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 sat.
Closer than necessary.
So close our legs brushed beneath the table, and the scent of her—black amber and ripe plum—curled into my heart.
But before Nyomi could speak again, a chill slithered up my spine.
I turned my head just enough to glance back—toward the shadows near the far wall.
Hiroko stood there, still, silent, and watching.
Her hands were delicately folded in front of her kimono. Her expression said everything: You’re ruining the performance. You’re not playing your role.
And maybe I wasn’t because I knew now that she wasn’t here just to supervise.
Hiroko was here to guide Nyomi and help my Tiger tame the Dragon.
This whole night was carefully orchestrated powerplay and I was meant to be the one kneeling by the end of it.
The only problem was. . .I would never be an easy king to uncrown.
Nyomi shifted slightly beside me and crossed her legs.
The movement was casual—graceful, even—but the slit of her red leather gown parted wider as she did it, exposing a long stretch of thigh that gleamed like polished copper.
So smooth and sinful.
I stared.
Not politely.
Not discreetly.
Like a man who’d just discovered gold hidden in plain sight.
Her skin called to me, the way wine calls to the parched, or blood calls to wolves.
My breath slowed.
Unable to help myself, I moved my hand to that sexy thigh and brushed my fingertips along her warm skin.
She bit her lip.
I let my thumb stroke upward along the inner ridge of her thigh, just enough to tell her, I know what you’ve done tonight, and I plan to reward—or punish—you for it later.
She shivered. "You didn’t like your spot on the other side of the table?"
“It was too far away from you.” I began to slip my fingers further up.
A throat cleared softly across the room, and it was as sharp as a blade cloaked in lace.
Hiroko.
Silent, Nyomi reached down with elegant fingers, took my hand, and gently moved it.
To my utter disbelief, my fingers were on the damned table seconds later.
I should have been pissed, but my cock jumped at her touch and wordless authority.
Fuck.
Even if it was Hiroko’s command, there was something about Nyomi elegantly owning the moment that set fire to every nerve in my body.
The brush of her fingers stayed on my skin long after she’d pulled away.
My breath caught in my throat as I wondered how the hell was she touching me less, yet making me feel more?
I glanced toward Hiroko, who stood poised and pleased in the shadows.
You think you’ve won this round, don’t you?
I trembled in lust.
Fine. You did. Take this little win. There won’t be any more.
Chapter twenty-eight
Bite by Bite
Kenji
I didn’t mean to kiss my Tiger.
Not then.
Not yet.
But something in the way she tilted her chin at me—so sure, so smug—called to the part of me that refused to kneel. . .and the deeper part that secretly craved the fall.
I took her mouth.
No warning.
My fingers gripped her jaw and I devoured.
So soft. So fucking mine.
Startled, yet just as horny as me, Nyomi moaned into my mouth.
Her lips were wet velvet.
Sweet heat.
Her tongue met my rhythm.
Groaning, my hands slid down to her waist, over that blood-red leather, and tugged her closer.
She didn’t stop me.
She leaned in, meeting me with fire.
The kiss turned molten—open-mouthed, breath-stealing, dangerous.
Fuck yes, Tora.
I dragged my lips across her cheek, then down to her neck, tasting her skin.
She arched.
My tongue slid down the curve of her throat.
Lower.
Then to where the red leather dipped.
The swell of her breasts glimmered close to my mouth, and I kissed along the top of one.
Soft.
Slow.
Worship turned into hunger.
And just as my mouth lowered to pull down that dress and suck in her nipples, a throat cleared.
I didn’t even lift my head right away. Instead, I smirked against her skin and let my lips linger on that soft curve.
Nyomi began to raise her hands.
Yes. Yes. I know. Let’s take it slow.
I lifted my view and brushed my mouth along her collarbone.
Satisfied with my little bit of obeying, Nyomi lowered her hands.
I didn’t look toward the shadows where Hiroko stood, watching. Didn’t need to. I could feel her quiet satisfaction humming across the walls louder than the jazz band.
“Hmmm.” I leaned in my mouth grazing Nyomi’s ear. “Tora, let me ask you a question.”
Her voice was shaky. “Go ahead.”
“Are you going to be comfortable with me fucking you in front of your little mentor?”
Her breath caught, but she didn’t flinch.
Didn’t falter.
Instead, she turned her face toward mine with the calm of a crowned queen. “Are you going to be comfortable with getting on your knees in front of her. . .and licking my pussy until I cum?”
My lips parted without my doing.
My heart stuttered.
My cock pulsed so hard, it hurt.
Fuccccckkkk.
The heat that washed through me was violent. Shattering. So sudden it bordered on pain.
I clenched my jaw to keep from groaning. Every part of me went tight, needy, trembling on the edge of something dark and fucking devastating.