Page 23 of The Dragon 2
Or better?
I wasn’t sure anymore.
I imagined kneeling in front of him, reaching out with one trembling hand, pressing my thumb to that gold rose and whispering.“Does it hurt?”
He’d probably growl, low and rough. “Not if you’re gentle, Tora.”
Gentle?
I’d be anythingbut.
My thighs clenched involuntarily, and I let out a shaky exhale.
This man is not safe.
I grinned.
He was a weapon of mass seduction and he had sent me the proof wrapped in gold and temptation. But beyond the shock and lust. . .was something deeper. Something that made my fingers pause on the screen.
Because only a man who hadsufferedwould mark himself this way. Would adorn pain with beauty. Would carry a rose at the tip of his cock—not for vanity, but as a symbol of emotion buried in shadow.
I studied that piercing with less lust and more thought.
Perhaps, that rose wasn’t just about sex or power. That little gold bloom forged through the most sensitive part of a man’s body—pierced into flesh, where pain wasn’t just possible, it was guaranteed.
There was no way it was about shock value nor attention.
That rose was intimate.
Hidden.
Meant for someoneworthyenough to see it.
To feel it.
And I realized something I hadn’t dared to wonder until now.
Wait a minute.
Maybe Kenji didn’t just want to dominate me. Perhaps, somewhere under all that power and fire and sharp-jawed ruthlessness. . .he wanted to beundonetoo.
On his knees.
In rope.
With my fingers curled in his hair and my voice telling him to beg.
He got hard from my dream. From the idea ofmesitting on a throne, ofhimkneeling, mouth open and desperate. I didn’t think that was just regular arousal. It could be his desire for a kind of surrender. Not weakness—but a craving totrustsomeone enough to fall apart.
And that someone. . .might be me.
But can I do that?
I’d never been the one to lead like that. Not in bed. Not with men. I was the soft one. The sweet one. The one who gave and gave until I broke into pieces in my own damn hands.
But Kenji wasn’t asking for my softness.
I thought back to his note in the fantasy book he’d given me.
