Bound to the Black Widow
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 her father’s empire, she’s nothing like the silent assassin I expected; she’s a storm that threatens to pull me under if she's not handcuffed, disciplined, and marked.
As I dig deeper into the secrets surrounding Kuroi, every clue points back to her looking to make me her 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 her heart or join the graves of her 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. She had been in my room. Yet another thing to punish her for. Wearing a Japanese robe embroidered with gold silk, she approached me, lowered her head and said, “Yes, Sir?”
Hearing it, I again flashed hard. With her in front of me, I imagined pushing my fingers across her mahogany skin.
“You showed up at my office without my permission.”
“Yes Sir,” she replied with her 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 her head, Kuroi got onto her knees.
“Now stay.”
“Is this my punishment?”
“You will speak when spoken to. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Leaving her on her knees with her 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 her motionless body, I grabbed a drink and slowly drank it waiting for another reason to punish her. She didn’t give me one.
So, instead, I returned to a spot in front of her and told her to get up. She did without looking at me.
“Go to my room,” I ordered sternly.
She did and I followed. When she had entered and stopped, I passed her, stood next to 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 she was getting it. If she were good, she might have gotten both. But because she had disobeyed me, she could only have one—never knowing what she had passed up.
“Please, Sir, may I have both.”
“I said choose! …Or you will get none.”
It was only then that she looked at me, lust and fear shining in her eyes. Hurrying to the dresser she looked down at them.
“May I touch them, Sir?”
“No,” I said furthering her punishment. “Choose.”
Hovering her hands over the two, she shook with desire.
“I said choose!”
“The flog,” she spat, pining over what she had chosen.
“Very well,” I said removing the crop and placing it in the drawer.