Page 94 of The Dragon 2
Even the Lion’s threats tasted like ash on my tongue.
Buther?
My naughty tiger?
She wrapped one word in silk and sent it across the ocean, and I was already coming undone.
It wasn’t just her voice.
It was the way she held her ground.
Refused to bend—even when she wanted to.
Still, I lowered my voice, letting it fall rough and low. “If you walked into that suite right now, I’d make you forget every reason you ever had to fight me.”
“I think that’s exactly why I’m not walking in.”
“You’re afraid?”
“No,” she whispered. “I’m tempted.”
That.
That right there.
I stilled.
My whole body tuned to the frequency of her honesty. Her confession wasn’t for control. It wasn’t for dominance. It was a gift.
And I treated it like one.
“Tora, the suite is there. The door is unlocked. The sheets are warm. I’ll be patient for now because I’m in Paris.”
“And when you’re back in Tokyo?”
“You’ll know it’s over.”
“What is over?”
“Your resistance. My waiting. The space between us.”
She didn’t answer.
But her breathing had changed.
I could feel it—like heat through the phone. My blood stirred—hot, dark, thrilling.
And just like that, I saw it, a flash of her dream. Me. Bound. Licking her pussy. Begging to be free so I could fuck her the way I yearned.
I leaned against the wall, loosening the top button of my shirt with one hand while gripping the phone tighter with the other. My voice dropped even lower. “Do you want me to beg?”
Silence.
Then—a sound.
So soft.
So raw.
