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)
“Hmmm. You’re in my city and you think you can teach me?”
“I do.”
I leaned over and brushed my mouth along her jaw. To my shock, no clearing of Hiroko’s throat came with that either. Satisfied, I groaned. “Tell me, Tora. If I drop to my knees and put my mouth on your pussy, will your little mentor loudly clear her throat?”
Nyomi just smirked.
“Or will she just stay there in the shadows, watching us like theater?”
Nyomi didn’t blink. “Maybe she’s not in the audience. Perhaps, she’s the director of this performance.”
My cock twitched.
“Lucky for you and her, I don’t fucking care.” I growled. “Let her choreograph my ruin. I just want to taste you.”
A soft moan left Nyomi. Then, she kissed my cheek. Soft. Gentle. But absolutely lethal. “You will taste me. But not yet. Eat, Dragon. You need strength for what’s to come.”
Eat, Dragon?
I groaned at what she said and the audacity of how she said it. Never had a woman talked to me in this way. Never had a woman even thought she could control our moment together.
Nyomi was fucking toying with me and it was sweet torment. Red leather sinful torture. A Tiger pacing slowly through the flames while the Dragon begged to be devoured.
Eat, Dragon. . .
I turned my head.
In the far corner, Hiroko stood still.
One hand on her wrist.
Calm.
Controlled.
Silent.
Smiling.
Fuck.
Hiroko was enjoying it.
Part of me—twisted and dark—liked that she was.
Nyomi picked up the last piece of cornbread and slid it past my lips and the moment it touched my tongue, flavor exploded—warm, soft, sticky-sweet. But it was her fingers I craved more than the food.
So, I quickly swallowed the piece of bread and then sucked those fingers into my mouth too.
Her breath hitched.
A groan rumbled from my throat, deep and guttural.
Lust shimmered behind her lashes.
I pulled back slowly and released her fingers. “Yes, you like to feed the Dragon.”
“Only when he licks like that,” trembling, she let out a breath as if she were trying to steady herself. “There’s more food here.”
“Yet now I’m ready for your pussy.”
A wicked grin spread across her face as she pointed to the third heart-shaped tray. "These are my special Deviled eggs topped with knock-your-socks-off shrimp."
Although extremely horny, I was curious too. I picked one up and popped it into my mouth.
Oh.
Creamy.
Tangy.
Perfect levels of acid and salt.
I swallowed. "Tora. . .I would fight several men for a dozen more of these."
She laughed. “That’s exactly what Reo said.”
Shock rocked me. “What?”
“That’s what Reo said.”
I frowned. “He ate my food?”
“When we did the walk-through of course I explained that I cooked for you so when we were in the kitchen Reo looked over the food and tried some—”
“Why?”
“He said he wanted to check for poison—”
“That is not a thing.”
“What?”
“That’s not something my Roar would check for. We have someone for that.”
“Well. . .” She chuckled. “Reo came into the kitchen, made himself a plate, said he was checking for poison, and then. . .I guess he had to analyze one dish deeply because he got a second plate of that.”
“What was it?”
“I’m not telling you. It hasn’t come out yet.”
I sighed. “I bet whatever it was, it had cheese in it.”
“It did. You’ll get it soon.”
No wonder Reo had those damn sunglasses on his face. He fucking ate some of my food.
She eyed me. “I’m not getting Reo in trouble. Right?”
“There will need to be a conversation with my Roar.”
“What? You are being ridiculous. There is plenty of food. Don’t be stingy and petty.”
I picked up the other deviled egg and muttered. “Checking for poison.”
Nyomi laughed.
Surely my Roar had gotten a sniff of her amazing food and was unable to help himself from sampling. That was a big deal because Reo never had a problem with keeping himself composed. . .until apparently now.
“Please be nice to your Roar. I like him.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You do?”
“Yes.”
“Remember this. No one else ever gets to eat your food again. Not your guards. Not my Roar. Do you understand, Tora?”
“Yes, Kenji.” She blushed, and my cock throbbed.
I leaned in and kissed her cheek.
Her blush deepened. “So. . .you said you have a person that tastes your food?”
“When there are concerns about poisoning. Yes. They taste all of my dishes.”
“And what is his title? Is he the Dragon’s Tongue?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Oh shit.” She blinked. “I was right?”
“You were.”
“I’m starting to get a hang of how you are doing this. I heard Reo talk into the phone and say something about Scales needing to patrol the block one more time. Are those like your . . .lower positioned people?”
“They are.”
“So what else is there? Do you have like. . .” She considered it. “Do you have the Dragon’s Leg or the Dragon’s Ear?”
“We do have Ears, but not Legs.”
“Then, you have Eyes?”
“We do.”
“And what do your Eyes do? Is their job to. . .spy?”