Page 32 of The Dragon 2 (Tokyo Empire #2)

Chapter twenty-nine

Suck. Moan. Obey.

Kenji

I watched her, mouth parted, breath shallow, still tasting honey and memory. How the fuck did we go from talking about our broken childhoods to this—me trembling from one moan? She had slipped past every wall I’d ever built with nothing but food, pain, and fingers kissed in sweetness.

Now I was waiting. . .not for her forgiveness, not for her love—but for permission to fall all the way. And even more, I waited to see if she would finally accept defeat.

When Nyomi spoke, she gave me a confidant smile. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Yes. Maybe.”

“You moaned.”

“You sucked.”

“Don’t worry, Tora. You’ll get to suck later too.”

She blinked, and her pupils were blown wide.

“Wait,” I leaned in, gripped her wrist gently and brought her hand back up. “I missed a spot.”

I licked some of the honey from her knuckle, lapping at the joint like it was her clit.

She watched me.

So fucking still.

So turned on.

I didn’t stop until every trace of sweetness was gone.

To my shock, no throat-clearing came from Hiroko.

The silence from her corner was its own permission.

And that was dangerous. Because if she didn’t stop us, then that must have meant that Hiroko approved of what I was doing.

. .which meant she was winning. I should have stopped from that information alone but I let my mouth trail from Nyomi’s finger to her wrist, kissing upward.

My tongue flicked across her pulse. I could feel it—fast and pounding. Just like mine.

“Do you like this, Tora?”

She bit her lip.

“Do you like feeding the Dragon with your hands and watching him lose control?”

Her voice was raw. “I do.”

I smiled against her skin. “Good, because I’m going to want you to do that more.”

My other hand slid to her thigh. Red leather, hot under my palm. She was warm everywhere. Heat poured off her. Her breath hitched. Her knees spread just an inch wider.

Still no sound came from Hiroko.

Still no signal for restraint.

Nyomi’s head tipped back slightly. Her neck arched like she was offering it. Like she knew what she was doing.

“Careful, Tora,” I whispered. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll have you up on this table with your dress around your waist and my tongue buried in your pussy before the next course.”

She didn’t pull away. “Then maybe you should pace yourself.”

“I’m not known for that.”

Her eyes glittered. “Then let me teach you.”

“Hmmm. You’re in my city and you think you can teach me?”

“I do.”

I leaned over and brushed my mouth along her jaw. To my shock, no clearing of Hiroko’s throat came with that either. Satisfied, I groaned. “Tell me, Tora. If I drop to my knees and put my mouth on your pussy, will your little mentor loudly clear her throat?”

Nyomi just smirked.

“Or will she just stay there in the shadows, watching us like theater?”

Nyomi didn’t blink. “Maybe she’s not in the audience. Perhaps, she’s the director of this performance.”

My cock twitched.

“Lucky for you and her, I don’t fucking care.” I growled. “Let her choreograph my ruin. I just want to taste you.”

A soft moan left Nyomi. Then, she kissed my cheek. Soft. Gentle. But absolutely lethal. “You will taste me. But not yet. Eat, Dragon. You need strength for what’s to come.”

Eat, Dragon?

I groaned at what she said and the audacity of how she said it. Never had a woman talked to me in this way. Never had a woman even thought she could control our moment together.

Nyomi was fucking toying with me and it was sweet torment. Red leather sinful torture. A Tiger pacing slowly through the flames while the Dragon begged to be devoured.

Eat, Dragon. . .

I turned my head.

In the far corner, Hiroko stood still.

One hand on her wrist.

Calm.

Controlled.

Silent.

Smiling.

Fuck.

Hiroko was enjoying it.

Part of me—twisted and dark— liked that she was.

Nyomi picked up the last piece of cornbread and slid it past my lips and the moment it touched my tongue, flavor exploded—warm, soft, sticky-sweet. But it was her fingers I craved more than the food.

So, I quickly swallowed the piece of bread and then sucked those fingers into my mouth too.

Her breath hitched.

A groan rumbled from my throat, deep and guttural.

Lust shimmered behind her lashes.

I pulled back slowly and released her fingers. “Yes, you like to feed the Dragon.”

“Only when he licks like that,” trembling, she let out a breath as if she were trying to steady herself. “There’s more food here.”

“Yet now I’m ready for your pussy.”

