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We stayed on the line long after our conversation dwindled into comfortable silence. Each breath she took over the phone was a lifeline that kept me grounded and yearning for more.

I could have stayed like that for hours and hours but then she whispered. "Goodnight, Kenji."

"Goodnight, my naughty Tiger." I hung up, breathless and in no shape to go back to a space crowded with killers.

All I wanted—no, needed—was her. Every breath she gave me tonight wasn’t enough. I wanted the taste of her voice on my tongue, the heat of her body under my palms, the shudder in her spine as I took her slow and deep until her soul cracked open and let me inside.

Nyomi thought she was planning a second date, but what she was really doing was building a trap. And like a good, feral beast—I’d walk straight into it, lower to my knees, and get ready to worship.

Because she wasn’t just my obsession.

She was becoming my ruin.

And I was starving for the fall.

I might have been the Dragon but her claws were buried in my chest gripping my heart.

What is going to happen on this date?

Chapter eighteen

Fluid-Fluid

Nyomi

I hung up the phone and stared at the ceiling.

My whole body throbbed with the echo of his voice—smooth, dangerous, and addictive.

God, I wanted to fuck him.

Not date.

Not talk.

Not flirt.

Not even breathe.

Just fuck.

We barely knew each other. I had been in his space only two times and spoken to him across countries, across phone lines soaked in lust.

But even then, I knew. The Dragon wasn’t safe. He wasn’t sane. He was terrifying in a way that made my blood sing.

And I wanted him.

Not gently.

Not slowly.

I wanted to fuck Kenji Sato like I was trying to steal power from a god.

And that right there—that was why I had to be in charge of our second date.

Because if he planned it?

Oh, it would be flawless. Devastating. Silk-and-gold perfection. There would be a chauffeured car, a floor-to-ceiling suite view of Tokyo, wine from some forbidden vineyard, and probably a nude violinist plucking my hormones apart before the appetizers were served.