Page 217 of The Dragon 2
“Obey or leave.” I tilted my chin and dragged the cape forward, covering my entire leg.
Closing the curtain on the act he hadn’t earned.
His jaw clenched.
I glanced down at his pants.
His cock was raging against the fabric—thick, desperate, aching. He was hard enough to tear the suit off himself. Hard enough to break rules. But he didn’t move.
And that made me even wetter.
For a moment, the only sound that filled the room was of our ragged breaths.
I watched through my lashes as his gaze flickered between my eyes and my mouth, the tension in the room heightening with each fleeting look.
Then finally he spoke. “I will follow your rules, Tora.”
“That’s my good little Dragon.”
His fists clenched and I knew he was holding himself back from rushing over and fucking the shit out of me.
The heat within me rose and spread like wildfire, flushing my skin.
“However. . .you will not call me Tora in here.”
He quirked his brows.
“On the outside, I am your Tiger.”
“And on the inside?”
“I am your queen.”
Another dark groan left. “Yes, queen.”
I almost came right there. It was so lathered in divine lust and absolute submission.
Holy fuck this feels so good.
I swallowed. “Come here.”
He didn’t walk over. He prowled. Slow like a beast who already knew his prey would never ever escape him. Each step clicked softly on the marble floor.
And I stood still with my heart thundering.
The lines of him—sharp, brutal, elegant—stalked closer until he stopped exactly three feet away.
Right where I told him to.
Yet. . .he owned the space even as he obeyed and the way he looked at me made it feel likeIhad been the one summoned, not him.
Never him.
And standing there he said nothing, just stared at me with that unreadable expression.
That dragon mask.
That heat-cracked marble.
