Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
I nearly moaned.
It was so sensually obscene.
It was fucking holy.
It was the kind of erotic visual sight that could short-circuit my sanity.
My sore pussy clenched.
God, I probably could cum just from the sight of him kneeling. Is that possible? Is that who I am now? Yes. It is.
From the floor, he watched me and remained silent.
My thoughts looped in a frenzy.
No other man will ever do.
I pressed my thighs tighter together, completely turned on by his submission. In fact, it was triggering a reaction in my bloodstream like I had ingested a drug. It was the high of power. The ache of it. The dangerous, sweet vertigo that came with knowing someone like Kenji had fallen to the floor for me.
Okay. . .will I ever get used to this?
The queening throne groaned beneath me as I shifted.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t break eye contact.
Didn’t blink.
Just stayed there.
On his knees.
And I felt this addiction rising in the marrow of my bones. I was speechless. All I could do was look down at my Dragon and wonder if I would ever come down from this high.
And then, softly, his deep voice caressed my skin. "I have something to ask you."
I raised my eyebrows. “What is it?”
My stomach twisted.
Those dark eyes never left mine.
Then—a scream pierced the hallway. It was sharp. Wet. The kind of scream that had probably seen the inside of a knife.
Holy shit!
Shivering, I turned my head toward the door.
Another scream came.
Shorter.
Choked.
My heart clenched. “There is still fighting in the hallway?”
“No.” Kenji’s voice grew calm. “Reo is just talking to someone.”
My gaze whipped back to him. “And when. . .Reo talks to someone. . .”
“Sometimes they scream.”
That didn’t match the Reo I knew. The one with sharp suits, quiet steps, and a voice that sounded like philosophy wrapped in expensive silk. “Sweet Reo?”
Kenji chuckled. “Is that how you see my Roar? Sweet?”
“Of course. He’s a complete gentleman with finesse and intelligence.”
He tilted his head. “Not dangerous?”
“I assumed he would be, but. . .I don’t see that. He seems more like a. . .mafia bookworm.”
Kenji’s expression shifted, something darker glittered in his eyes. “Good. Reo has made sure to keep that mask of death off his face when he’s around you.”
I blinked. That felt loaded with several meanings that I had no concept of. I didn’t even try to decipher that. Instead I focused on the situation at hand. “You are on your knees.”
“I am.”
“I like that.”
His lips curled, slow and knowing. “Then I’ll make sure to be on my knees more often when I’m around you.”
Goddamn. You do that and I’ll be cumming all over myself every day.
I had to cross my legs tighter just to keep my composure.
He hadn’t touched me.
Not one hand.
Not one kiss.
But everything about this moment made my pussy jump.
I leaned forward slightly. “So. . .what do you have to ask me?”
Chapter three
The Dragon's Question
Nyomi
What could he want to ask me?
The question stalked the edges of my mind like a predator. I was terrified to hear it. Maybe he’d ask for a piece of me I hadn’t offered anyone before.
“Kenji. . .”
He exhaled once, a sharp breath from somewhere deep. Then he spoke, “Will you please come back to my place this evening?”
I blinked.
The words weren’t shocking.
The way he said them was.
Please.
Not a command.
Not an expectation.
A respectable request.
From a man who didn’t ask. From a man who commanded entire underworld cities by simply showing up.
He could have said, you’re coming home with me.
He could have said, it’s time.
He could have snapped his fingers and I probably would’ve followed him.
But instead. . .he said. . .please.
I couldn’t even respond right away. My lips parted, but the words didn’t come. Not because I didn’t have anything to say. But because everything in me was already screaming the answer.
Yes.
Yes, I’ll come back with you.
Yes, I want to see where you sleep, where you think, where you become human enough to rest.
Yes, I want to know what your sheets smell like. What your voice sounds like in the morning.
But saying yes wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was knowing that once I stepped foot in Kenji Sato’s private world, I might never be able to leave. Some part of me already understood the truth. This question wasn’t just about tonight.
This was about forever.
And I hadn’t even unwrapped the damned gift yet.
I let my fingers graze the black matte paper on my lap. The pink bow looked even more fragile now.
What did he give me? And why. . .am I so nervous to surrender to him?
Suddenly, an explosion split through the air like a god slamming his fist against the sky, and I didn’t even flinch. My heartbeat didn’t stutter, my breath didn’t catch. I was already growing numb to the orchestra of violence that scored his world, each boom and blaze another verse in the dark lullaby I was probably going to learn to sleep through.