Page 228 of The Dragon 2
A vision too dangerous to touch.
A flame too holy to survive.
And me?
I slowly crawled to her.
What would they say if they saw me now? What would they whisper when they thought I couldn't hear?
The Dragon on his knees. . .when the most psychotic killers wept and knelt before me, begging for mercy.
When Japan was my bloodied throne.
The last time I crawled was five years ago, in a Shinjuku bathhouse littered with dead bodies. Blood and guts on tile. Steam thick with screams.
I’d been shot in both legs, barely breathing, blood pooling behind me. Still, I crawled toward a gasping Yuma—my father’s rival. The last fool who thought the Dragon could be executed.
My fingers wrapped around a shard of broken tile. Jagged. Warm from blood.
I didn’t even think.
I just crawled.
I could barely breathe, yet when I had reached him, I drove that jagged tile into his chest and carved until his ribs cracked open. I dug through cartilage, muscle, and veins. I ripped his heart out with both hands while it was still fucking beating. Held it high like a relic. Let steam rise from it while his blood painted my skin.
Hiro appeared on my side and laughed with blood still drying on his face.
Reo arrived, wounded too. He helped me up without a word.
Together, my Fangs and Claws got me to the car. I still hadn’t let go of that heart. Not until we made it to the hospital. Not until I passed out.
That was the last time I crawled.
But now?
Now I was on my knees again—no gunshot wounds, no blood trail behind me, no hunger for death and vengeance on my tongue.
Just my cock, so hard it ached.
Just my breath, shallow and broken.
Just my Tiger Queen—legs parted, pussy wet, eyes blazing with sovereign power.
And this time, the heart I would rip out and offer wouldn’t come from a corpse.It would be mine—beating, willing, and hers to destroy.
Moment by moment, my knees pressed against the marble. My palms slid against the stone. My spine curled, head down, not in shame but in devotion. Every shift of my weight sent a bolt of pressure to my hard cock.
The knees of my designer slacks were ruined.
It didn’t matter.
For one reckless, blinding second, I almost abandoned the crawl. The Dragon inside me bared its teeth, snarling at the leash.
Ragged thoughts blazed in my head.
I could take her. Right now. Lift her up. Flip that throne, tear that red leather outfit off her, and fuck her pussy raw until she screamed my name like a curse and a blessing.
I trembled with lust.
