Page 190 of The Dragon 2
Most women would've strutted after that—cocky with victory, drunk on the power of making the Dragon obey. They would’ve smirked, flaunted it, twisted the moment into a crown.
But not Nyomi.
She didn’t gloat.
She remained humble.
I couldn’t understand why, but her calm response pushed me into a sense of awe. It wrecked me more than any swagger ever could.
But why?
Most people used respect like currency. They took it to get something.
Most women didn’t just crawl into my bed for cock. They came for the kingdom. They wanted power by proximity, wanted to sit beside me on the throne and feel the burn of my fire without getting scorched.
Even Kiko—my most trusted Ear and the one who might be carrying my twins—had delivered that news like she wanted more than a father for her children. It was clear she would expect a crown.
However, Nyomi’s attention wasn’t a transaction. No manipulation or tit-for-tat love. She wasn’t playing at true dominance either. She was offering me something more sacred.
Safety in surrender.
Fuck me, that made me want to fall to my knees andworshipher. My legs actually fucking throbbed from the possibility.
Heat spread down my spine, coiling in my thighs.
What is this. . .feeling?
I thought back to those men I would see in BDSM films, on their knees in dark leather rooms, licking the sharp heels of a woman who barely looked at them.
I used to think they were weak and pathetic.
But now. . .I knew exactly what they were worshipping.
It wasn’t the shoe.
It was her mercy.
Her attention.
The fact that she could destroy them and didn’t.
Tora. . .
Something dangerous lodged in my chest—some truth I couldn’t spit out. . .just yet. I steadied myself as she studied me. “Well. . .Tora. I am sitting.”
And then she did something that unraveled me completely.
Nyomi licked her lips.
Slow.
Intentional.
Like she already knew the ruin it would cause.
It wasn’t just a casual swipe.
No.
