Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 104141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
A quiet laugh almost broke from my chest before I caught it.
Naughty Tiger. What are you plotting? Issuing orders in my house that even my staff followed over me.
I should have corrected it, but I let it pass. I wanted them to respect her, and she’d clearly gained their loyalty all on her own.
I went to her office and looked inside. She was not there. Yet, a massive cage sat inside.
What the fuck is this?
I went up to it. The cage’s door was open.
Who had been inside it?
Her amber-plum scent hung in the air. I went to her desk and touched the back of her chair. It was still warm.
Where the fuck is she?
Her guard answered when I called and said she was in our bedroom waiting for me.
I went there immediately and saw that yet again she was not there either. I sneered and fisted my free hand.
What the fuck?!
Rage blazed through me.
Why would they say that she’s here, if. . .
Then I noticed something on the bed. Laid out across the black cover was a dazzling tuxedo done in this luxurious black.
Tora. . .did you tell your guards to get me here?
I walked over and set my mother’s book down. That was when I spotted the large note next to the tuxedo.
It was thick card stock and cream-colored. The handwriting was unhurried.
I could see her writing this—bent over her desk, her breasts hanging forward, and her throat exposed.
I wanted my mouth on that throat.
Biting it.
Tasting her blood.
I wanted to feel her pulse jump under my tongue.
My teeth.
I wanted my cock so deep inside her that she couldn't remember the shape of a world without me in it.
She must have known that if I caught her today. . .she’d be bouncing on my cock instead of finishing plans for this party.
I looked at the card again.
To the Dragon.
Grinning, I picked the card up and turned it over.
I dressed you tonight because I wanted my hands on you before anyone else got the chance.
Consider it foreplay.
Every button you close.
Every cuff you fasten.
Every inch of fabric touching your skin. . .that's me.
Touching you.
Yearning for you.
Get dressed.
Now.
Love, your Heart
I brought the card to my nose and inhaled black amber and ripe plum.
My cock stiffened so fast it ached, just from her scent on paper.
Naughty Tiger.
I inhaled it again and then prepared to get ready.
What do you have in store for us tonight?
Chapter seven
Dragon and Tiger Entwined
Kenji
Once dressed, I didn't recognize myself.
The mirror showed a man wrapped in black wool and silk. Gold beading outlined the lapels. The jacket sat tight across my shoulders. The fabric was so fine it moved like water when I shifted.
Dragon cufflinks glinted at my wrists— fourteen-karat gold with scales so precise I could feel the ridges under my thumbs. It was the sort of detail that would make me destroy my Tiger’s pussy this evening.
Mmmm.
For the left lapel, she’d provided a pin of a dragon entwined with a tiger. The dragon coiled in a fluid spiral. Its long body formed the base of the piece. Its head was arched forward with sharp fangs bared. Tiny rubies served as its eyes.
The tiger curved around the dragon. Muscles sculpted. Stripes rendered in thin lines of gold. Its gaze rested on the dragon.
Tora. . .
I turned and checked out more of the outfit in the mirror.
You’re going to make an excellent wife.
The trousers broke clean over my shoes. The shirt beneath was collarless, exposing the inked dragon's tail that wound up from my ribs and curled just beneath my collarbone.
I like how you dress me. Perhaps, this will be your job.
For some reason, my mind went to my Personal Scales. Yuki used to pick and put on my shirts. Hina would manage the shoes, always kneeling without being asked. And Mami. . .
No.
I shut the memory down before her face could fully form. But her name dragged Sako's with it, and for a half-second I smelled smoke and the odor of burning bodies.
Mami had betrayed me with Sako—my house steward and childhood friend. Two people who'd lived inside the walls of my trust, who'd eaten at tables I'd built for them, and who'd sold me to my father like I was cargo to be redirected.
I burned them alive along with their families and I would never allow myself to lose sleep over it.
Some betrayals didn't leave room for mercy.
Days ago, Reo had sent Yuki and Hina to London. My Roar knew that their faces would keep bringing up unwanted memories.
Hina would finish her degree, which would let her live independently of me one day. Yuki had just enrolled in college and hopefully would figure out her future path.
I'd wanted to cut them loose entirely and wipe the ledger of them out of my life for good.
But my mother's voice sat in my brain. She would have been furious if I’d easily let them go. The Fox had taken those girls when they were children, forced them into servitude for me, and shaped their entire lives around the duty of dressing, feeding, and keeping me comfortable.