Ayaka slowly opened her eyes, blinking several times as her vision adjusted to the dim lighting of the room. Her head pounded, and her body ached, making her wince as she tried to move.
Sitting beside the bed, Kaede watched her with amused interest. "Ah, you're awake," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It took you long enough. Two whole days of recovering from being so brutally fucked."
Ayaka's eyes widened as she looked around the room, her memory of the previous night coming flooding back. She felt a blush rising to her cheeks as she realized where she was, her face turning a deep shade of red.
Kaede chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "What? Too embarrassed to remember what happened last night, Ayaka?" she teased. "Or maybe you're feeling a bit guilty for leading Sanhua on?"
Ayaka's eyes flashed with anger, her voice sharp as she responded. "I don't know what you're talking about," she snapped, her body stiffening with indignation.
Kaede simply grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, I think you do, Ayaka. And I'm sure Sanhua has quite a tale to tell about what happened. How he took what he wanted from you, leaving you here as a reminder of his conquest."
Ayaka's face twisted in anger, but she remained silent, her thoughts swirling with the events of the night before. Kaede stood up, gently patting Ayaka on the head. "Now, now," she cooed, her voice honey-sweet. "Don't worry. It's all in the name of fun, after all. And as far as I'm concerned, you're still a valuable asset to me. Just try not to get yourself knocked out next time."
Kaede sauntered towards the door, her evening gown swishing softly against her legs. "Now that you're awake, you should probably get cleaned up and leave," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You know you owe me for saving your sorry ass from the cold rain last night and giving you shelter."
Ayaka glared at Kaede, her body aching as she sat up in bed. "Yes Madame, but aren't you enjoying this far too much," she gritted out, her voice bitter with resentment.
Kaede laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, I'm always enjoying myself, Ayaka," she replied, heading out of the room. "But if there's anything I enjoy more, it's seeing the women around me squirm."
Ayaka stared after Kaede as she left the room, her body feeling violated and used. She knew Kaede's words would haunt her for a long time, serving as a constant reminder of her weakness and foolishness. But even as she felt the sting of humiliation, a seed of determination began to take root in her thoughts. She would not be broken by Kaede or Sanhua. She would rise again, stronger and more cunning than ever before. But first, she had to heal. Slowly, she pushed herself out of bed, beginning the long journey back to the person she once was.
Ayaka returned to Richard's mansion, her body still aching from her encounter at Kaede's mansion. She spent the next few days recovering, using the time to prepare herself for Richard's arrival. She knew she had to be strong, both physically and mentally, if she wanted to keep her life intact.
The day of Richard's return finally arrived, and Ayaka dressed in her finest gown, her makeup perfectly applied. She waited for him in the foyer, her heart pounding with both excitement and nerves.
As the sound of the car engine approached, Ayaka took a deep breath to steady herself. She heard the front door open, and she turned to face her husband, her smile bright and inviting.
"Welcome home, my dear," she said, her voice warm and loving as she stepped forward to embrace him. She pressed a passionate kiss to his lips, her hands running through his hair.
Richard returned her kiss, his hands already on her hips, pulling her closer. When he finally broke the kiss, his eyes were dark with desire. "I missed you, Ayaka," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
He took her hand, leading her up the stairs to their bedroom. Ayaka allowed herself to be pulled along, her own desire for her husband growing with every step they took.
Once inside the bedroom, Richard pushed Ayaka onto the large, canopied bed. He quickly undressed her, his lips trailing down her neck and chest as he did so. Ayaka's breath hitched as his mouth finally reached her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipples.
"Richard..." she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He looked up at her, his eyes filled with hunger. "I want to make up for all the nights we've been apart," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Richard paused in his ministrations, his eyes trailing down Ayaka's body. His brow furrowed as he noticed the bruises that dotted her skin. He reached out to touch one, his fingers brushing against the dark marks.
"What the hell happened to you?" he demanded, his voice rough with anger.
Ayaka bit her lip, her eyes filling with fake tears as she played the victim. "Crime Lord Chen Sanhua," she whispered, her voice trembling. "He forced himself upon me, Richard. I didn't consent."
Ayaka bit her lip, her eyes wide and innocent as she looked up at him. "Chen Sanhua," she whispered, her voice trembling with faux fear. "He... he assaulted me. Forced himself upon me without my consent."
