Bite my muse

Shi knows a love bite when she feels one. Too much drink spills between them. Too much energy, too many croquettish games. Mostly her fault. No surprise there. There's something about yakuza that make her want to ruin them. Dangerous men wrapped in all these trappings of honor and decorum. She's outside of all that. Arm candy. Satisfying sick fucks and their fantasies.

Nothing new. But this? Not a fantasy. Not a man. A beast, surely!

It's easy enough for Hideo to get her alone during a late night walk. Back to her place, bellies full of hard liquor and little else.

In the dark, misty streets Shi invades his space. Tugging at his tie, his lapel, devouring him with sloppy kisses along his throat and chin.

At first, the bite sinks against that tender space between shoulder and neck. Shi pulls him closer. Hisses with the pain..and then shoves him backwards. "What the fuck?" Shi slurs.

Not a love bite!