Page 93 of Emperor of Wrath

“Here,” he murmurs, patting his lap.

“What?” I choke.

“Come. Here,” he growls softly, crooking his fingers again and pointing at his thighs.

My face erupts with heat as I sit on his lap. Then I shiver and gasp as he turns me around and boldly yanks me over his legs, face down.

“Kenzo!”

My eyes bulge and my breath chokes off as he grabs hold of the back of my yoga pants and yanks them down over my ass to mid-thigh with a strong jerk of his arm.

“What the fuck?—!”

I yelp as he grabs my panties, pulling them down as well. My whole world explodes, my face tingling and my body throbbing not only with shame but also a vicious need for something more.

Something dark.

I tremble, feeling intensely exposed and vulnerable.

I’ve felt like this before. But this time is different. This time, it’s not a weapon being used against me, to torture me and to keep me in place.

This time, there’s something weirdly freeing about what he’s doing. What he’s allowing to blossom inside me.

What he’s unlocking from deep in my psyche.

He-who-will-not-be-named was a monster. His intentions were vile and corrupt. Kenzo might be a dick, maybe even a little psychotic. We might be enemies.

But he’s not a monster.

So when his hand slides up the back of my thigh and over my ass, I don’t flinch or crawl in on myself. I don’t block it out or retreat.

I embrace it.

I breathe it in.

I let the heat of his touch and the scorch of his gaze melt into my skin and set me ablaze.

Kenzo’s big hand grabs one of my ass cheeks. My face throbs with embarrassment when he spreads me wide open, and I feel cool air against the slickness between my thighs.

“What…” My voice is shaky. “What are you?—”

“Whatever I want, princess,” he growls. “Don’t forget, you’re my wife. You’re mine—all of you. Including,” he murmurs, “this pretty little pussy.”

His hand slides between my thighs, and I bite back a moan when one of his fingers teasingly drags up my lips.

“Isn’t that right,” he says quietly.

“I—I?—”

“Say it.”

I defiantly shake my head.

“SAY it,” he growls.

I pause. “I-it’s yours,” I finally mumble, heat pulsing in my face.

Kenzo chuckles darkly. “What is.”

---