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)
“Yet, you’re mine.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, and that means, you sleep where I say. You wear what I send. You come when I command.”
She let out a low laugh—throaty and beautiful.
My jaw clenched, even as my cock twitched. “Is something funny?”
“I’m not yours.”
“You are. You just haven’t admitted it yet.”
She didn’t respond.
And that silence?
It wasn’t rejection.
It was consideration.
A pause filled with slow-burning temptation.
She was playing with fire—and loving the heat.
And I was the fool lighting the match.
How had I just outmaneuvered the Butcher of France, secured three planes’ worth of firepower, and walked away without a scratch—only to find myself in the hallway desperate and completely unarmed against a woman half a world away.
The Butcher didn’t rattle me.
The Corsicans didn’t shake me.
Even the Lion’s threats tasted like ash on my tongue.
But her?
My naughty tiger?
She wrapped one word in silk and sent it across the ocean, and I was already coming undone.
It wasn’t just her voice.
It was the way she held her ground.
Refused to bend—even when she wanted to.
Still, I lowered my voice, letting it fall rough and low. “If you walked into that suite right now, I’d make you forget every reason you ever had to fight me.”
“I think that’s exactly why I’m not walking in.”
“You’re afraid?”
“No,” she whispered. “I’m tempted.”
That.
That right there.
I stilled.
My whole body tuned to the frequency of her honesty. Her confession wasn’t for control. It wasn’t for dominance. It was a gift.
And I treated it like one.
“Tora, the suite is there. The door is unlocked. The sheets are warm. I’ll be patient for now because I’m in Paris.”
“And when you’re back in Tokyo?”
“You’ll know it’s over.”
“What is over?”
“Your resistance. My waiting. The space between us.”
She didn’t answer.
But her breathing had changed.
I could feel it—like heat through the phone. My blood stirred—hot, dark, thrilling.
And just like that, I saw it, a flash of her dream. Me. Bound. Licking her pussy. Begging to be free so I could fuck her the way I yearned.
I leaned against the wall, loosening the top button of my shirt with one hand while gripping the phone tighter with the other. My voice dropped even lower. “Do you want me to beg?”
Silence.
Then—a sound.
So soft.
So raw.
Her moan.
She caught it too late. Tried to breathe through it, to bury it, but it was done. She hadn’t meant for me to hear it.
But I did.
Now I knew it wasn’t just my dominance that made her wet. It was the idea of me—the Dragon—on my knees.
A grin spread across my face. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“You heard nothing.”
“I heard that, Tora.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“You moaned in the most delicious way.”
“I did not.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Oh, but you did. Somewhere deep inside, you want it. You want the Dragon to beg.”
“Kenji. . .”
“You want to hear me say please.”
Her breath hitched again.
“You want to be the only woman in the world who could ever make me bend. The only one who could look down and see me—feral, restrained, undone—begging for the taste of your pussy.”
“Mmmm.”
That one word unraveled something deep in my spine.
Fuck.
“I’d do it, you know.”
She inhaled sharply. “Do what?”
“I’d fall to my knees for you, Tora. Just once. Just for you. I’d spread your thighs with my face and stay there until you soaked every inch of me. I’d murmur how sweet you taste while you use my mouth until you forget your own name.”
Another moan.
Softer.
Needier.
“You like that image, don’t you?” I pressed. “Me. On my knees. Tongue out. Voice hoarse. Needing nothing more than your permission.”
She didn’t answer with words.
Just another breathless sound.
I exhaled into the mouthpiece, letting it wash over her like smoke and silk. “Say it.”
She was quiet, trembling at the edge.
“Say you want me to beg.”
Nothing.
Then. . .
“I want it.”
My cock throbbed and then hardened.
Fuck, Tora.
I closed my eyes and imagined it all. Her hands, in my hair. Her thighs, clamping around my head. My voice, hoarse and ragged from whispering yes, please, more.
I let that silence stretch—thick with power, dripping with lust. Then I smiled against the phone. “Good. Because next time I see you. . .”
Her whimper came, and it wrecked me.
And in that moment, I didn’t care about wars or weapons.
All I craved was her.
My Tiger.
The only one who could bring the Dragon to his knees.
"Tell me, Tora. Did you have another dream of me kneeling and licking your pussy?"
A flirtatious chuckle hit the line. "No. Not this time."
"What did you dream of?"
"A dragon kidnapping a woman and flying off with her in the sky."
My eyes shot open. I stood straighter, stunned. "Have you been reading the book?"
"I have."
"I'm surprised."
"You shouldn't be. I'm a writer. Of course I would be an obsessive bookworm."
"Do you like it?" My voice faltered, just slightly. My earlier confidence cracked. It was insane but. . .I realized I desperately wanted her to like the book.