Page 177 of The Dragon 2
He leaned back just enough to meet my eyes. “I will not share you. I will not compromise. And I will not allow the woman I’ve chosen to ever doubt her new place in my life. . .her new place in my heart. You will be respected, but you will also not leave.”
I opened my mouth, but the words died on my tongue.
He leaned in again, raised his hand to my face and the soft drag of his knuckles trailed the underside of my jaw. “No woman, no situation, no history will ever disrespect you. I would fucking harm myself before I harmed you.”
The words hit me like a storm—fierce, wild, and unrelenting.
He ghosted his lips over mine, not quite kissing, just letting the promise of it linger like a curse. “And after this dinner. . .after we smile, toast, and pretend to be civilized? I’m going to talk to your pussy too. So she also understands.”
A soft moan left me.
His hand slid behind my neck. “I’m going to kneel in front of your pussy and I’m going to fucking devour you until the only word you remember ismine.”
His mouth crushed against my lips before I could speak. It wasn’t a kiss—it was a possession. A claiming. The kind of kiss that blurred worlds and bent gods.
His tongue swept in deep, demanding a reaction, an answer, a moan he could pull from my throat and wear like a trophy.
And I gave it to him.
Because I couldn’tnotdo it.
I fucking melted into him, one hand gripping his suit lapel, the other tangled in his silken hair. His body pressed against mine like a man starved. Like he’d been waiting for centuries to taste me and was now making up for every missed second.
There was no pretense.
No performance.
Just hunger, heat, and the quiet, devastating sound of me surrendering.
He pulled back just enough to let me breathe, and his eyes went dark with lust. “You’re mine now, Tora. Say it.”
I didn’t hesitate. “I’m yours.”
His smile was wicked and holy all at once. “Good. Because I plan to make sure you never forget it.”
Then he kissed me again, but this time Hiroko’s voice cut through the tension like a blade through silk. “Nyomi!”
I froze.
Oh shit.
The sound of her voice told me that she was right next to us.
Kenji pulled back and exhaled slowly. “Hiroko.”
His hand lingered for one more second on me before moving it away. Then he looked at Hiroko with all the regal coolness of a man used to being interrupted only by gods. “Do you need to speak to yourpupil?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Now?”
“Yes, Kenji. Now.”
Sighing, Kenji gave a faint nod. “Then by all means.”
Holy shit.
I knew I was in trouble because my panties were soaking wet and I was damn sure ready to bounce on his cock right there.
