Page 226 of The Dragon 2

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I turned around.

That low growl hit me square in the spine.

He was looking at my ass, I didn’t even need to glance back to confirm it. His hunger pulsed behind me like heat waves, staring at the high arc of my ass, the way the bodysuit vanished between my cheeks and exposed just enough to make a king forget his crown.

I walked toward the throne and swayed my hips.

When I finally reached the throne, I turned.

Oh wow.

Kenji appeared absolutely helpless.

Utterly undone.

Like if I told him to bark, he would.

Keeping my gaze on him, I lowered myself onto the queening throne.

Fuck. It’s really about to go down. I’m finally going to feel him.

The seat carved perfectly for a goddess. Velvet red and trimmed in gold, the arms flared outward with leather loops, attached restraints. Elegant ones. Designed for wrists or thighs, depending on how filthy the game would get.

The back arched up but the real star was the opening between my thighs.

My pussy hovered right over it.

No protection.

No modesty.

Just my pussy—wet, exposed, and in command.

The slit in the bodysuit had already parted from the motion of sitting and now I could feel the air kiss the lips of my pussy.

It pulsed.

Hungry.

Slick.

I peeked down.

There was a plush black cushion set right beneath the throne’s opening. Perfect for a kneeling man to come over, lay on his back, rest his head directly under my pussy, and beg for release with his tongue.

God. I already know I’m going to be addicted to this.

I looked up.

Kenji was staring at the throne like it was a fucking altar. And my pussy? Like it was the Holy Grail.

I let him take it in.

Let him suffer.

Let him imagine the taste.

Then, I gave him my voice.

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