Emperor of Havoc: A Dark Forced Marriage Mafia Romance

The sharp lines of the Ishida house cut against the midnight sky. With Ryu on my heels, I push the heavy doors open with my shoulder, cradling Katarina to me.

Her head rests against my chest. Blood seeps through the makeshift bandage wrapped around her side, staining my shirt and reminding me of the chaos we narrowly escaped.

The moment we’re inside, people are rushing to us—guards, staff, Nina. I snarl before anyone can get too close.

“Back the fuck off.”

They freeze, concern morphing into wary hesitation as my voice thunders through the grand hall. I don’t have the time or patience for their hovering or well-meaning incompetence today.

She’s mine to take care of.

“Takeshi, she’s hurt—” Nina starts, her voice tight.

“I know,” I growl, my voice gentler than it was a second ago but still not breaking my stride. My boots echo on the polished floors as I carry Katarina up the stairs. My head swivels to a totally confused Nina. “I’ve got it.”

Katarina lifts her head from my chest, raising a hand to sign “it’s okay” to Nina.

Then she turns her gaze to me and tries to sign something, but I shake my head.

“Later,” I mutter. “We’re almost there.”

In our bedroom, I kick the door shut behind us, stride into the en suite bathroom, and gently set her down on top of the vanity next to the sink. She grimaces, her coppery-blonde hair stuck to her temple where blood has dried in a thin line.

My chest tightens at the sight of her—the smallness, the fragility. Such a sharp contrast to the fiery confidence she usually wields. I hate it. I hate that someone hurt her.

I especially hate that it happened when I should have been protecting her.

I grab the first aid kit from under the sink. When I stand again, she’s turned to the mirror behind her, examining the cut on her forehead, her mouth a thin, determined line. I step in front of her, my hands steady as I open the kit.

“Don’t. Move,” I order firmly.

Her lips twitch, the ghost of a smirk breaking through her exhaustion. “Bossy,” she signs, her movements sluggish but clear. “I’m not dying. Just banged up.”

“Well, let’s get you unbanged.”

“That’s not a word.”

I fix her with a look. “Do I need to tie your hands?”

Katarina grins. Then her brow furrows when her gaze drops to my shirt.

“You’re in far worse shape than me,” she motions, her expression turning more serious. “Hang on—stop.”

She tries to push me away from where I’m dabbing at the blood on her temple, but I don’t budge. Finally, I end up grabbing her wrists and pinning them together.

“Stop. Moving,” I grunt.

I’ve still got her hands pinned. So instead of a reply, she just exhales sharply, wiggling just her fingers and making a face. But she does stop moving

I cut away her ruined shirt, peeling it away carefully from her wounds. She watches me as I clean the cut on her arm, eyes sharp despite the weariness in her face. I got most of the glass embedded in her skin out in Ryu’s car on the way back, but there’s still a tiny sliver in there. I grab a pair of tweezers and pause, meeting her eyes.

“This might hurt…” I warn.

She nods, her expression unchanging.

Quickly and precisely I extract the shard, her sharp inhalation the only sign of pain. Blood wells up immediately, and I press a clean cloth to the wound. She never flinches, and her eyes never leave mine.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” I mutter as I tape the bandage in place.

“For?” she signs slowly.

“For getting hurt,” I say roughly. “For…for making me care this much.”

Her eyes soften. Before she can respond I stand abruptly, grabbing another cloth to clean the abrasions on her knees and arm. Then I move to her temple, dabbing it gently, relieved to discover it’s just a superficial cut.

When I’m done bandaging her up she still looks fragile but the defiance is back, her chin tilted upward as if daring me to say what I’m thinking.

“Your turn,” she signs, nodding to my side.

I glance down at the blood soaking through my shirt. “Eh, it’s fine.”

She snorts. “It’s not,” she counters, her hands moving with surprising force. “Sit.”

I sigh but comply, dropping onto the closed toilet lid as she gathers the first aid supplies. Her hands are steady despite her exhaustion.

“Shirt,” she signs.

I peel off my ripped, bloodied t-shirt, dropping it onto the floor as she leans closer to the gash.

“This is going to sting,” she signs, her expression flat but her eyes holding a hint of amusement.

“I can handle it,” I reply, grinning.

She presses the antiseptic-soaked cloth to the wound on my side with more force than necessary, and I hiss through my teeth. She doesn’t apologize.

“Payback,” she simply signs.

“For…?”

“Being you.”

