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 frowned. “Strategic?”
“She’s incorporating herself into your life by feeding your people. That’s more than manners. That’s love language territory. A high-level romantic gesture.”
That hit deeper than I expected. Still, I gave him a skeptical look. “Feeding you all her delicious food is loving me?”
Reo nodded. “She knows our roles. Our loyalty. She labeled the boxes by unit. The Dragon’s Roar. The Dragon’s Fangs. Minutes ago, she provided your Eyes with their boxes. Your Tiger wants to feed your inner circle. Who am I to get in her way? It is so clever. So, nurturing.”
I growled low in my throat.
“She wants us well-fed so that we can protect you,” then, Reo frowned. “But of course, if you would rather we spit on her feelings, throw her loving gesture into the trash, and go hungry—just say the word.”
“Do you know what I hate more than being verbally outmaneuvered?”
“No, Kenji. I do not.”
“People enjoying my Tiger’s food.”
“And this is a rule?”
I sneered.
“Can this rule begin tomorrow which would give us the ability to eat the bento boxes?”
“My Tiger’s macaroni and cheese is so good that you would risk my punching you in the face right now?”
“I can take a punch but I cannot get another portion of that rich macaroni and cheese anywhere in Japan.”
Pride surged through me because he was right. Nyomi’s cooking surpassed most.
I gave up, “the rule begins tomorrow.”
A sigh came from the shadowed corner. Clearly one of my Fangs were relieved to take their bento box home.
Tora. . .you cannot spoil my men.
I put my view on the huge red door. “Is she in there?”
Reo nodded. “She is.”
“Yet my Eyes are out here with you, why?”
Reo’s face turned more serious now. “Because I wanted to test something.”
“Test what?”
He gestured toward the red door. “Open it. Peek in. Then tell me if you still want your Eyes inside.”
“My Eyes are always inside.”
He shrugged. “Humor me.”
I stared at him. Reo wasn’t prone to dramatics. If he was keeping my two most trusted guards out of the room—something was worth seeing within.
Fine.
I stepped toward the red door and reached for the handle. The brass was warm. The air behind it was warmer.
I opened it just enough to slide my head in and what I saw blew my fucking mind.
The room was massive, bathed in red light and deeper shadows.
At the center stood Nyomi.
She wore a massive black cape—high-collared and regal. It swallowed her body entirely, except for one devastating detail. . .her leg. It emerged boldly from a long slit in the cape, draped in a sheer red gartered stocking that hugged her thigh.
On her foot was a diamond-studded six-inch heel. Gold glimmered along the arch. Crystals sparkled down the stiletto. That heel alone could’ve crushed a man’s ego.
Oh, Tora. I am going to fuck you.
My body vibrated at the sight because I knew that whatever was under that cape wasn’t just lingerie.
It was war and I would not be prepared to fight it.
But it wasn’t just her that stopped my breath.
It was what surrounded her.
To her right was a pile of red and black rope. Coiled and braided.
Are you going to tie me up, little Tiger? We’ll see.
I moved my gaze to the left and parted my lips in shock.
Oh. . .
A gold and black throne stood there. The legs ended in lion’s paws and the armrests curled with gold filigree.
But the seat. . .
Oh Tora… Yes.
The seat had a discreet open center padded around the rim in black leather. An actual hole for something where a cushion should be.
Directly beneath that seat’s opening was a pillowed cushion as if someone—some man—was expected to slide beneath the throne, place his head on that pillow, and stay there waiting for the person to sit on the throne.
Sit on their face.
I could see myself laying on that pillow, with my face looking up at the hole, ready to worship and serve her pussy.
Tora, if you want to sit on my face. . .just say please. . .
There were even hooks on each of the throne’s legs. Those must have been there to hold down the wrists and tether the person in place.
I knew in that moment whatever was about to happen would be unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
My cock throbbed against my pants. My chest felt hollow and full at once. For the first time in my entire fucking life, I questioned if I wanted anyone else to see me like this.
Even Arata and Itsuki.
My Eyes.
Because the truth was, I still had no idea who I would be in a moment like that.
Surely not the Dragon.
Not the man who controlled Tokyo.
I would probably be. . .Kenji.
And not even my Eyes got to see him. That version of me had remained hidden within my chest the moment my mother and Jobon died.
I put my view on Nyomi.