The Dragon 4 – Tokyo Empire Read Online Kenya Wright

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I’d named her Kitty.

At this point, I’d forgotten their real names.

They were simply my pets.

Years ago, I’d set them up in separate condos and gave them bank accounts where I deposited generous monthly allowances. They had a doctor specially appointed by Reo who gave them monthly health screenings.

I yawned and looked back up at the ceiling.

Perhaps, I should get new companions.

Kitty stirred beside me, her hand sliding across my chest, seeking warmth even in sleep.

On my other side, Puppy's breathing shifted, that half-conscious awareness that came from years of being attuned to my movements.

They were good at this.

At waiting.

At responding.

At being exactly what I needed them to be whenever I called.

One text, and they'd drop everything.

Rearrange schedules.

Cancel plans.

Rush to whatever hotel, safe house, or private plane I'd summoned them to.

In exchange, I made sure they never worried about money. Rent paid. Cars maintained. Credit cards with limits high enough to fund small countries. Medical care. Personal trainers. Whatever they wanted, within reason.

And one rule: no one else.

Not because I was possessive.

Not because I cared who they fucked when I wasn't around.

But because I was careful.

Clean.

Controlled.

I'd seen too many men in my father's organization brought low by sexually transmitted diseases they'd picked up from careless encounters. Seen blackmail spring from tangled sheets and loose lips.

So, I paid for exclusivity the way I paid for everything else.

With money.

With distance.

With clear, unspoken boundaries that everyone understood.

Kitty pressed closer, and her lips brushed my shoulder. "You're awake. Bad dreams again?"

I didn't answer.

Puppy's eyes fluttered open on my other side. Those striking violet contacts he wore even to bed—a vanity I found oddly endearing. "Want us to help you relax?"

Months ago, I would have said yes.

Would have let them both work me over until the tension dissolved, until the images in my head blurred into nothing but sensation.

But now. . .

"No." My voice came out rougher than I intended. "Go back to sleep."

Puppy stilled.

Kitty's breath caught.

I felt it then—that shift in the air. The confusion. The hurt they tried to hide but couldn't, not completely.

They'd caught feelings long ago.

Both of them.

I'd known for a while now. Seen it in the way Kitty's eyes lingered on my face when she thought I wasn't looking. Heard it in the way Puppy said my name—my real name, not the playful "Master" he used during scenes.

They wanted more.

More than money.

More than an arrangement.

More than the hollow transaction we'd all agreed to.

And I couldn't give it to them.

Not because they weren't beautiful. They were. Objectively, devastatingly beautiful.

Not because they weren't skilled. They knew my body better than anyone. Knew exactly how to touch me, where to press, when to push and when to yield.

But after Nura. . .

I closed my eyes, and her face swam up from the darkness. That single date. One dinner. A few hours of conversation about nothing important—books, music, and places we'd never been.

She'd laughed at my terrible jokes.

She'd stolen food off my plate without asking.

She'd looked at me like I was just a man, not a monster or a weapon forged in blood and fire.

I'd wanted to kiss her so badly my teeth ached.

Wanted to bite her.

The thought had shocked me.

I'd never wanted to bite anyone before.

I thought about Nyomi. About the way Kenji looked at her—like she was the sun and he'd happily burn. About those bite marks on her shoulder, fresh and red, evidence of a hunger that went beyond sex, beyond possession, into something primal, terrifying, and real.

My brother had found his person.

Someone he desperately yearned to bite.

I looked at Kitty and then at Puppy's purple hair splayed across the pillow.

I didn't want to bite them. Not once, in all our years together, had the urge ever crossed my mind. And suddenly, that felt like the most important thing in the world.

I should find my person.

The thought settled into my chest like a stone.

I should find someone I desperately yearn to bite.

Someone who made my teeth ache. Someone who made me want to mark and claim and possess. Someone who looked at me the way Nyomi looked at Kenji—like I was worth burning for.

I will have to let Kitty and Puppy go. Soon.

They deserved someone who wanted to devour them whole. And I deserved to stop pretending that warm bodies and willing mouths could fill the void.

I thought of Nyomi again.

Any other time, Kenji would share with me, and I would share with him, and we would lose ourselves in pleasure together the way we had since we were young men discovering what our bodies could do.

But Nyomi was different.

She was his Tiger.

His Heart.

The woman who had saved him from thirty-four snakes in a single night. The woman who made him breakfast and looked at him like he was more than a monster.

Kenji would share her food. He would share her conversation. He would share her laughter and her presence and the warmth she brought to our family.


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