A wicked grin spread across her face as she pointed to the third heart-shaped tray. "These are my special Deviled eggs topped with knock-your-socks-off shrimp."

Although extremely horny, I was curious too. I picked one up and popped it into my mouth.

Oh.

Creamy.

Tangy.

Perfect levels of acid and salt.

I swallowed. "Tora. . .I would fight several men for a dozen more of these."

She laughed. “That’s exactly what Reo said.”

Shock rocked me. “What?”

“That’s what Reo said.”

I frowned. “He ate my food?”

“When we did the walk-through of course I explained that I cooked for you so when we were in the kitchen Reo looked over the food and tried some—”

“Why?”

“He said he wanted to check for poison—”

“That is not a thing.”

“What?”

“That’s not something my Roar would check for. We have someone for that.”

“Well. . .” She chuckled. “Reo came into the kitchen, made himself a plate, said he was checking for poison, and then. . .I guess he had to analyze one dish deeply because he got a second plate of that.”

“What was it?”

“I’m not telling you. It hasn’t come out yet.”

I sighed. “I bet whatever it was, it had cheese in it.”

“It did. You’ll get it soon.”

No wonder Reo had those damn sunglasses on his face. He fucking ate some of my food.

She eyed me. “I’m not getting Reo in trouble. Right?”

“There will need to be a conversation with my Roar.”

“What? You are being ridiculous. There is plenty of food. Don’t be stingy and petty.”

I picked up the other deviled egg and muttered. “Checking for poison.”

Nyomi laughed.

Surely my Roar had gotten a sniff of her amazing food and was unable to help himself from sampling. That was a big deal because Reo never had a problem with keeping himself composed. . .until apparently now.

“Please be nice to your Roar. I like him.”

I raised my eyebrows. “You do?”

“Yes.”

“Remember this. No one else ever gets to eat your food again. Not your guards. Not my Roar. Do you understand, Tora?”

“Yes, Kenji.” She blushed, and my cock throbbed.

I leaned in and kissed her cheek.

Her blush deepened. “So. . .you said you have a person that tastes your food?”

“When there are concerns about poisoning. Yes. They taste all of my dishes.”

“And what is his title? Is he the Dragon’s Tongue?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Oh shit.” She blinked. “I was right?”

“You were.”

“I’m starting to get a hang of how you are doing this. I heard Reo talk into the phone and say something about Scales needing to patrol the block one more time. Are those like your . . .lower positioned people?”

“They are.”

“So what else is there? Do you have like. . .” She considered it. “Do you have the Dragon’s Leg or the Dragon’s Ear?”

“We do have Ears, but not Legs.”

“Then, you have Eyes?”

“We do.”

“And what do your Eyes do? Is their job to. . .spy?”

“No. My Ears spy. My Eyes watch me have sex, making sure the woman doesn’t kill me as I cum.”

She parted her lips in shock. “Uh. . .what?”

“That’s their job.”

“The Dragon’s Eyes watch you have sex?”

“They do.”

She looked around. “Well. . .do you think your Eyes are here?”

“No doubt. Reo has them somewhere in this building and waiting. They’re always around just in case when I’m with a woman.”

“So. . .if we did have sex tonight. . .they would be watching?”

“There is no if about it, and yes we will be having sex tonight, and yes they will be watching.”

“So. . .you wouldn’t mind them seeing me naked, my breasts bouncing, as you fuck me hard?”

That question unraveled every bit of me. I leaned back in the chair just slightly, like the tiny bit of distance could tame the fire now raging behind my ribs.

It didn’t help.

I swallowed. “I don’t see my Eyes as men. Not like that.”

Nyomi tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

“The Dragon’s Eyes are fragments of me. My vision. My vigilance. My vow to never die stupidly.”

She said nothing, but her breath was shallow, and those damn pupils remained dilated.

Unable to help myself, I came back over to her and brushed the shell of her ear with my mouth. “And even if I did see them as men watching me fuck you. . .it would only excite me more.”

Her breath caught.

I let the silence stretch between us, let the heat coil tighter. And then and only then, I leaned back in my chair. “Because while they watch me fuck you very, very hard, they cannot touch you.”

Her chest rose and fell like she was running.

“They’ll see the curve of your breasts. Your thighs parting, for me. Your pussy soaking my cock. They’ll see the way your lips tremble when you moan. The way you beg.”

