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Dai and Sakurai are two of our very baddest Bad Boys and we think you'll like them. Here's a taste:

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Most call me Sakurai, but certain special people are permitted to call me Liu.”

“Fuck you.”

“You did, as I recall, and rather enthusiastically.”

Dai felt his temperature spike, as much from anger as remembrance, and Sakurai laughed. It was a filthy, deep and throaty laugh that made Dai’s heart race. “You’re a fucking Fed. I know it.”

Sakurai breathed an exaggerated sigh. “No, I’m afraid I’m not.”

“Where did you come from?”

“Japan, originally. Oh, you mean this evening? Well that’s my little secret.”

Dai clenched his teeth until his jaw ached.

Look at me, Daisuke.

Dai stared at Sakurai’s reflection in the mirror. He hadn’t opened his mouth yet he could hear his voice as clear as day.

Look at me. Now.

Dai shifted, his cock stirring in response to the authoritative tone.

“He didn't love you like a son, Daisuke, he loved you like a man and many times he sat in this back seat and masturbated, imagining what it would be like to bury himself deep in your pretty virgin ass and fuck your brains out... Alas, Raymond Watts never forcibly took what he wanted. I, on the other hand...”

Dai clenched his free hand into a fist. “You don’t know shit. Don’t you dare talk about Ray that way.”

Sakurai laughed that filthy, seductive laugh again.

"Like you weren't moaning his name last night." Sakurai leaned back against the seat, running his fingers over his throat and down his chest.

Dai dropped his gun, his hands shaking so badly he couldn't keep a grip on the weapon. He jerked his head around. "Shut the fuck up!"

Sakurai laughed again. "Talk dirty to me--I like it," he purred. His fingers traced a path farther below his waist, skimming his abdomen and the full length of his stiffening cock. "Though...I could teach you better things to do with that filthy mouth."

Dai faced the windshield again. An image of that woman tied to the cross and being whipped came into his mind only to be wiped clean when Sakurai laughed yet again.

“You did enjoy that little display, didn’t you?” He flicked his long hair back with a quick motion of his hand and scratched at his neck again. “Amateurs. Pathetic rank amateurs, the lot of them. They know nothing of what it means to teach true obedience.”

He shifted on the seat and leaned forward, his hot breath skimming Dai’s ear. “But I know all about making people obey.”

Dai swallowed and tried not to shiver when Sakurai’s tongue flicked out to skim that place where his ear joined his neck.

Undo your pants. Now.

Before he knew what he was doing, Dai was reaching down and touching himself over the front of his jeans. God--he was so hard. It would feel great to tug down the zipper, to rub his cock...

He shook his head, freeing himself from the thrall that had temporarily gripped him. "Wait a fucking second--don't you dare do that--don't you dare get inside my head again!"

Dai struggled to push all his erotic thoughts and desires out of his mind. He bent down, retrieved the gun and shakily pointed it over the edge of the seat. "Stop fucking with me!"

Sakurai laughed. “Oh dear boy, I haven’t even begun to do that.”

He grabbed Dai’s wrist and pulled his hand farther over the seat then leaned forward and licked the barrel of the Glock, his eyes never leaving Dai’s. With a smirk, he placed the barrel in his mouth and began sucking on it then pulled back, his tongue swirling around the end like he was teasing a cock.


Dai wished it was his cock. Oh God…