Back at Richard's mansion, Ayaka's body lay sprawled out on the bed, her limbs tangled in the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Richard loomed over her, his body moving with purposeful intent, his eyes locked onto Ayaka's as he pistoned into her, his thrusts brutal and unforgiving.
His voice was raw with lust and curiosity. "Tell me, wife," he demanded, his voice thick with desire. "What did you and Kaede discuss?"
Ayaka's eyes squeezed shut, her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain as Richard's body slammed into hers. "We talked about Father," she whimpered, her voice strained. "About his past, his regrets."
Richard's eyes flashed with interest, his tempo increasing, his thrusts harder, deeper. "And?" he growled, his voice urgent, his need driving him to push Ayaka towards the edge.
"And..." Ayaka's voice trailed off, her mind lost in the whirlwind of sensations coursing through her. "She told me things. Things I didn't expect to hear."
Richard's eyes never left Ayaka's face, his expression dark and intense. "What things, wife?" he grated out, his voice low and demanding.
"She knows something," Ayaka gasped, her voice barely audible. "Something about Father's last moments, something that could change everything yet decided to hide!"
As Ayaka's words hung in the air, Richard's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "Forget it," he snarled, his voice rough with lust and impatience. "Who gives a damn about a man who died five years ago?"
His body continued to pound into hers, the brutal rhythm of their coupling relentless, their passion reaching a fever pitch. Richard's focus was solely on the present, the past and its secrets fading away in the face of his own desires.
Ayaka cried out, her body arching beneath him, her nails digging into his back as she clawed at his skin, her pleasure-pain mixing with the intensity of their connection. "Ahhh!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Despite her release, Richard's need wasn't sated, his desire growing with every passing moment. His thrusts grew more savage, his body slamming into Ayaka's, their flesh slapping together, the sound echoing through the room.
"Come for me again, wife," he demanded, his voice guttural, his eyes locked onto Ayaka's face, watching her writhe beneath him. "Show me how much you want me!"
His words were like a spark to gasoline, igniting Ayaka's passion once more. Her body convulsed beneath him, her second orgasm ripping through her, her screams echoing through the room as she clung to Richard, her nails digging deeper into his back, marking him with her passion.
As Ayaka's body relaxed beneath him, Richard's own release approached, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Mine," he growled, his voice filled with possession, his eyes blazing with triumph as he spilled himself inside her, marking her as his, his seed filling her womb.
Their bodies collapsed onto the bed, sweat-drenched and exhausted, the aftermath of their brutal coupling hanging heavy in the air. For now, the past and its secrets were forgotten, replaced by the raw, primal need that drove them together.
As the sweat-drenched couple lay entwined on the bed, their bodies still shaking from their intense lovemaking, Richard gave Ayaka's breast a rough squeeze before rolling off her, his breath heavy and labored.
Exhausted from their passionate encounter, Ayaka closed her eyes, her mind drifting in the aftermath of their coupling. Yet, her respite was short-lived, as her thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of her butler, who entered the room with a solemn expression.
"Madame," he addressed Ayaka, his voice quiet and measured, his eyes filled with disapproval. "Your father was a proud man, and I can't help but think he would be ashamed to see what has become of you."
His gaze fell upon Ayaka's disheveled state, her clothes wrinkled, her hair tousled, and her face flushed from their intense passion. "I don't understand why you give yourself to that animal every night, countless times," he chastised her, his voice filled with disappointment.
Ayaka's eyes flew open, her mind jolted back to the present, her heart sinking as she listened to her butler's words. Though she wanted to refute his claims, to assert her own agency in her choices, she couldn't find the strength to argue, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of Richard's possession.
Instead, she merely closed her eyes once more, her mind adrift, her thoughts whirling as she grappled with the weight of her butler's words, the consequences of her actions, and the shadow of her father's memory that continued to haunt her.
Several days passed, and Ayaka found herself dressed in a stunning red dress, her body accentuated by the form-fitting fabric, her eyes shimmering with an unspoken defiance. Richard, seeing her transformation, a satisfied smirk on his face, guided her toward the door.
"We have a meeting with some of the crime lords, my dear," he informed her, his voice low and ominous. "They're curious to meet the woman who caught my eye."
As they entered the dimly lit room, filled with men whose eyes held a darkness that mirrored Richard's, Ayaka felt a chill run down her spine. The men eyed her up and down, their gazes leaving trails of fire wherever they touched her body.
One of them, a tall, muscular man with a scar running down his cheek, spoke up. "Is she your daughter?" he asked Richard, his voice rough and gruff. "If that's the case, then I'm willing to marry her."
