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)
“No. We will not be in that suite, but you will be begging by the end of the evening.”
My body hummed. "You're going to destroy me, Tora."
"Only if you let me."
I licked my lips.
“So. . .”
“Yes, Tora?”
“Did you get my panties?”
“I did and I jacked off with them.”
She shrieked.
Lust stirred through me. “I may send a courier to get the panties you are wearing now.”
“Don’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because the next time, I want you to take off my panties yourself.”
A low groan left me.
Her words electrified the air between us, even though we were separated by vast oceans and time zones.
“Tora, you say you’re not mine, then you say things that will have me trapping you to me forever. I would tell you to be careful, but it is too late for that.”
“I’m starting to see that fact. . .”
We stayed on the line long after our conversation dwindled into comfortable silence. Each breath she took over the phone was a lifeline that kept me grounded and yearning for more.
I could have stayed like that for hours and hours but then she whispered. "Goodnight, Kenji."
"Goodnight, my naughty Tiger." I hung up, breathless and in no shape to go back to a space crowded with killers.
All I wanted—no, needed—was her. Every breath she gave me tonight wasn’t enough. I wanted the taste of her voice on my tongue, the heat of her body under my palms, the shudder in her spine as I took her slow and deep until her soul cracked open and let me inside.
Nyomi thought she was planning a second date, but what she was really doing was building a trap. And like a good, feral beast—I’d walk straight into it, lower to my knees, and get ready to worship.
Because she wasn’t just my obsession.
She was becoming my ruin.
And I was starving for the fall.
I might have been the Dragon but her claws were buried in my chest gripping my heart.
What is going to happen on this date?
Chapter eighteen
Fluid-Fluid
Nyomi
I hung up the phone and stared at the ceiling.
My whole body throbbed with the echo of his voice—smooth, dangerous, and addictive.
God, I wanted to fuck him.
Not date.
Not talk.
Not flirt.
Not even breathe.
Just fuck.
We barely knew each other. I had been in his space only two times and spoken to him across countries, across phone lines soaked in lust.
But even then, I knew. The Dragon wasn’t safe. He wasn’t sane. He was terrifying in a way that made my blood sing.
And I wanted him.
Not gently.
Not slowly.
I wanted to fuck Kenji Sato like I was trying to steal power from a god.
And that right there—that was why I had to be in charge of our second date.
Because if he planned it?
Oh, it would be flawless. Devastating. Silk-and-gold perfection. There would be a chauffeured car, a floor-to-ceiling suite view of Tokyo, wine from some forbidden vineyard, and probably a nude violinist plucking my hormones apart before the appetizers were served.
And me?
I’d be on my knees, sucking him off before the entrees showed up. Not because he demanded it, but because I already wanted to.
That’s how good he was.
In that moment, my thighs pressed together on instinct. A slow, hot ache curled low in my belly as I imagined him again—tongue out, voice hoarse, needing me. I brushed a hand down my side. It was the lightest graze over my hip. I shivered.
Kenji is so damn smooth; I would trip over my own morals if I weren’t careful.
So, I needed control.
Not to play games.
But to understand him.
I wanted to learn the man behind the rose-pierced cock, the one who whispered death in one sentence and poetry in the next. Because the truth was—I wanted to fuck him so bad it made my teeth ache. But if I was going to surrender to that kind of hunger, I had to know what kind of cage I was stepping into.
More than that... I wanted to explore the power between us.
The image of him begging still glowed behind my eyelids.
Kenji—kneeling.
Kenji—tied.
Kenji—licking me because his soul depended on it.
My body hummed with the possibility. My nipples tightened under the fabric of my shirt.
I craved to touch his power and then—I wanted to make it tremble.
That’s what tomorrow night would be.
Our second date.
A trap I would build with honey and hunger.
But first, I needed help.
I climbed off the futon, still buzzing from our call. My laptop sat on the table next to the fantasy book Kenji had given me. The cover shimmered in the morning light.
I called out. “Zo, are you finished dressing yet?!”
“You think it takes minutes to turn myself into a fashion immortal?”
I rolled my eyes. “Is that a yes or no?”
“Give me five minutes.”
Zo was going to show me Tokyo and help me brainstorm the second date. He would be a big help because he knew people around here. He’d laughed with Tokyo legends and danced with divas. He could get us in almost anywhere.