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)
I could feel him breathing me in like I was his sanctuary.
The building must have been chaos.
Gunfire.
Screams.
Destruction.
And here we were—locked together in the most intimate, reckless, consuming way possible.
When he finally stilled, he kept his cock buried to the hilt and more cum dripped between my thighs.
Oh God. I will never be the same again. . .never. . .
Chapter forty-eight
Aching Surrender
Nyomi
His voice cracked. “Tora.”
My heart boomed in my ears.
He lifted his head and his eyes were wild. Sweat rolled down his temple.
And that look. . .
It was devotion.
It was obsession.
It was awe.
It was danger.
When he spoke, I realized that his voice had changed too and it wasn’t a drop in pitch. It was a drop in temperature.
The tone I’d come to crave—warm, sensual, teasing—cooled into something darker, lower, honed like a blade that had tasted too much blood and knew the cut before it made it. “I’m going to put you down now, Tora.”
The muscles in his arms tensed as he held me against the wall as even releasing me required restraint. His cock had gone soft, but his presence had grown sharper.
Bigger.
The Dragon had returned. “And Tora. . .I want you to put that cape back on as quickly as possible, but please stay in this room. Okay?”
“O-okay.” I nodded fast. “D-do you think we’re in danger?”
“No, Tora.” His eyes didn’t blink. “Right now I’m the most dangerous man in this fucking building.”
Fear filled my chest.
He didn’t release me right away. Instead, he kissed me, and it was fierce, slow, and almost final like a lover preparing to walk into war. His lips dangerously claimed mine, and I kissed him back like I didn’t care who he had to kill.
I unwrapped my legs from around him and my heels touched the floor.
He lowered me gently. The moment he stepped back, a different man looked at me. For a breathless second, the light shifted in the space. And I swear—behind him, cast on the wall—was the shadow of a dragon. Not a man. Not Kenji. A beast that was seething and monstrous. Wings. Horns. Smoke.
I blinked and it was gone, but I still felt it in my bones. The man in front of me was now the Dragon from the office many days ago, the beast I had seen when I first entered and met him.
He sneered. “I will be right back.”
“Okay, but. . .” My hands shook. “Maybe you should check to make sure you should go out or see if everything is okay. I know you are you but—”
“Everything will be fine.” He stormed across the room, muscles taut beneath golden skin.
“How do you know?”
“Because men would have already been in here by now, if it wasn’t.” He grabbed his pants and quickly put them on. “My people are efficient.”
“So. . .whatever the threat was. . .it’s gone?”
“Hopefully not completely.”
“What?”
He didn’t even look at me as he yanked up his pants and zipped them. “Someone has to pay for disrupting our date, Tora.”
I gulped.
He was going to kill someone or a lot of someones.
Is this my life now?
I didn’t even have time to think too deeply about it. My instincts screamed to move, to be ready, to get the hell out of here. I bent slightly, trying to take off my heels, bracing for chaos.
His voice sliced across the space like a whip. “Don’t take off those heels.”
I looked up.
He sneered. “Keep them on. . .please.”
“Kenji,” I kept my tone steady. “If we have to run, I can’t do it in heels—”
“Run?” He quirked his brows. “Who?”
“I’m just saying—”
“No one’s going to make us run, Tora.” He buttoned his pants, turned back toward the door, and stormed off. “Please keep the heels on. . .Queen.”
And with that, he got to the door, walked out, and quietly shut it behind him.
I stood there breathless, trembling in heels slick with arousal, legs still unsteady from being fucked against the wall. And my pussy was very. . .very. . .sore. Like. . .it would be uncomfortable walking sore.
What the fuck is he going to do?
The Dragon was gone.
But his fury lingered.
So did his heat.
And somewhere beyond that door. . .men were going to die. . .
With my aching pussy, I stumbled toward the throne, picked up the cape, and covered myself with it.
What the hell is going on?
It was all insanity, but I did everything I could to keep myself calm. If I were going to be with Kenji Sato. . .this would be my life now.
Gunshots.
Screams.
The scent of blood.
And a man who could fuck me with devotion and then slit throats ten minutes later without blinking.
Closing the cape around me, I sat on the edge of the throne—not elegantly or with any of the power I had claimed earlier. I was raw, tender, still wet between my thighs, and trembling in ways I wasn’t ready to unpack.