Page 60 of The Dragon 2

I can’t believe she didn’t take the suite.

The card remained untouched. The bed unslept in. The luxury curtains unopened.

It wasn’t the rejection that unsettled me, it was the indifference.

She was supposed to be curious by the suite. Drawn in. Lured by velvet, the view, and the silent pull of something decadent waiting for her just beyond the threshold.

Instead, she chose that fucking beat-up futon.

I paced.

How does one catch a Tiger? Perhaps. . .I don’t hunt her. I tempt her. I. . .entice her. I. . .build a maze so exquisite she walks in on her own, smiling, not even knowing what it truly is.

I paused from pacing.

But how the fuck do I do that? Do I use her need to finish that book? Why is no answer coming to me?

In the past, the women I’d known had all taken the card without hesitation. They’d gasped at the gold foil, the suite name embossed in calligraphy, the hidden dragon seal burned into the corner like a mark of fate.

They understood what it meant.

They knew I was the Dragon.

They recognized my power.

They bowed to it in their own way—eager hands, flushed cheeks, doors left unlocked. Pussies wet and waiting for me to enter and fuck them until their soft, intimate walls were wet and drenched in my cum.

They wanted to be devoured.

They begged to be claimed.

But this American woman. . .my naughty Tiger. . .

She hadn’t taken the card.

She hadn’t bowed to my power.

But. . .at least she hadn’t run from it either.

I shook my head.

Tora. . .the more you make this difficult, the more your pussy will ache once I fuck you.

I should’ve felt fury, but instead, I felt something far more dangerous—admiration.

She was the first woman I couldn’t predict.

Tora.

I gazed out the window. Beyond the glass, Paris glittered in its own evening decadence. A thousand lights winked across rooftops. As usual, the city was trying to seduce the stars and it was winning.

But I didn’t care about the skyline.

I thought about the safe embedded behind the abstract oil painting on the far-left wall keeping my Tiger’s panties secure.

How is it. . .that she was supposed to be trapped by me today, butIam the one that is trapped? How did she so easily cage me while I was trying to cage her?

I thought back to those panties.