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We returned to the dining space, right as the waitresses glided out with silver trays balanced in elegant choreography.
Entrée time.
I strolled back over, watching Kenji. He hadn’t realized I had returned to the space. His gaze was on that food and his mouth was open in shock and his entire posture shifted with anticipation, like an eager boy waiting for a birthday gift.
I thought about Hiroko’s words.
You’re the feast he didn’t know he would starve for.
I held my head high.
But could I really do this?
Take control of a man like him. . .a man who didn’t bend, didn’t bow. A man who would only kneel when he’s plotting to devour you?
I can do it. I can get control.
I just prayed I was right.
Chapter thirty-five
Game On
Kenji
The jazz band played low and slow—horn breathing, bass humming, and the saxophone singing sorrowful, but sweet notes.
What is Hiroko telling my Tiger?
All I knew was that earlier I had been devouring Nyomi’s mouth and was close to having my hands between her thighs, finger fucking her pussy until she orgasmed. Next minute, Hiroko appeared, stopped it, and then dragged Nyomi away.
I watched the shadowed archway where they disappeared, the soft click of the door sealing them inside for some private counsel.
My jaw ticked.
My fingers tapped against the stem of my glass.
Careful, Hiroko. I will kneel for my Tiger, but she will never dominate me.
My pulse slowed to a deadly rhythm.
What the fuck is she saying in there? Is she coaching her? Plotting? Teaching her how to control me?
This was turning into a fucking serious game.
No.
A blood sport.
The only problem for them was that I never walked away from a challenge.
Whatever Hiroko whispered behind that door I would undo it.
No.
I wouldunmake it.
While I would be fine with kneeling for my Tiger every now and then, there would be limits.
