Page 222 of The Dragon 2
He’d told me.
Over and over.
With gifts.
With stolen caresses.
With obsession thinly disguised as strategy.
He’d told me when he’d called mehis.When he sent for my panties halfway across the world. When he placed his chef in my kitchen and his name in my mouth.
He told me in every rule he followed and every one he planned to break.
Holy shit.
Even if I made him kneel.
Even if I made him beg.
Even if tonight ended with his sweat on my thighs and his mouth wrecked from obedience.
It wouldn’t matter.
Because Kenji Sato wasn’t the kind of man youtopped and left. He wasn’t a weekend experiment. He wasn’t a neat chapter I could close and file away. He was the kind of man who studied you down to your scent. Memorized the ache in your voice. Paid assassins to track your enemies and called it love.
He was the Dragon.
And Dragons did not release what they claimed.
A cold shiver of fear and lust rushed through me.
I took his shirt off, revealing even more.
I thought his arms had muscle but I had no idea how truly big they were.
My eyes widened.
My gaze traced the curve of his bicep—massive, inked with a screaming samurai entangled in thorned vines. There were waves crashing along his other bicep and Sakura blossoms falling down to his wrist.
My lips parted in awe.
I couldn’t even form a sentence. I just stared. How could someone be this beautiful? This terrifying? I let his shirt fall tothe floor. Thank God I didn’t show the stress storming through me, but I damn sure was losing it on the inside.
What the fuck? I need Hiroko. I am going to make HIM beg? I don’t know about that.
Hiroko’s voice cut through me like a whispered gospel.
“Remember. Don’t let his presence knock you off your throne. A dragon’s fire is only as strong as the woman who dares to breathe through the smoke.”
I took a breath, reached out and touched his chest. The moment my fingertips made contact with that warm stretch of tattooed muscle; he inhaled like I’d just branded him.
Goddamn. Mmmhmm.
His skin felt like it had been trained to seduce. Satin over stone. Heat pulsing beneath the surface in violent restraint. I slid my hand across the dragon’s ink—over the fierce curve of a wing, down the rippling rise of his pec.
He is. . .everything and more.
His chest moved with each breath but it was barely controlled.
