The Dragon 3 – Tokyo Empire Read Online Kenya Wright

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
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Ohh!

Water ran down my face, my breasts, my stomach. His fingers slid lower, spreading me open under the stream.

Every nerve screamed.

Every drop baptized me in lust.

He played with my pussy, teasing and toying.

I rocked my hips.

“That’s it. My naughty Tiger, rub that pussy all over my fingers.”

Ohhh.

“Break for me.” He rubbed my clit, stroking it harder now, faster, until the coil inside me tightened, wound, begged to snap.

I shook in his hold, so close to unraveling I could taste it on my tongue.

“Do you even understand, Tora?” His voice wrapped around me and it was silk laced with barbed wire. “I own safes full of fucking gold, million-dollar corporate towers of steel. I have fleets of men who would die for me. I have even more islands. Yachts. Private jets. But none of that shit compares to this, to the fortune of your pussy. To the treasure of your heart. You are my most expensive sin.”

He slowed his caresses to my clit until I thought I would die from shuddering in ecstasy. Each circle around my clit stretched eternity thinner, slower, tighter time itself snapped inside me.

Then, with cruel suddenness, he stopped altogether.

W-what?

My body convulsed, the promise of climax ripped away so violently it left me shaking in despair.

No! Please! God! No!

He pulled his hand away, leaving me gasping, empty, throbbing. His palm pressed harder against my mouth, silencing my sobs of frustration.

“No, Tora. Not yet. You’ll come when I decide. When I’ve wrung every ounce of obedience out of you.” He ground his cock against me, heavy and hot, the metal of his piercing rubbing along the curve of my ass. “You’ll take my punishment first. And when you’re broken, when you’re begging, when your pussy is so desperate it doesn’t know the difference between pain and pleasure. . .”

His lips brushed my ear, and his voice grew low and lethal. “. . .that’s when I’ll let you come.”

And then to my utter shock, he lowered his mouth to the curve of my neck, where it met shoulder, and he bit down hard.

AHHHH!!!

Chapter thirty-nine

Teeth in Flesh

Nyomi

The bite wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t polite.

It was feral.

His teeth sank into the soft place that tender spot on my shoulder, sharp enough to sting, deep enough to brand. Hot water cascaded over us, sluicing down my back, but none of it could cool the fire that erupted in my skin.

Pain streaked my world white. My vision blanked, my breath caught against his palm, and then—oh God—pleasure came chasing after, faster, meaner, catching the pain by the throat and dragging it under.

My knees buckled. My thighs trembled. The bite anchored me, held me captive to a storm only he controlled. My body tried to collapse, but Kenji’s arm caged me upright, his palm sealing my mouth, his weight pinning me to his hunger.

And still he bit.

The pressure built, teeth digging deeper, pain climbing until it kissed the edge of unbearable. My scream tore from me, but his hand caught it, muffled it, turned it into a shameful hum against his skin.

Water poured over his tattoos, over the steel cage of his body, over me. It made everything slick—his grip, my thighs, the pulse of his cock grinding against my ass.

Oh fuck.

He rolled his hips as he bit harder, the pierced head of his cock rubbing slow and merciless between my cheeks, gliding along the seam of my ass, threatening my pussy with every pass. The metal caught, slid, sparked heat until I thought I’d combust right there under the spray.

The bite burned.

The cock teased.

The water drowned.

And I couldn’t escape any of it.

My body was his canvas. His teeth, his cock, his hunger—those were the tools painting me into something new, something ruined. Every nerve screamed alive—pain streaking down my neck, pleasure flooding my clit, heat coiling low in my belly until I was shaking in his grip.

Kenji groaned into the bite, low and guttural, the sound vibrating against my skin as if he meant to mark me not just with teeth but with sound, with vibration, with everything he was.

And I felt it—his cock hardening, thickening as he ground against me, the blunt crown dragging lower, lower, almost finding me.

My pussy clenched in betrayal, weeping for him, fluttering with frantic little spasms that only made the bite feel deeper.

I should’ve wanted to fight.

To wrench free.

To scream.

Instead, I melted into the pain, into the teeth, into the cock grinding against me. My body became one long pulse of surrender, a prisoner that didn’t want release.

Some stubborn part of me still wanted to write the ending myself—to prove I could hold a pen even as he broke me. But my body was already signing his story in blood and trembling.

Kenji lifted his mouth just enough to growl against my raw, bitten skin.

The bite throbbed. It was a firework lodged in my flesh, burning, pulsing, alive.


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