Page 189 of The Dragon 2
The part clocking the unbothered way she leaned back in her chair, fully aware of what she’d just done. She wasn’t bluffing. She wasn’t role-playing. That glint in her eye told me everything.
Damn it.
If I moved any closer, she’d take it all away.
The dessert.
The surprise.
The reward my body was burning for.
Just to prove she could.
Just to make me fucking learn.
And fuck me, I would learn that hard lesson, because that kind of cruelty—that sharp, sensual discipline—was so damn intoxicating I could barely stand under it.
I looked at her and time slowed.
Hmmm.
I shifted my grip on the chair, stared at her, then glanced at the mystery trays on the table, and then put my view back on her.
My pride howled, yet my cock throbbed.
I sneered. “Okay.”
She watched me.
“I will sit over here.” I set the chair back down. “For now.”
She remained silent.
“However. . .remember this.” I pointed at her. “If you end up makingmebeg tonight, I will makeyouscream later.”
She widened her eyes for one second, caught herself, and then returned to that conquering energy. The transition was quick, but it was enough to let me know that I’d scared her pussy.
Good. You should be terrified.
I sat down and glanced to the right.
Deep within the shadows, I caught Hiroko beaming.
Yes. Yes. You won this round, but don’t get comfortable. . .I’m either tied with you or I’m still winning.
The only question was. . .would I continue to win or would it be my Tiger for the victory.
Chapter thirty-seven
Nirvana
Kenji
The band’s melody swirled around us into this indulgent jazz, suspending time and making the piano notes ripple.
My Tiger made me sit down.
If Hiro had seen it, he’d be cackling through his lollipop and would never let me live it down.
