Page 178 of The Dragon 2
Chapter thirty-four
Coaching from the Sidelines
Nyomi
This date had become a whole lot—seduction, power exchange, hoe suites, twins, and the fucking Dragon making my pussy shiver like he’d already fucked it.
Holy fuck. I thought I was prepared for this night, but I wasn’t.
Slowly, I rose, my legs unsteady beneath the red leather. The high slit suddenly felt too sharp, too revealing. The Dragon had curled around me, and now I had to figure out how to breathe without turning into ash.
I turned to face Hiroko.
And there it was—the most disapproving expression I’d ever seen on another woman’s face. She didn’t even need to speak. Her eyes said everything. Stern. Sharp. Regal. Like I’d just committed a crime against the entire sisterhood by letting thatman kiss me like he owned my mouth, my body, my damned birth certificate.
Her jaw was tight.
One brow slightly raised.
And her arms were folded in a way that screamed,I have been training you better than this.
I wanted to shrink. Or laugh. Or apologize. But I just stood there like a teenager who got caught sneaking a boy in after curfew.
And just like that, the heat in my body turned into something cooler.
Sharper.
Purposeful.
I lifted my chin.
Hiroko turned around and walked off.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I followed Hiroko, aware of Kenji’s gaze burning across my back the entire time. His stare was a tether, invisible but undeniable, dragging over my spine like a threat and an erotic promise all at once.
Hiroko didn’t say a word.
She just walked and led me out of the room, through a gilded archway, and into a private hallway lit with antique sconces.
Then she stopped.
Turned.
Closed the door behind us with a loud click.
And when she faced me, the transformation was immediate.
Gone was the poised club queen, the playful sadist. What stared back at me now was something older, deadlier, and infinitely more personal.
Less dominatrix.
More maternal assassin.
Her gaze sliced clean through the haze of lust still clinging to me. “You lost yourself.”
“I did.”
