns out to be a chaotic force of nature—unpredictable, deadly, and irresistibly captivating. Born from a scandalous union that nearly destroyed his father’s empire, he’s nothing like the silent assassin I expected; he’s a storm that threatens to pull me under if he's not handcuffed, disciplined, and marked.
As I dig deeper into the secrets surrounding Kuroi, every clue points back to him looking to make me his next meal. But the closer I get to the truth, the more I realize that our lives are entwined in ways I never imagined.
In a city where loyalty is power and blood is the price, there’s no escape. I’ll either conquer his heart or join the graves of his past lovers.
Entering my apartment, the living room was empty.
“Kuroi, come here now!” I said awash in fury and lust.
Kuroi exited my bedroom meekly. He had been in my room. Yet another thing to punish him for. Wearing a Japanese robe embroidered with gold silk, he approached me, lowered his head and said, “Yes, Sir?”
Hearing it, I again flashed hard. With him in front of me, I imagined pushing my fingers across his mahogany skin.
“You showed up at my office without my permission.”
“Yes Sir,” he replied with his head still lowered.
“What did I say I would do if you didn’t follow my rules?”
“You said you would punish me, Sir.”
“That’s right. And yet you did it anyway. Did you want to be punished?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you ready for your punishment?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“On your knees.”
Without lifting his head, Kuroi got onto his knees.
“Now stay.”
“Is this my punishment?”
“You will speak when spoken to. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Leaving him on his knees with his head bowed, I retreated to my room to prepare. Setting everything in place, I savored the moment. Taking a hot shower, I felt every drop as the steaming water touched my skin. I felt alive.
Putting on a silk robe, I reentered the living room to find that Kuroi hadn’t moved. Watching his motionless body, I grabbed a drink and slowly drank it waiting for another reason to punish him. He didn’t give me one.
So, instead, I returned to a spot in front of him and told him to get up. He did without looking at me.
“Go to my room,” I ordered sternly.
He did and I followed. When he had entered and stopped, I passed him, stood next the dresser and presented what was on top of it.
“For disobeying me, you will choose,” I said pointing at the crop and flog which contrasted with the white cloth beneath them. “Each will come with a unique series of disciplines. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You will take it. If you can no longer take it, you will say the word cherries. Nothing else will get me to stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say it.”
“No, Sir.”
“Why not?” I asked my temper flaring.
“Because I don’t want you to stop.”
I calmed and smiled.
“Choose.”
“Can I have both, Sir?”
“Your punishment is that you must choose.”
I saw that he was getting it. If he were good, he might have gotten both. But because he had disobeyed me, he could only have one never knowing what he had passed up.
“Please, Sir, may I have both.”
“I said choose! …Or you will get none.”
It was only then that he looked at me, lust and fear shining in his eyes. Hurrying to the dresser he looked down at them.
“May I touch them, Sir?”
“No,” I said furthering his punishment. “Choose.”
Hovering his hands over the two, he shook with desire.
“I said choose!”
“The flog,” he spat pining over what he had chosen.
“Very well,” I said removing the crop and placing it in the drawer.