Page 185 of The Dragon 2

Whatever Hiroko had said in her ear had not just gotten into her head—it had taken root.

And bloomed.

Her rhythm was slower now, as if she were a predator prowling within tall grass.

Lustily lethal.

Sexually sinister.

Confident in her erotic kill.

That red leather dress clung to her curves. The bottom sensuously flowed out, swaying with her stride and causing the slit to seductively reveal that thigh with each step.

So unbearably tantalizing.

Too lush for fucking words.

My hand flexed on the table’s edge as I straightened my spine.

Okay. . .My Tiger does have her weapons that she can use too. . .

I held my breath, not because I needed to, but because the beast beneath my designer suit recognized that this wasn’t the same woman who had kissed me earlier.

No.

This was the version of her Hiroko had unshackled. And for one brutal second. . .I didn’t feel like the predator in the room.

I felt like prey.

Cornered.

Pulsing.

Hard.

My cock pressed—thick and insistent—against my zipper was,a betrayal I couldn't hide. I shifted, adjusting my leg beneath the table like it would help, but it only made the ache sharper.

She hadn't even touched me.

What the fuck is this?

I should have risen, grabbed her arms, and shoved her against the wall, reminding her who the beast in the room really was.

But all I could do was sit there.

When Nyomi arrived at the table, she didn’t sit nor look at me right away. She let the silence announce her before her gaze did. The slit in her dress teased her thigh.

I stifled a groan, not wanting her to know how badly she had me reacting.

When her eyes finally met mine, something feral in me stirred.

Okay.She thinks this is her table now.

My cock twitched. I nearly growled. Nearly bared teeth. Instead, I swallowed the snarl and let the heat climb my chest.

She was testing me and marking territory without a word.

Already, I could taste the lesson Hiroko had poured into her. It damn near clung to Nyomi’s body like perfume, laced in the way she held her chin higher, her shoulders back, her lips parting just slightly—not to speak, but toownthe space between us.