Page 188 of The Dragon 2

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I paused with the chair heavy in my hand.

Is she commanding me?

I tested it and took another step forward.

She said nothing. Just stared at me with that fucking goddess silence.

So. . .is she. . .okay with me coming over to her now?

Still holding the chair, I took another step.

“A good Dragon does what he is told so that he can get dessert and a delicious surprise afterwards.” Then she licked her bottom lip.

Slow.

Wet.

Sensual.

I stood there like an idiot with the chair in my hand and my mind unraveling.

Mmmm.

My body screamed to move forward. My pride screamed to resist. My heart said don’t go too far. Meanwhile, my cock throbbed at the wordsurprise.

Fuck me.

The air thickened.

My cock twitched.

I didn’t like this.

Correction.

I didn’twantto like this.

But I did.

“Tora.” I swallowed and narrowed my eyes. “What is the. . .surprise?”

She said nothing.

Just smirked.

And somehow. . .that was worse than any threat she could have whispered. Worse than if she had screamed. Her silence was honey-laced steel. It wrapped around my throat, pressed into my ribs, and tightened like a velvet noose.

I stood there with the chair in my hand like a fool—a man undone by a woman who hadn't even touched him.

And in that moment, I felt it.

The war inside me.

The Dragon wanted to step forward. To drop the chair, grab her by the jaw, kiss her until she whimpered, and remind her—you don’t leash fire, you worship it.

But then there was the other part.

The part watching her lips.

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