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)
So unbearably tantalizing.
Too lush for fucking words.
My hand flexed on the table’s edge as I straightened my spine.
Okay. . .My Tiger does have her weapons that she can use too. . .
I held my breath, not because I needed to, but because the beast beneath my designer suit recognized that this wasn’t the same woman who had kissed me earlier.
No.
This was the version of her Hiroko had unshackled. And for one brutal second. . .I didn’t feel like the predator in the room.
I felt like prey.
Cornered.
Pulsing.
Hard.
My cock pressed—thick and insistent—against my zipper was, a betrayal I couldn't hide. I shifted, adjusting my leg beneath the table like it would help, but it only made the ache sharper.
She hadn't even touched me.
What the fuck is this?
I should have risen, grabbed her arms, and shoved her against the wall, reminding her who the beast in the room really was.
But all I could do was sit there.
When Nyomi arrived at the table, she didn’t sit nor look at me right away. She let the silence announce her before her gaze did. The slit in her dress teased her thigh.
I stifled a groan, not wanting her to know how badly she had me reacting.
When her eyes finally met mine, something feral in me stirred.
Okay. She thinks this is her table now.
My cock twitched. I nearly growled. Nearly bared teeth. Instead, I swallowed the snarl and let the heat climb my chest.
She was testing me and marking territory without a word.
Already, I could taste the lesson Hiroko had poured into her. It damn near clung to Nyomi’s body like perfume, laced in the way she held her chin higher, her shoulders back, her lips parting just slightly—not to speak, but to own the space between us.
Oh, Tora. Whatever you think you’ve learned, whatever you think you’ve become—I promise you, I will break it apart and rebuild it in my mouth.
My Tiger yearned to test her teeth on me, and I just wanted to spend the next few days fucking her senseless. I still had a city to conquer before the week was done—and a father to kill.
I watched her, ready to find any weakness and devour it, but. . .I didn’t find one just yet.
Hmmm.
Standing over me. . .she was magnificent. A woman in full command of her shadow. A seductress without needing seduction.
And if I was being honest with myself. . .part of me yearned to be devoured by this new version of her, so much so that. . .I didn’t speak.
Didn’t dare.
Even beasts must choose when to roar.
Plus, she had returned to play.
My move or yours, Tora. Who goes first?
Chapter thirty-six
A Tiger’s Teeth
Kenji
The fire inside me flickered, growing hotter.
A wicked smile spread across my face. “Welcome back, Tora. Were you in trouble with the teacher? Did you get a spanking?”
I probably shouldn’t have said that, because instantly that very image slammed into my mind.
Nyomi.
Naked.
Bent over one of these velvet-lined chairs, her back arched, her hips tilted just right with that decadent curvy ass high and trembling.
And Hiroko behind her, poised like a sadist sculptor, holding a sleek black leather paddle in one gloved hand.
I could see the hard smack of the paddle against my Tiger’s ass. Those cheeks jiggling. I could hear the gasps from Nyomi’s parted lips.
A single red mark blooming across her dark brown skin.
And fuck me, I would have happily loved to watch. I would have paid a lot of money to sit in the shadows with my cock in hand.
Hard.
Aching.
Slick.
Barely stroking, not even needing to move much—because the sight of Nyomi surrendering like that, but still keeping her fire, her fight, her Tiger pride. . .would be enough to undo me.
My heart kicked.
I blinked.
Meanwhile, Nyomi still had not sat down.
What is she doing?
Right when I was about to ask, she gracefully grabbed the chair that was next to me, picked it up, and carried it across to the other side of the table.
Excuse me?
I raised my eyebrows. “What are you doing?”
Silent, Nyomi lowered into the chair and gave me a warm, anchored smile.
But with that distance between us. . .she might as well have been back in New York.
Too far.
Too untouchable.
Too fucking smug with that quiet smile and that queen’s posture like she knew exactly what she was doing.
I clenched the edge of the table hard.
She was just out of arm’s reach—just far enough that I couldn’t snatch her wrist, couldn’t yank her down into my lap, couldn’t crush my mouth to hers and remind her what happens when the Dragon stops being patient.
I hated it.
I wanted her close.
So close, her perfume choked my breath.
So close, I could bury my fingers in her curls and taste her thoughts.
So close, I could murmur threats and promises against her throat and feel delicious shivers run down her spine in real time.
I frowned.