Page 25 of The Dragon 2

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From a picture.

What would happen when it was real?

When that cock—pierced and proud—slid into my pussy and pressed into my softness with that brutal gentleness only he seemed to master?

Would I sob?

Would I come undone the way I had in the dream?

Would I even survive it?

“Holy shit,” I stared at the screen like it held my fate.

From the bathroom, Zo’s humming turned to singing. "Love and happiness. . ."

I laughed softly to myself and clutched the phone to my chest like it could stop my heart from pounding so hard.

Kenji Sato had ruined me.

Even from thousands of miles away.

Even through glass and pixels and forbidden timing.

And I hadn’t eventouchedhim yet.

What would happen when I finally did?

When his cock was inside me and his hands were on my waist and his voice was growling in my ear. “Now you’re mine, Tora.”

That thought?

That thought made everything inside me clench with heat even more.

This man was dangerous.

To my heart.

My sanity.

My control.

But the worst part?

I wanted to lose.

To hand it all over.

To kneel before him like he had knelt for me in that dream and whisper, “Break me open. Make me bloom.”

Because he wasn’t just a dragon.

He wasmyDragon.

And once I did that. . .I would fucking make him kneel for me.

Now all I had to think about was. . .how would I respond.

Chapter four

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