I laugh, the sound tumbling out. It’s a strange moment—quiet, almost domestic, yet charged with unspoken emotions. Her hands linger on my skin longer than necessary, her touch sending warmth through me that has nothing to do with the antiseptic.

When she finishes, she leans back against the counter. I rise slowly, my movements careful as I come closer to her. Her eyes meet mine, wary yet unyielding.

“You scare the hell out of me sometimes,” I mutter, my voice low.

She blinks. “Me?” she signs, caught off-guard, her hands moving hesitantly.

I nod, my gaze steady. “Yes. The way you fight, the way you refuse to back down. It’s…maddening.”

“And yet, here you are,” she replies, a slight smirk on her lips.

“Indeed,” I growl.

She flushes and looks down. Then her brow knits. “Wow, I’m really a mess.”

I grin as I turn away to start cleaning up everything on the floor. “The wraps on your cuts are waterproof. Take a shower, and I’ll grab you some food⁠—”

I shut the fuck up when I turn to find her bent over, topless, in the middle of pulling off her yoga pants.

My eyes drag over the soft skin of her back and the bumps of her spine, down to the soft, tight globes of her ass. My teeth grind as I watch her peel her panties down, my dick twitching when I notice they stick a little to her pussy before dropping down to the floor.

I know she’s just been through a lot, that we’re both hurt and banged up.

But there’s no force on Earth that could stop me right now.

Katrina whimpers deep in her throat in that small, fluttery way she has that turns my dick to steel when I grab her from behind. I’m careful not to grip her anywhere I’ve bandaged, but there’s still a roughness to my touch as I pin her hips hard against the edge of the vanity. I grab a fistful of her hair, tugging her head back and twisting it to the side as my mouth drags up her neck.

“If you’re too hurt…” I growl into her ear.

She turns her head to look at me, gripping my hand as it cups her breast.

“Fuck me however you want,” she signs with shaking hands, pushing her ass back and grinding against the bulge in my pants.

She gasps sharply as I pinch her nipple, rolling the little bud between my fingers as I pull her hair again. My teeth rake up her neck as I drop my hand between her legs, rubbing her soaking wet pussy as she sighs deeply.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmur into her neck.

“And if I want you to?” she signs back.

I groan, my cock painfully hard as I reach between us and yank open my belt. My zipper follows before I shove my pants and boxers down together, nipping at her skin.

“I’m only going to warn you once: think very carefully before you say something like that to me,” I whisper into her ear. I sink two fingers into her pussy, curling them up against her front wall as she writhes, clinging to the counter.

“I don’t think my hands stuttered,” she manages to sign.

She twists her head, her eyes locking with mine as her lips hover an inch away. She pulls back just enough to lift her hands between us.

“Hurt me. Make it⁠—”

A whimpered, choked cry of pleasure sticks in her throat as I roughly spank her bare ass. I can feel her pussy clenching around my fingers as I do it, flooding me with her wetness. So I do it again.

And again.

And again, until her pussy is quivering around my fingers as I pump them in and out.

I spank her ass a fifth time, drinking in the bloom of pink that erupts over her delicate skin. I bend her forward over the vanity, dropping down behind her. She shivers, and her legs tremble when my tongue drags up her lips, pushing between them as I taste her.

I ram my tongue into her, fucking her with it before I drag it to her clit, take the little bud between my lips and suck, rolling my tongue over it. My hands grip her ass, spanking her, spreading her lewdly wide, teasing her pussy as I suck on her clit.

My hands move higher, parting her cheeks as I groan into her pussy. My finger drags over her tight little hole, and Katarina shudders around me, a deep, guttural moan rumbling in her throat as I tease her ass.

Who am I to deny her that?

She stiffens as I slide my tongue back, dragging it between her cheeks until the tip teases over her asshole. Then her indistinct grunts become louder and she grips the counter as I swirl my tongue around her puckered ring, spitting on it and stabbing it with the tip of my tongue. She pushes back eagerly like a greedy little slut for my tongue as I rim her asshole.

Spit is dripping down her inner thighs when I finally pull away and stand.

“Don’t you fucking move,” I growl, fisting my cock and kicking my pants away as I grab a handful of her hair. I line my cock up with her slick, pink pussy as I yank her head up, making her look at herself in the mirror.

“I want you to watch yourself get fucked like a bad girl.”

I ram in with a single stroke, my balls slapping her clit. Katarina’s face explodes with heat and her eyes roll back in her head as a deep, aching moan wrenches from her lips. I pound into her, my hips hitting her ass over and over as I fuck her mercilessly, like I’m laying claim to her.

