Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 115388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
The knees of my designer slacks were ruined.
It didn’t matter.
For one reckless, blinding second, I almost abandoned the crawl. The Dragon inside me bared its teeth, snarling at the leash.
Ragged thoughts blazed in my head.
I could take her. Right now. Lift her up. Flip that throne, tear that red leather outfit off her, and fuck her pussy raw until she screamed my name like a curse and a blessing.
I trembled with lust.
No one could stop me. Not her. Not Reo. Not my Eyes or Fangs. Not even Hiroko.
And if I wanted to ruin Nyomi—to make her mine the way monsters did, to fuck her until she broke and rebuilt around my cock—I could.
God help me, I could.
But I didn’t.
Because she didn’t need chains to bind me.
Just her eyes.
Her voice.
Her power.
And I also could not forget that my beast was willing to kneel for her, craving to submit to this. . .Tiger Queen.
I continued on.
This scent hit me halfway across the floor. Not just ripe plum and black amber—but her pussy.
Her heat.
Her wetness.
The intoxicating alchemy that lived between her thighs.
I groaned, low and primal. My cock—already hard beyond pain—pressed against my zipper, leaking with every crawl forward. The pre-cum spilled down my shaft, sticky and hot against my boxer briefs—my surrender in liquid confession.
I kept crawling.
I watched the slow throb of her arousal with each inch forward. Every flex of my knee brought me closer to madness. My fingers ached to grab her thighs. My mouth begged to taste.
Pleasure clawed at the inside of my gut.
I’d been called many things in my life—the Dragon, the Tokyo Executioner, the Fox’s Weapon, Monster—but never good little Dragon.
How had I become her dragon on a leash?
And how could I make this moment last forever?
So close. I’m so fucking close now.
My breathing grew more ragged. The scent of her pussy enveloped me, wrapping around my face like the first breath of oxygen after drowning in ash.
Three feet away.
Two feet.
One.
And then, I was there.
My nose hovered inches from the opening between her thighs.
I stared.
Her pussy lips parted like the gates of heaven, kissed by heat and danger. Flushed and dripping with desire. Her thighs were thick and soft.
Her scent was the most divine sin.
My eyes fluttered.
My chest caved.
My lips parted in maddening anticipation—ready to kneel, to taste, to fall like a kingdom undone.
She looked down at me—a queen surveying her property.
My palms burned against the marble. My knees ached. My cock throbbed with every inch forward.
And she just watched.
Not with pity.
Not with mercy.
Just with pure ownership.
Her thigh shifted. Leather creaked. And then she spread her legs even wider.
Oh fuck. . .
This dark groan left me, vibrating up from my chest and shattering out of my throat.
I was right there—knees bruised, spine bowed, breath ragged—close enough to taste the heat pulsing off her pussy. My head was lowered but my eyes burned upward, catching the shine between her thighs.
Every part of me screamed to rise. To grip her hips, slam her down onto that throne and fuck her until the walls echoed with the sound of skin on skin and the collapse of her control.
I could do it.
But I didn’t move.
I didn’t rise.
I stayed kneeling, muscles trembling with restraint, teeth clenched against the lusty, hungry beast snarling beneath my skin.
I remained on the floor because she’d earned my submission. Because her power wasn’t fragile—it was erotically lethal. Kneeling for her felt more like conquering the ecstasy within myself and. . .I wanted to know more. . .
Yet, I couldn’t help but wonder. . .was I weak for kneeling? Or had I finally become the kind of monster who wanted to be tamed?
Then I caught it. . .her fingers twitched on the armrest—just once, barely visible but enough. Her breath hitched too and I knew it wasn’t from her dominance.
It was from her craving me too.
She’s submitting just as much as I am. She just doesn’t know it yet.
Her sexy voice left those full lips. “I am pleased.”
Those three words hit me harder than any blow, gutted me more thoroughly than any blade. Three simple words that echoed louder than any roar of victory, any echo of satisfaction I'd ever felt on my bloodied throne. I was high on it—the pleasure in her voice, the approval, the gratification.
Mmmm.
My head swam at her praise. It was a dizzying mix of relief and adrenaline. My cock gave a violent throb against my briefs in response.
Now what? Will she let me eat her pussy? Will she let me fuck her? Will I finally get to have my Tiger in every way I please?
Chapter forty-five
Beneath Her Throne
Kenji
Her gaze held mine captive as her hand moved slowly, languidly down her body.
Oh, Tora.
Her fingers trailed across those hardened nipples on her breasts. Then, she reached her hand out toward me and to my utter shock, she gripped the back of my head.