Ayaka's heart skipped a beat at the proposition, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the man before her. A challenge sparked within her, and without missing a beat, she gave the man a seductive smile, her eyes promising more than just marriage.
However, Richard's grip on her waist tightened, his fingers biting into her flesh, his voice a low rumble. "She's my woman," he growled, pulling Ayaka closer to his side, his possessiveness radiating from every pore.
The room fell silent, the tension palpable as the crime lords assessed the situation, their eyes flicking between Ayaka and Richard. She stood there, her body pressed against Richard's, her heart pounding in her chest, knowing that her future, and the fate of those around her, hung in the balance.
As the meeting progressed, the crime lords discussed various matters, their voices low and serious, their eyes never leaving Ayaka. Despite the danger that surrounded them, Ayaka remained composed, her body language exuding confidence and strength, her eyes locked onto the crime lords, her mind whirling with plans and schemes.
When the meeting finally came to an end, the crime lords began to make their exit, their eyes flickering with a mix of respect and apprehension as they passed Ayaka and Richard. However, just as they reached the door, Ayaka subtly signaled them, a flicker of her eyes, a slight shift of her stance, a gesture that only they would recognize.
Unnoticed by Richard, the crime lords paused, their eyes narrowing as they followed Ayaka's lead, their bodies tensing in anticipation.
Ayaka turned to Richard, her eyes filled with a false sense of innocence. "I have something I need to do," she said, her voice sweet and coy. "It's nothing you need to worry about, darling."
With that, she gave him a kiss on the cheek, her eyes never leaving the crime lords, her mind already racing with the implications of what was to come.
As Richard left, Ayaka faced the crime lords, her eyes gleaming with determination, her voice low and urgent. "I am Ayaka Ishikawa Edwards," she announced, introducing herself formally. "And I have a proposition for each of you."
The crime lords regarded her with newfound respect, their eyes appraising her, their minds calculating the potential benefits and risks of aligning themselves with her. Little did they know, Ayaka was about to embark on a dangerous game, one that would test her wits and her resolve, as she navigated the treacherous waters of power, ambition, and desire.
Taking a deep breath, Ayaka let her gaze sweep over the crime lords, her eyes challenging them to underestimate her. "For those of you who think that all this naïve young woman has to offer is her body," she said, her voice laced with a hint of steel, "then you are gravely mistaken."
A smirk played at the lips of a young crime lord, his eyes twinkling with amusement, as he took in Ayaka's words. "Ah, Madame Edwards," he drawled, his tone casual, yet loaded with meaning. "I always knew there was more to you than meets the eye."
His eyes flickered over her body, but there was no leering or lasciviousness in his gaze. Instead, he seemed to be assessing her, weighing her worth, his mind whirring with possibilities.
"Well, Miss Ishikawa," another drawled, his voice smooth and taunting. "If it's not your body you're offering, then what else have you got to bargain with?"
Ayaka allowed herself a small smile, her eyes never leaving her audience. "I am not just a pretty face, gentlemen," she declared, her voice ringing with conviction. "I come bearing secrets, power, and ambition. And if you choose to ally yourselves with me, I assure you, you will reap great rewards."
Ayaka leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the faces of the crime lords gathered before her. "My ambition is to rise above the shadows of the past, to forge a new path for myself and those who stand with me," she said, her voice resonating with a determination that left no doubt in their minds.
"I plan to dismantle the old order and create a new world, built on power, wealth, and influence. Together, we can shape our destiny, seizing control from those who seek to keep us down."
A murmur ran through the room, the crime lords exchanging glances, their minds whirring with the possibilities of what could be. One by one, they began to ask questions, their voices filled with skepticism and curiosity.
"What makes you think you can succeed where others have failed?" one queried, his voice gruff and skeptical.
"How do we know you're not setting a trap for us?" another asked, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
Ayaka met each question with a steady gaze, her answers calculated and precise. "Because I am not bound by the chains of the past, and I possess knowledge that others do not," she replied confidently.
"I am willing to share this knowledge with you, to form an alliance that will bring us all the power we crave. But trust must be earned, and I believe we can achieve greatness together."
The room fell silent, the crime lords contemplating her words, their minds turning over her proposal. As the tension grew, Ayaka could almost taste the opportunity that lay before her, the possibility of reshaping her destiny and those around her.
Little did they know, the game was only beginning, and Ayaka was about to reveal her most powerful weapon: her charm, wit, and cunning.