Richard's eyes flashed with anger, his hands gripping Ayaka's hips hard enough to leave marks. "You let him do that to you?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.
Ayaka shook her head, her eyes filling with tears. "No," she cried, her voice breaking. "I fought him, but he was too strong. I couldn't stop him."
Richard's eyes narrowed, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. "Where is he now?" he growled, his anger palpable.
Ayaka shook her head, her eyes filled with false fear. "I don't know," she said, her voice small and frightened. "I just want to be with you now, Richard. Please, don't let him hurt me again."
Richard's eyes darkened, his desire for Ayaka mingling with his anger towards Sanhua. He climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips. "You're safe with me, Ayaka," he said, his voice low and husky. "No one will ever hurt you again."
He leaned down to kiss her, his hands gripping her thighs as he spread her legs wider. Ayaka's heart raced as he began to enter her, her body responding to his roughness. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed.
Richard's thrusts were hard and fast, his anger and need for Ayaka combining to create a frenzy of passion. Ayaka wrapped her legs around him, her moans growing louder with each thrust.
"Richard..." she cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're my woman, Ayaka, no other man can touch you without facing consequences," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Richard's thrusts grew even more brutal, his hips slamming into Ayaka's body with a force that shook the bed. Her body rocked back and forth with each visceral impact, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.
Ayaka's moans grew louder, her hands gripping Richard's arms tightly as she met his thrusts. Her body writhed under his, her hips undulating in rhythm with his.
Richard's fingers dug into Ayaka's hips, his eyes locked on hers as he ravaged her body. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his body glistening with the sheen of exertion.
Ayaka's back arched off the bed, her body trembling as she felt the familiar wave of pleasure building inside her. "Richard... I'm close," she gasped, her voice breathy and needy.
His thrusts grew even more forceful, his hips slamming into her with the force of a battering ram. His hand moved to her breast, his fingers pinching her nipple roughly as he continued to drive into her.
Ayaka's eyes rolled back in her head, her body tensing as she reached her peak. Her moans turned into a throaty, guttural cry, her body shuddering as she came.
Richard, feeling her tightening around him, let out a growl of his own, his own release coming moments later. His body shuddered as he filled her, his breathing heavy as he collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat.
Ayaka wrapped her arms around him, her body still quivering from the intensity of their lovemaking. For now, at least, she felt safe and protected in Richard's arms. But deep down, she knew the game had only just begun. And she was determined to win it, whatever the cost.
Richard pulled out of Ayaka slowly, his eyes still filled with anger. "You need to tell me everything, Ayaka," he demanded, his voice harsh. "How did you even come across Sanhua? There's no way he would've come here."
Ayaka bit her lip, her eyes filling with tears once again. "Madame Nishihara," she whispered, her voice trembling. "She asked me to come to her mansion. That's where I met Sanhua."
Richard's expression darkened, his hands gripping Ayaka's shoulders tightly. "Why would you go to her mansion?" he growled, his anger clear in his voice.
Ayaka shook her head, her eyes downcast. "Well I couldn't refuse her... she's powerful, besides, I thought it would benefit us to be on her good side," she explained, her voice small and distressed.
Richard's eyes narrowed, his anger shifting to a new target: Kaede. "And what happened at her mansion?" he demanded.
Ayaka took a deep breath, her eyes filling with fake fear. "She... she left us alone. I had no idea what Sanhua was capable of. He assaulted me, right there in her mansion," she said, her voice breaking with emotion. "I fought back, but he was too strong."
Richard's jaw clenched, his fingers digging into Ayaka's shoulders. "I'm going to make her pay for this, Ayaka," he growled, his eyes dark with menace.
Ayaka nodded, her eyes filled with false gratitude. "Please, Richard. I can't face her again. That woman is a monster," she said, her voice shaking.
Richard's anger only grew, his entire being consumed by the need to protect Ayaka and seek vengeance for what Sanhua and Kaede had done. "I'll make sure they both pay for what they've done to you, Ayaka. I'll make sure they suffer."
With that promise, he pulled Ayaka into his arms, his body shaking with the intensity of his emotions. Ayaka allowed herself to be held, her heart racing as she realized that by playing the victim, she had not only secured Richard's protection but also his determination to destroy both Sanhua and Kaede. It was a small victory, but it was a step in the right direction for her own rise to power.