Page 91 of Emperor of Wrath

I swallow. “I don’t know why we need to?—”

“Every human has them,” Kenzo says evenly. “We’re married, so we should discuss them.” His lips curl up coyly. “What, for example, are your kinks.”

I stammer, flustered. “Kinks? I—I don’t…” I catch my breath. “I don’t have any.”

Kenzo snorts. “Everyone does. Do you enjoy sex?”

My face tingles.

“It would appear you do,” he purrs. “But I’d like to make sure.”

I mean, I do now. I didn’t, for the years I was under his control. After that, I just…didn’t have it. Ever.

Until I did, with this man standing in front of me.

I could guess,” Kenzo goes on. “And you could just tell me yes or no. Or even just give a thumbs up or thumbs down?—”

“Jesus, are we seriously doing this?” I blurt, standing and crossing to the far side of the conference room.

“We’re married, princess,” he growls quietly as he takes a seat at one of the conference table chairs. “We should know where the boundaries lie.” His lips turn up in a wicked smile. “Or indeed if there are any boundaries.”

I shiver as his dark eyes stab into me.

“You did mention something about not being able to rape the willing…”

My eyes widen as fire erupts across my face. “That?—”

“So maybe it’s a rape kink,” he growls.

Forbidden heat creeps up my spine and throbs in my core.

“Consensual non-consent, as they’re calling it these days.”

When I don’t answer—because I don’t trust myself to speak—he just smiles.

“I’ll take that as a maybe. How about bondage.”

“I don’t want to talk about?—”

“Ah, also a maybe,” he says calmly.

I glare at him. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t say no, either.”

My lips purse. “Okay, no. No bondage,” I mumble, completely unconvincingly.

“Final answer?”

I bite my lip. Kenzo smirks.

“Staying on the maybe list, then.”

“What about you?” I snap back. “What gets you going? Mommy issues?”

He looks amused. “Low blow, but no.”

“Fisting?” I blurt, going for the weirdest shit I can think of. “Pissing on people?”

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