A/N:

Warning!
- Strong Language
- Steamy
- Lil Smut

Name: Yamato Iemura

Credits to the owner of the picture.

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Y/N's POV

In every room you step in, you always feel the need to conquer every living soul there is. It all started when you learned that your parents didn't want you so they gave you to your father's brother, your uncle who runs a mafia organization.

Giving a child to a mafia boss is like giving fresh meat to a hungry lion. In short, whether you lived or not, your parents didn't care.

But your uncle was different. He raised you like his own and trained you to be strong.

And one of the things that stuck by you is that if you let other people walk all over you, they are going to take their precious time stepping on every part of your soul.

Never once did you let anyone do that.

Until now...

"Why must I submit to this man?"

"Because you married him, mija. He is a man that deserves respect, he runs a Yakuza organization. If his own wife does not even submit to him, how will his men respect him?" your uncle tells you with a tired sigh.

"Why did I have to marry him?" You groaned.

"Because I can't marry him," glaring at your uncle who had the nerve to joke, "Just remember, mija. We used to owe this man almost ninety-five percent of our organization, this marriage is kindness."

"Whatever. Why can't he just be an old man who can just die from a heart attack anytime?" You grumble under your breath as you put on your coat.

"That's your type?"

"Ugh!"

You got outside and the men escorted you to your private jet until you flew black to Kobe, Japan where you live with your husband.

It was raining hard and your husband's men lined up with umbrellas so you don't get wet. They were in a formation and the car was parked along with the red carpet.

Takeshi, your husband's second-in-command greets you. A month of marriage and you see him more than your own husband.

He bows politely before standing up straight, "Welcome back, 姉〜さん."

"Where is he?" you asked while walking towards the car.

"At the nightclub." You rolled your eyes and entered the car.

"I'll be at the penthouse," you announced.

"I think you need to see him first," Takeshi stops the car from being closed.

"I need?" Glaring at the man but he doesn't budge. Then you remembered the conversation you had with your uncle, "Fine. Take me to the club."

The stench of smoke and alcohol filled your nose as you entered the place. All eyes were on you as you walked like you owned the place, which was true, your husband owns the nightclub.

Speaking of the devil, Yamato sat on his VIP lounge among with his business partners. They were all old men while he sat there looking like he didn't belong but he held the most power, he looked handsome even from afar and his posture screams dominance and power.

He was not bad to look at, he was attractive even. He had pale skin, strong jaw, tall nose, luscious lips. But what captivated you the most where those cold eyes, you knew the moment they landed on you that he would own you and you hated that it could be true.

You and Takeshi bowed as you got to his area.

"Why is she wearing that?" Was the first thing he said but he does not take his eyes off the game being played on the table.

You looked at Takeshi who looked scared, "What's wrong with my clothes-"

"Forgive me, boss. I'll escort Mrs. Iemura back to the penthouse now." Takeshi bowed his head apologetically.

"Yamato, what's wrong with my clothes?" You take Takeshi's hand off your arm and stood firm beside your husband.

"Your wife has fire in her, huh?" One of the old men in the table comments mockingly.

"You need to put her in place, boss." Another one added.

"Women these days, they think they can handle the seat at the table." Your blood boiled at that last comment and you didn't care anymore, you were about to reach for your gun when Yamato stood up abruptly.

Three shots were fired on the table, sending everyone screaming and ducking away from table except you. Your eyes zeroed on one clean bullet hole on the table, three bullets in one exact spot.

"I decide when my wife needs to be put in place and that is always beside me, not under me. The next time I hear any of you talk about my wife, that bullet hole will be on your forehead." He turns to you and drags you outside by your arm.

Something about he did just turned you on, you've always been attracted to power and this has been the first time you saw him show it since you're always looking for ways to not be in the same room as him after your wedding.

Yamato pulls you closer and protectively wraps an arm around your waist as you exit the club and into the car.

"Straight home." He commanded to the driver and the man speeds without hesitation.

The entire car ride, I couldn't find the right words to say so we sat in silence just hearing each other's heavy breathes. I didn't know what to do.

My knees shook uncontrollably and he put his hand on your knee, "Stop that."

Even though you did stop, his hand was not removed and it didn't help the tension building up inside you.

You finally got home and you follow behind him like a dog with its tail hidden in between its legs.

He aggressively took off his suit and threw it on the couch, then he starts loosening the cuffs of his button down and unbuttoned a few buttons. He folded the sleeves, showing his veiny tattooed arms and crossed it across his chest.

"What?" You asked, trying to act unbothered when everything is turning you on.

"You're my wife." He spoke.

"Unfortunately," You scoffed sarcastically and went to the bar of your house to pick up your favorite bottle of whiskey.

You pour it on a glass but before the drink can reach your lips it was yanked out from your hands and Yamato drowned the drink like it was water.

"Hey!-" he shut you up by kissing you aggressively, pushing your back against the counter and you whimper in pain, but you loved it.

Yamato caged you in between the counter and his arms while he kisses you with so much passion and hunger. You push him by the chest and try to break free but he doesn't budge.

He grabbed your hips and lifted you up to sit you down on the stool, then he spread your thighs and settling his body in between them. You purposely bite his lips to make him pull away and he did.

An evil smile painted on his face and the blood dripped down from the bite you had done, filled with anger you slapped him hard with the back of your hand so he feels all the rings on your hand.

The kiss turned you on but you didn't like how it made you feel weak.

"How dare you touch me!" You yelled and you lift your hand to slap him one more time but he caught it with his hand. "Let me go!"

"I gave you time to adjust, it's my turn now." He tells you in a serious tone with the coldest glare of command.

"What-"

"I suggest that you shut your loud mouth and listen to me," he gripped your jaw with one hand, just enough to get your attention.

You push his hand away and glared down on him.

"There can only be one king in this kingdom and that's me," he whispers in your neck and you inhale a sharp breath. "But you're my wife, therefore that makes everything that is mine is yours. If people saw you disrespecting me, that gives them the idea not to respect me as well and this kingdom we have will crumble."

"Are you telling me to bow down to you?" Anger laced your tone as you glare at him.

"I am only asking for your submission, and in return I will respect you and you can trust that you will have a seat on the table. Anyone who dares to walk all over you will not be granted another second to breathe." His caressed your jaw gently.

"Fine." You gave in.

"Good." He pulls away and you forgot that you weren't breathing as you exhaled a heavy sigh. You clenched your thighs closed and wiped the sweat off your forehead, "I'll have the maids move your things to the master bedroom, it's about time we sleep together."

"E-Excuse me?!"

"Oh, not that kind, but the honeymoon that is long overdue is being planned so prepare for that as well. Preferably at one of our private islands," He lifts your chin up and placed a gentle kiss.

"What? So no one can hear me scream as you kill me?" you muttered sarcastically.

"Oh, honey, you'll be screaming but it will be because of how good I'll make you feel." He smirked, "We won't leave the bed and we'll fuck hard. You'll whimper into the pillows and your legs will shake uncontrollably because of the overwhelming pleasure I'll make you feel. And I won't stop until you won't feel your legs, I'll be carrying you on the way home."

You inhaled sharply backing away from him as you questioned yourself, what have I gotten myself into?