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)
She had been silently watching me.
Swallowing, I shut the door gently and took a breath. Then and only then did I turn back to Reo.
He raised an eyebrow. “Well?”
I used to believe my Eyes could watch everything. They had seen me naked in more ways than one. They’d stood in corners like shadows while I fucked women into sobbing confessions. They watched my hands twist nipples until they begged for my mouth, watched my fingers curl deep inside slick heat while I talked dirty.
They’d seen my mouth devour clits, seen me drag my tongue over trembling inner thighs just to make women scream my name loud enough to echo through hotel floors.
They’d seen my cock disappear into tight, willing holes—wet mouths, hungry cunts, the sweet, trembling grip of a woman’s ass while I pulled her hair.
And when I came?
They’d seen that too.
My orgasm wasn’t quiet.
It was always violent.
Sometimes it ended with me growling into a neck or slapping my cum across a woman’s cheek just because I could.
My Eyes probably had that moment memorized—that twisted, pleasure-drunk expression I made right before I emptied my cock.
But tonight?
With Nyomi?
What would they see?
I exhaled. “No Eyes.”
Reo didn’t smirk. He only nodded. “I thought so.”
“But. . .” Nervousness rose within my chest. “You didn’t see her, did you?”
“I only saw the room earlier this evening.”
“But not her? Not her leg? Not the fucking cape?”
“No, Kenji. I did not see any of those things.”
Good.
Whatever Nyomi wore beneath that cape was all for me and my unraveling. The idea that someone else might see the way her pussy peeked from lace or how her nipples stood taut beneath silk. . .it filled me with a primitive, possessive rage.
Not even Reo, Arata, and Itsuki could be allowed that privilege.
I leaned my head to the side. “But. . .from just seeing the room. . .you knew I wouldn’t want my Eyes in there?”
Reo nodded. “Everyone doesn’t deserve to witness a man’s rebirth.”
Hmmm.
I pursed my lips together and studied my Roar.
Reo was right. I didn’t want witnesses nor an audience to whatever was going to happen in that room. And I definitely didn’t want a single soul to see what she had hidden beneath that cape.
Reo had always protected the Dragon and my empire.
But tonight, he protected me.
He guarded my soul.
“Thank you.”
Reo bowed. “Have a good evening.”
“I will,” I adjusted my collar, though the heat in my blood had already undone every thread of it. And with that, I opened the door and stepped inside, but two questions thundered in my head.
What if I knelt and couldn’t rise again? What if she stripped away the Dragon, touched the man beneath the blood and title, and I liked it too much to ever become the Dragon again?
Chapter forty-one
Deprogramming
Nyomi
The space trembled—or was it just my heart?
Regardless, I stood at the center of it.
A black cape draped from my shoulders. Deep blood-red satin lined it, swaying with every shift of my body.
The high collar brushed the nape of my neck and the train fanned out behind me in royal waves.
Under the cape?
Mmmm.
It turned me on just thinking about it.
The leather bodysuit clung to me like a second skin, molded over my curves with black shine and gold-threaded seams. Boning wrapped around my waist, hugged my exposed hips wide, and lifted my breasts like an offering.
My nipples pushed through cutouts, exposed to the air and craving to be bitten.
Between my thighs, was a narrow slit.
I could feel the air kiss my pussy when I shifted, teasing me.
The slit didn’t gape wide when I stood.
But when I sat. . .the slit would open fully, exposing all of my pussy.
For now, that surprise was hidden from Kenji’s gaze. He would have to earn the right to see it.
Already he had been odd.
He’d peeked in once, saw just enough to close the door again like he was catching his breath.
What was he doing out there?
Preparing to kneel, I hoped. Because if he wanted the surprise waiting for him when I sat. . .he’d better remember exactly who commanded this room.
I had only one leg peeking out through the thigh-high slit, coated in a fuck-me-hard-red stocking, sheer and gleaming.
On my feet—six inches of sharpened want. Diamond stilettos. Red soles. Weapons that sparkled and kissed.
I hadn’t stood like this by accident.
Hiroko had taught me.
She made me stand in front of a mirror earlier today—shoulders back, leg forward, chin high, mouth soft but unreadable.
“A queen doesn’t reveal all at once,” she circled me like a panther. “A queen lets the mystery walk ahead of her. Let him chase shadow before he sees skin.”
The outfit beneath the cape was locked away like a secret weapon but that single exposed leg—rich with color, height, danger—that was the promise.
The whisper of something devastating.
Hiroko called it the Tease of Control.
I thought back to minutes ago.