Nyomi’s fingers gripped the edge of the table.

“They’ll watch you bounce on my cock, but only I will be inside of you.”

She shivered.

“Only I will taste you, Tora. Feel you clench your wet pussy right before you cum.”

She turned her face away. When she faced me again, her eyes weren’t just lust-filled—they were glazed in dark hunger.

I curled my lips into a devilish smile. “Let them watch. Let them see me ruin you, again and again, while they stand in silence. Powerless. Dying to be me. Sometimes that part turns me on too.”

She tightened those already crossed legs, triggering the slit of her dress to further fall open.

I was already hard.

But now?

Now, I was steel.

Unyielding.

And hers.

I tilted my head, and my voice got rough with interest. “Do you like to be watched, Tora? Do you like for other men to watch you get fucked?”

She parted her lips and considered it for several seconds. “I didn’t think so, but now. . .I’m thinking I might.”

A growl purred low in my chest. “Then we’ll see. Let’s find out how loud you get when you know there are Eyes on you. Let’s see how wet you stay when you realize they are memorizing the way my cock stretches your pussy open.”

My hand brushed hers, just a whisper of contact, and even that small connection felt volatile. Like it could ignite every inch of me.

“And since we’re on the topic of being watched.

. .” I leaned in closer, just enough for my breath to tickle the hollow of her throat.

“I want to fuck the moans out of you. Not gentle. Not soft. I want your lipstick smeared. That dress wrinkled. I want this jazz band messing up notes. I want the table shaking and Hiroko biting her lip because even she can’t remain calm. ”

Nyomi bit hers instead.

Then, with a steadying breath and flushed cheeks, she straightened her back and smiled sweetly, but it was a very shaky smile to say the least.

“Well,” she cleared her throat. “You’re going to need energy for all that, Dragon. So, let’s finish this course.”

I smirked.

The way she pivoted with such control made my cock throb even harder.

“Wow.” She cleared her throat again, reached for the last heart-shaped tray, and brought it to us. “This is a mini black-eyed pea cake with bourbon glaze."

I looked at it, and although insanely horny I was excited to try more of her food. “And tell me why you decided to cook me this.”

"My grandma said these brought good luck on New Year’s. However. . .I’m hoping they also bring good luck with this date."

I tried it. Warm. Earthy. Sweet. Rich. Complex. The bourbon slid across my tongue and burned down my throat in the most perfect way. "Tora. . .what are you doing to me?"

"Feeding you."

"No. You’re claiming me. . .with stories. With flavor." I looked at the tray.

Then at her.

Then back at the tray.

The last bite still warmed my tongue, the ghost of bourbon and black-eyed peas lingering. The air smelled of spice and sweetness, of heat, honey, and history told in the language of cast iron and copper. But it was more than that.

Each flavor had been a key.

Each course, a door that I had unassumingly walked through.

While she was letting me taste her childhood, she had also served me her softness, her sweetness, her fire.

And that was when it hit me—the band, the scents, the taste of the food, the texture of it and even her all so visually captivating too.

This is not a meal. It is a seduction.

I blinked.

But she’s not seducing my cock. . .she’s going after my soul.

She watched me with this knowing smile.

Here I was talking dirty to her, licking her fingers and unable to keep my mouth off her skin, while she was giving me a slow, sensory ambush—one I’d never seen coming.

I thought I had seized control, but. . .Nyomi was disarming me with warmth, food, and feminine power.

And. . .I was enjoying it.

Interesting.

There was danger here—no blade in sight, no gun at my back—but the kind of danger that crawled beneath the skin.

Emotional exposure.

Trust.

The terrifying ache of wanting to belong to someone who could break me open with a sweet smile.

Have I been the prey since the meal began? Or did it start when I walked over the threshold?

It didn’t matter what the answer was to those questions because I had no one to protect me from this, not my Roar, Fangs, Claws, nor Eyes.

Goddamn it. No wonder Hiroko stopped clearing her throat. She knew I was trapped.

I glanced at the shadows where Hiroko watched me with this victorious smile.

Well. . .

Frowning, I took another bite of the black-eyed pea cake, already accepting my delicious defeat.

I can’t even think. Her food is so good. So perfect. She really can fucking cook.

I closed my eyes for a long breath and then opened them again.

Fine. They win this round also. Although. . .I feel like they’ve won other rounds that I didn’t even know were there.