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 straightened instinctively, like she’d pulled a leash on my spine. “True.”
She studied me. “Again, do you think you’ve relieved him of stress?”
“Yes.”
“Mind clear?”
“I think so.”
“Do you think that after some good sleep he will return to the war room tomorrow sharper than ever before?”
“Yes. Sharper. Calmer. More lethal.”
“Good.” Her smile cut wider, pleased. “Now remind me, Nyomi. Whose session is this?”
“His.”
“And the objective?”
“Relief. Reset. Control given and returned.”
“And you?”
“It’s taking everything not to run back in there and tear him apart.” I felt so damn drunk. “I’m sorry. What was the question?”
“No. You’re just. . .a bit high right now.” Hiroko’s eyes glittered with amusement. “Again, this scene is about the Dragon learning he can lay down his teeth and still be a god. If he’s clear, you’ve done it.”
“He’s clear,” The ache between my thighs didn’t argue.
She tipped her head toward the door. “Do you believe he deserves the reward of you?”
Heat shot straight to my pussy. “God, yes.”
“Then have fun. Take him out of the cuffs.” She winked. “I’ll dismiss the team.”
“Thank you.”
Hiroko turned to the hallway crew, tapped each shoulder, and gave a hand signal.
Too horny to think anymore, I headed back into the bedroom and closed the door.
The bedroom felt different now. The air was thicker, charged. My pulse was a steady drum in my ears. Somehow my body was light and heavy at the same time.
It must have been the floating high of domspace mixing with the deep pull of wanting his cock inside of me so bad I could barely think.
I moved on instinct.
The faint sound of water spilling over the lip of the tub lured me closer. Each inhale brought the scent of him—warm, male, edged with candle smoke and desire.
Soon, the bathroom door was right in front of me.
I closed my hand over the knob, turned it, and entered.
Finally, I can ride him like I’ve been wanting to all afternoon.
The bathroom door clicked shut behind me.
Steam still curled through the air, clinging to my damp skin. Candlelight flickered across the tiles, soft and golden, casting shadows that shifted with the water’s faint movement.
I stepped forward, expecting to see Kenji where I’d left him—wrists bound, chest rising and falling, that sharp, hungry gaze waiting for me.
Instead. . .
Wait. . .what?
The tub was empty.
The water still swayed, disturbed by motion that had already passed. One leather cuff floated lazily on the surface, the other was gone, swallowed by whatever escape he’d made. If anything, the damned cuff was probably still around his wrist.
How the hell?!
For a beat, my brain refused to understand. My body, still humming from domspace, wanted to believe this was just another scene. . .one where he was waiting to be told what to do.
Oh shit. . .he’s. . .no longer in the water. . .
Fast, all of my earlier high dissolved into part fear, part thrill. My heart raced, pounding against my ribs, breath quickening.
But. . .where is he?!
The steam had thickened the space, shielding parts of the room.
I shivered.
The hairs at the back of my neck rose.
No. No. No.
The bathroom wasn’t empty. It couldn’t be. The space felt occupied in a way that was almost primal, as though the shadows themselves had weight, as though they were leaning toward me, closing in.
I scanned the corners without moving my head, every instinct screaming to stay still.
Somewhere, hidden from my sight, the Dragon was breathing and watching. . .unbound and ready to fuck.
A predator on the move with a hard cock.
And I was his prey with no safe word that could stop him.
Holy shit!
Chapter thirty-seven
Erotic Hide and Seek
Nyomi
Seconds later, the bathroom had transformed into something otherworldly.
Steam curled so thick it blurred the gold rims of the mirrors and swallowed the far-off walls until the room itself felt erased.
Candlelight bled through the haze in ragged strokes, flickering soft glows across marble and water, bending shadows into grotesque shapes that seemed to move on their own. In fact, the flames painted the steam in strokes of gold and rose, turning the air into a living canvas where shadows prowled and terror looked beautiful, carved from shimmer and mist.
So. . .is he going to jump out and scare-fuck me? Or am I supposed to find him?
I checked behind me.
Nothing.
I quickly looked from right to left, taking in the space.
Nothing.
And even more. . .now the steam wasn’t just lingering. It was multiplying. Rolling heavier. Curling so thick it blurred out the floor.
What is going on?
That’s when I heard it.
A low hiss, steady and constant, cutting through the muffled rippling of the bath.
My gaze flicked toward the far right, where the glass shower stood.
Aww. I see what he did. He turned the shower on. That’s why there’s so much steam in here right now.
Through the haze I stared at the shower. Spray hammered against the tiles.