#dynastyofashes

Kyouki snorted, shook her head. “If you had wanted to marry me, you should have kept your dick in your pants. I have no reason to associate with the likes of you, business or personal.” With that, she brushes past the stunned Ultor figure. 

“No.” Dane growled. He reached for her, tugging her arm and into his chest. He held her in place, a hand on her throat. “You will marry me. You will tell your uncle you have considered when you leave.” Dane squeezed her neck for emphasis on how not joking he was.

Kyouki struggled against him, trying to push him away. “L-let… Me… G-go…” breathing hard through her nose. 

Dane then smiled, this was how he wanted her, how he had her in the proverbial palm of his hand. Whimpering, writhing, he pulled her close and kissed her. When he broke the kiss he whispered against her lips. “I will never let you go.” Opening his eyes Kyouki was locking eyes with him. A soft smile on her full lips caused Dane to slacken, and just as suddenly a fist met his face before he had time to process what happened to him. Stumbling back a few feet hitting the long table behind him. 

Kyouki came closer glaring at the man, towering over him as he braced himself, sheer intimidation encapsulated her. Grabbing his chin roughly pulling his face close to hers. ”If you ever, ever , put your hands on me again, like that. You will lose the hand and much, much more. Hm?” Kyouki stood, leaving Dane for good this time.