Page 238 of The Dragon 2
His eyes flared.
I know, Kenji. No one talks to you like that, but. . .get used to it.
He didn’t speak. His jaw flexed. A muscle twitched near his temple. I could see the war in his eyes. It was all possessive, untamed, and savage.
I let the silence stretch.
The tension between us was thick with more than lust—it held that unbearable tightrope between control and surrender, restraint and desperation.
I needed to know how far he would go. Needed to feel that truth crawl from his throat like it would destroy him not to obey me. This wasn’t about dominance anymore. Not really. It was about knowing that he would kneel for no one else. That his cock, his mouth, his hunger—all of it belonged to me.
And I. . .belonged to him too.
His nostrils flared. Jaw clenched. For a breath, he looked like he might disobey.
But then I saw it—his eyes softened.
A single breath escaped his lips as they parted.
His chest rose.
And then, the voice that came out of him was so raw it unraveled me. "Please, Queen."
Oh fuck. . .
"I want to taste your pussy.” He groaned. “Let me taste it. Let me bury my face in your pussy and stay there. Let me lose myself in your scent. Your wetness. Your power. Please."
My grip on the feather trembled.
I exhaled, hard.
I was not prepared for what it wouldfeellike to make a man like Kenji beg. Not just beg—but strip himself of titles, menace, myth. And offer me nothing but obedience.
He looked beautiful like that.
Dangerous and undone.
So high off of this new drug, I shivered. "Again."
“Again?”
“Beg.”
He blinked. "Please, Queen. Please let me taste your pussy. My cock is hard for it. I’m lost without your permission. I need to worship you with my tongue. I want to serve you so well you forget every other man that even looked at your body. Let me. Please."
My thighs tensed.
A sharp ache bloomed in my chest, spreading downward.
I was unraveling.
And I hated it.
Because I still wanted more.
I leaned forward and brushed the feather wand across my own thigh, trailing it higher until it brushed against my slit. I was soaked. I could feel the heat rising off me in waves.
He groaned.
