Page 254 of The Dragon 2

“What?”

He didn’t even look at me as he yanked up his pants and zipped them. “Someone has to pay for disrupting our date, Tora.”

I gulped.

He was going to kill someone or a lot of someones.

Is this my life now?

I didn’t even have time to think too deeply about it. My instincts screamed to move, to be ready, to get the hell out of here. I bent slightly, trying to take off my heels, bracing for chaos.

His voice sliced across the space like a whip. “Don’t take off those heels.”

I looked up.

He sneered. “Keep them on. . .please.”

“Kenji,” I kept my tone steady. “If we have to run, I can’t do it in heels—”

“Run?” He quirked his brows. “Who?”

“I’m just saying—”

“No one’s going to make us run, Tora.” He buttoned his pants, turned back toward the door, and stormed off. “Please keep the heels on. . .Queen.”

And with that, he got to the door, walked out, and quietly shut it behind him.

I stood there breathless, trembling in heels slick with arousal, legs still unsteady from being fucked against the wall. And mypussy was very. . .very. . .sore. Like. . .it would be uncomfortable walking sore.

What the fuck is he going to do?

The Dragon was gone.

But his fury lingered.

So did his heat.

And somewhere beyond that door. . .men were going to die. . .

With my aching pussy, I stumbled toward the throne, picked up the cape, and covered myself with it.

What the hell is going on?

It was all insanity, but I did everything I could to keep myself calm. If I were going to be with Kenji Sato. . .this would be my life now.

Gunshots.

Screams.

The scent of blood.

And a man who could fuck me with devotion and then slit throats ten minutes later without blinking.

Closing the cape around me, I sat on the edge of the throne—not elegantly or with any of the power I had claimed earlier. I was raw, tender, still wet between my thighs, and trembling in ways I wasn’t ready to unpack.

Could I really do this? Be with a man this dangerous?

Could I love someone who wore death like a second skin?