Page 182 of The Dragon 2
I blinked. “What?”
Her expression turned serious again. “His statement is an extraordinary thing. But it is not an easy one. You must now move like a queen. Not a regular woman. No more trembling in his hold.”
“Okay.” This thrilling desire surged through me. “God. . .this is getting addictive.”
“Don’t get high off that yet, because there is a reason why I had to take you to the side. Why did I do that again?”
“I got lost in him.”
“And you let him take the lead too long. You forgot what I taught you. That softness should be offered, not stolen by his words or his mouth.”
“He was just. . .so intense.”
“Dragons are always intense. That is their nature. But you’re not here to be prey, Nyomi. You’re here to be his match. Do not waste my time. I’ve seen too many women lose themselves in dangerous men.”
I nodded.
“Do you think you’re an imposter?” She narrowed her eyes. “Are you wondering if you belong at that table? Are you thinking you may not be enough for this firestorm of a man?”
I didn’t respond.
She raised her hand and took my chin in her fingers. “Let me be very clear. You are not some passing meal for Kenji Sato. You are thefeasthe didn’t know he would starve for. But if you don’t believe that, then he will turn your insecurity into his throne and I can go home and read a book.”
“When I return to the table. . .how do I regain control?”
“Mirror him. Not his dominance, but his intensity. Make your softness sharper. Make your gentleness the weapon.”
I breathed out.
A small shiver rippled through me as my head spun with all this information. I wished she’d offered this as a course so I could take time with all her statements and study them.
Then she leaned in and whispered. “That kneel he keeps dancing around? The devotion he’s offering you like a gift? It might be real, but it might also be the first step of your imprisonment. Be very careful. Sometimes a Dragon kneels not in surrender, but to lower your defenses before he strikes.”
My chest tightened.
“Take control. Can you do this?”
“This is a lot.”
“But can you do this?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” She adjusted the bodice of my corset slightly and looked at me like I was a soldier going back to war. “Then, make him beg to survive this night.”
“Alright.”
“Get through the entrée and to the dessert. We have dragged this out long enough.”
“You’re right.”
“And once we get him upstairs. Be prepared.”
“Fuck.”
“Fuck is right, Nyomi.” She walked off.
I followed.
