Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Zen masters called it Mushin.
無心.
No-mind.
The highest state a warrior could reach. The place where the self-dissolved and only presence remained.
I'd spent years trying to find it through violence, through control, through being the Dragon. Through running an empire that stretched across three continents and making decisions that ended lives before breakfast.
But, my Tiger with a fire wand put me there in minutes.
I reached the warrior's ultimate state through surrender.
Slowly, Nyomi came closer and moved her hands to the straps of her top.
“Mmmm.”
She grinned.
“Take it off, Tora.”
“Say please, Dragon.”
“Please.” I licked my lips. “I’ll give you anything.”
She obeyed, yet the motion was unhurried. There was grace in the way she moved, a confidence that didn’t ask permission yet offered reassurance all the same.
And as the moment deepened, I felt it clearly. . .that the most intoxicating thing between us wasn’t what would be revealed, but the shared knowledge that we were already there together.
"Tora." My voice came out wrecked and ruined. "Let me go."
She didn't answer.
Her fingers found the first buckle on her top and worked it open.
"Let me go." I pulled against the restraints. "Take off the restraints."
"No."
“Please.”
“No.”
Through my horny daze, I sneered.
"I'm still in control, Dragon." The second buckle came undone and the leather loosened across her chest.
“Fuck yeah.” I yanked at the leather. It bit into my wrists and held firm. I wasn't going anywhere. "I'm about to fucking break through—"
"Maybe you will. Maybe you won't. But I’m definitely going to have my fun at my pace either way."
A growl rolled out of my chest.
Low.
Dangerous.
The sound of a predator who had been caged too long.
She smiled. “And there he is.”
I raised my eyebrows.
She lifted her view behind me. “Your dragon-shadow.”
I widened my eyes and for some reason. . .her seeing him calmed me. “He’s here?”
“Yes. Roaring at me.”
“You should listen to him.”
“I should, but I won’t.” The third buckle released and the top completely fell away from her body and dropped to the floor.
“Yes, Tora.”
Her breasts spilled free—full, heavy, her dark nipples hard and pointing at me.
"Tora, bring those pretty titties to my mouth. Right now." I strained forward. "Let me suck on those nipples. Let me bite them until you scream my name."
“No.”
I sneered and wrenched at the restraints. “You should be afraid.”
“But I’m not.”
“The more you torture me like this the more—”
“You will wait for this pussy. You will beg.”
I tensed.
“But you will not threaten me or I will leave you right here, and you’ll have to run around the island searching for me.”
The image hit me before I could stop it.
Her walking out of the tea house.
The door sliding shut. Her bare feet on the stone path, disappearing into the dark with that wicked smile still on her face.
And me.
Tearing through the leather restraints like paper. Ripping them off my wrists and ankles, launching off the slab, and bursting through the tea house door with my cock still hard, still leaking, still straining through what was left of the torn shorts.
I'd sprint across the compound in the moonlight, if necessary.
Barefoot.
Bare-chested.
My cock swinging like a war flag.
The Fangs outside the tea house would see me first. Grown men, trained killers, loyal soldiers who had watched me execute rivals without blinking—and they would freeze.
Mouths open.
Eyes wide.
Guns lowering because what exactly do you do when the Dragon runs past you at full speed with an erection that could cut glass?
Reo would hear about it within minutes. Someone would wake him. He'd sit up in bed, broken ribs and all, drugged and groggy, and one of the Fangs would radio in: "Sir, the Dragon is. . .running."
"Running where?"
"Everywhere, sir and he is. . .partially clothed?"
Reo would wish the painkillers would put him under faster so he would have the excuse to not deal with me.
Word would spread across the island by morning. The kitchen staff would whisper about it over breakfast. The gardeners would pretend they didn't see anything. By noon, every person on the island would know that the Dragon had lost his mind chasing his Tiger through the dark with his cock out.
And still. . .
I would do it.
That was the terrifying part.
I would absolutely do it.
I looked at her and frowned. "I'll behave."
“Good.” Her hands moved to her hips. To the leather panties that hugged her curves. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband and started to slide them down. “Good dragons get pussy.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.”
Inch by inch, she revealed the smooth skin of her lower belly, the curve of her hips, and that sexy pussy.
I almost stopped breathing.
There it was making me crazy like I hadn’t seen it before.
Bare.
Glistening.
Wet.
She was dripping for me.
I could see the slick shine of her arousal coating her inner thighs.
She wanted this as badly as I did. She was just better at hiding it. The panties dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them.