Conquering her.

Telling the whole fucking world that she’s mine.

My fucking wife.

Katarina’s hands press on the mirror in front of her as I fuck her hard and deep. The filthy, wet sounds of us grinding together fill the room, and I swear I can’t look away from the sight of her face caving in pleasure as I push her closer to her release.

Her eyes lock with mine as her mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure.

I groan when I feel her explode around me, her pussy milking the cum from my cock as she shatters for me. She grinds back on me, rolling her hips over and over as she comes again and again, flooding my balls with her sticky cum.

My eyes drop to where her pink glistening pussy is stretched wide around my thick cock. Something dark, dangerous, and hungry growls inside me as my gaze drifts to her tight little back hole.

Fuck me however you want to.

Hurt me.

Katarina jolts when she feels my wet thumb rub over her ass. She twists her head around, her eyes wide as they lock on mine.

“Are you—” she signs, her hands faltering as my thumb slowly pushes into her. A guttural cry of pleasure rumbles in her throat as I start to grind my cock in and out of her pussy, my thumb still teasing her ass.

“You’re my wife,” I growl, leaning in and searing my lips to hers. “All of you.”

I start to pull my thumb out, but she grabs my wrist, keeping me right where I am. Her eyes hold mine, a mix of fear and pleasure in her gaze as she pulls my thumb back in, deeper.

My dick twitches inside her pussy.

God, this woman drives me insane.

I keep fucking her ass with my thumb as I grind my cock in and out. Slowly, I replace my thumb with a finger. Then a second. Her breath comes in choked gasps as I slowly pull my slick cock from her wet pussy.

I slide my fingers out of her stretched-out back hole and spit on it.

Kat grunts at the filthy gesture. Fuck.

I do it again, rubbing my spit into her hole before I bring my slick head against it.

“Face the mirror, wife,” I growl, grabbing a hank of her hair and twisting her head so that she’s looking at her reflection in the mirror.

“I want you to watch your tight little ass swallowing every inch of my dick like a good girl.”

I start to push. For a second, her face tenses up. But when I pause, she shakes her head, her eyes holding mine in the reflection. I keep going, adding more pressure bit by bit until suddenly, my head pops through.

Fuck. Me.

Katarina jolts in pleasure, her back arching and her legs shaking. She reaches between her legs, and I groan when her fingers brush my balls as she starts to rub her clit.

I grunt, forcing another inch into her impossibly tight little hole as she writhes in a mix of pleasure and pain. My balls tighten as I grit my teeth, sliding deeper and deeper, easing my swollen dick up her ass as she rubs her clit furiously.

My fist tightens in her hair as I push the rest of the way in, both of us shuddering as we lock eyes.

Slowly, she nods, her gaze pleading with me to do it.

To fuck her.

Claim her.

Take every fucking shred of her, and keep it bound to me forever.

Slowly I ease out, hissing in pleasure as her tight ring grips me like a vice. Katarina’s knees shake as I push back in, driving deep until my balls are up against her working fingers again.

Then, I start to fuck her.

I start slow, easing in and out. Then gradually, as she opens for me, I begin to move faster.

Thrust harder.

Take more of her.

Her face crumples with pleasure, almost drooling as I ream her. Her fingers roll and rub at her clit, and when she comes suddenly, her ass clamping down around me, I groan.

Sweat drips down my spine. My fingers dig into her skin, running over every inch of her, touching her everywhere. I spank her ass, I cup her breasts, I twist her nipples. I wrap one hand around her throat and use the other to finger her alongside her.

The world becomes a blur as her throaty grunts of pleasure and my groans fill the bathroom, until we’re both crashing toward the point of no return.

When Kat comes again, there’s no holding back.

There never has been any holding back when it comes to her.

When she shatters again, her ass squeezing me, I join her. With a savage growl, I ram deep, leaning over, sinking my teeth into her shoulder. Cum erupts from my swollen cock, filling her ass as we explode together.

After that, everything is a haze. I’m vaguely aware of sliding out of her. Of Kat twisting in my arms, crushing her mouth to mine and practically crawling into my arms.

Our bandages have come off, and we’re both bleeding. I fix us both up, filling the tub with warm, sudsy water, then carrying her to it, and pulling her onto my lap.

We clean each other up, then she’s sliding down onto my hard cock again.

I fuck her again in bed. This time, we fall asleep with me still inside her, her head on my chest, her breath on my skin.

And my heart completely in her hands.