Lotus of Obsession

By Andrielle Giscombe

"For the Mystical Lover Gworls with a Kink (or 2)." -Andrielle Giscombe

? Unveil the secrets of Lotus of Obsession ?

Step into the pulsating heart of Tokyo's underground with Izaak Lin, an outcast Yakuza heir, and Aura Grant, a wild beauty wi

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andrielle Muses
• Release date: Jul 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088272473

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Andrielle Giscombe

Lotus of Obsession

A Dark Mafia Forbidden Romance Novel

Copyright © 2023 by Andrielle Giscombe

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To my mother, whose romance novel collection sparked a lifelong love of smut.

Love ya!

Contents

I. PART ONE

Enchanted Encounters

First Date Feels

Penthouse Passion

Alert the Group Chat

No Letting Go

Turmoil & Temptations

Golden Dragons

II. PART TWO

Ultimate Get Back

Go Switches, Go Switches

Insider Divinity

Whispered Wisdoms

A New York Dynasty

Gettin’ to the Bag

Hot Line Bling

Epilogue

Afterword

I

Part One

For the Mystical Lover Gworls with a Kink (or 2).

Enchanted Encounters

SONG: LOTUS FLOWER BOMB - WALE, MIGUEL

The dimly lit atmosphere overflowed with the seductive cadence of Lotus Flower Bomb, setting the mood for love and lust.

The air was tinged with the distinctive aroma of Blue Dream as the undertones of indulgent decadence swept across the crowded lounge.

Standing at 6’4, Izaak Lin stood in front of the two-way glass in his office, surveying the dance floor through the haze, feeling the pressures of his legacy weigh heavier on his shoulders than ever before.

Obsidian Lotus was his latest exclusive smoking lounge in downtown Tokyo.

Most nights, such a successful opening would offer him some semblance of satisfaction, not just this empty feeling of nothingness.

Lately, his days were filled with duty and responsibility, and his soul felt dissolute and drained by every last one of his hard-won forty-four years on this Earth.

Even worse?

The fire that once fueled his ambitions had dimmed down to white embers with little spark.

Then he saw her.

Her golden presence seemed to shimmer and sparkle, drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

She moved with a fluid grace, her full figure swaying to the music in a sea of bodies on the dance floor.

Like a fairy, her ethereal, asymmetrical face held an enigmatic innocence, though her eyes smoldered with fiery willpower and divine mysticism that he found he couldn’t resist.

Cinnamon, golden-jeweled goddess dreads cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting beautifully against her tattoo-covered caramel-colored skin.

Around 5’8, with plump breasts and a soft stomach flowing into the thickest of thighs, she was adorned in a form-fitting authentic Green Mongolian Vest, Black Attico High-rise Cargo Pants, with Lucky Green dunks gracing her feet.

Fuck, he thought. She’s a goddess.

Her fashion sense was an eclectic blend of masculine and feminine elements, reflecting a fluidity he instantly wanted to entice.

Her attire seemed as unpredictable as her spirit, a fusion of streetwear and high fashion that showcased her stylish essence and emphasized her unconventional appeal.

Yet her jewelry is what truly captured his attention—a quirky collection of odd pieces adorned her ears, neck, and wrists, inflaming his ‘special’ addiction.

Possessiveness roared through Izaak’s blood as never before as he zeroed in on the tattoos adorning her left forearm.

His gaze traced the lines of the intertwined dragon and kitsune, their vibrant red and black colors mesmerizing against her skin.

It was as if they told a story he instinctively yearned to unravel.

Determined, Izaak approached her, his strides purposeful yet cautious.

As he got closer, he was immediately enchanted by the mischievous sparkle in her eyes—a challenge waiting to be accepted.

Care to dance? Izaak’s voice broke the silence between them.

Her plush, pink lips curled into a knowing smile, a silent acceptance of his invitation.

They moved together on the dance floor; bodies synchronized to the sultry beats.

Their movements were sensuous, a game setting off a smoldering seduction.

The pulsating music seemed to mimic the quickening pace of their hearts as they locked eyes, their chemistry intensifying with every passing moment.

As the notes enveloped them, their bodies brushed against each other, sparking kindling within their souls.

Izaak couldn’t resist the urge to tease her, his fingertips tracing the outline of the tattoos on her forearm.

"What’s your name, Kokeshi," Izaak growled into her ear as he marveled at the intricate details, the ink laced into her skin, hinting at her strength and resilience.

Her soft cheeks flushed pink, Aura Grant, she answered breathlessly, quickly darting out her tongue to re-wet her plump lips.

Caught up in the heady moment, she allowed her mesmerizing chocolate eyes to roam over his brutally striking face.

Taking in his olive-toned skin, dark eyebrows slashing across his smoldering stare, full lips surrounding sexy, straight white teeth, and his shoulder-length jet-black hair half-tied into an intricate top knot.

Yours? she inquired, biting her bottom lip as her stiletto nails traced the scar running along