Page 96 of King of Tides

“You can reel all that in. Tell me what you notice about them,” I say into her ear.

“Other than the fact that they’re fucking gorgeous and look like a bunch of brown anime characters whose breasts are about to pop out of their shirts?” she snaps at me.

I laugh and give her another squeeze. “Look more closely. Tell me what your supernatural eyes see.”

She turns her head up to glare at me, then looks back at the women in the room. Kenji definitely has a type when it comes to his assassins. Her description is pretty accurate.

“Wait, what’s wrong with their souls?” she says suddenly.

“Most of them don’t have one. The others have particle souls. They function because Kenji causes them to live, breathe, and function. Once you accept this life, you’re agreeing to hand over your soul to him.

“Assassins like these can’t have a conscience. They can’t have friends or families. They certainly don’t have room for love or relationships.

“These women live to serve Kenji. They will fight and die to do so.” I pause to drop a kiss against her neck. “I have no use for soulless women when I have you. They are not the reason I was going to leave you behind. I told you why.”

“You said nothing about the army of gorgeous women living here.”

“I didn’t mention the gorgeous men either. There are a few males in the ranks. Each handsome enough to turn heads. I’m sure you will appreciate them when you see them. Kenji has good taste,” I reply.

“Exactly how many women live here?”

“I’m not sure of the current occupancy, but Kenji used to keep anywhere from two hundred to two hundred and fifty assassins at any given time. This is a very large property. The dojo can house around six hundred behind its walls.”

She thinks this over and knits her brows. “He can control two hundred and fifty assassins at once?” she says in awe.

“I’m quite sure he can handle more than that. Kenji is capable of great things.”

“I see,” she murmurs and turns back to Beck and Bourne, who are being trained by a group of five assassins.

“There isn’t a single ugly one,” she mumbles as three more enter the room.

I lean in to bite her ear. “You’re fucking hot when you’re jealous. Do you feel how hard you have me?”

“How do I know you’re not lying to cover up how horny watching all these big-titty bitches are making you?”

Swiftly, I grasp the back of her hair and tug her head back. With my other hand, I pull her body back into mine with my palm splayed against her belly. Her ass is now sealed to my front.

“I can show you better than I can tell you. Do you need me to show you, Billy? Is that what you want? Do you want me to remind you that your tight little hot pussy is the only one I want?”

“Don’t you have someplace you should be?”

“Clearly, I’m needed here more. I will take Kenji’s shift,” I say and lick the shell of her ear, causing a shiver to run through her.

“Wait, I?—”

Before she can come up with an excuse, I teleport us to the room we are sharing here at the dojo. I have made a few adjustments to suit my tastes and needs for the moment.

I make both of our clothes vanish and bend Billy over in front of a mirrored vanity. I want her to see what I’m about to do to her. She needs to see how much she turns me on.

“Because I took you as a virgin, I’ve been biding my time before I took you to the next level. I haven’t fucked you my way yet. I’ve been toying with this little pussy,” I say into her ear as I finger her with one hand and fondle her nipple with the other.

“Ardan.”

“I love it when you say my name. Do you know how gorgeous you are? It would take a thousand of them to make one of you and I’d still only want you.”

I pull my hand from her dripping-wet lips and hold it up where she can see in the mirror. Her eyes grow wide when an ice cock appears in my hand. I’ve formed it in the shape of mine. Big, fat, long, and veiny.

“You want that, don’t you?” I croon in her ear. “You think that hot pussy can handle this?”

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