Page 39 of The Dragon 2 (Tokyo Empire #2)

Chapter thirty-five

Game On

Kenji

The jazz band played low and slow—horn breathing, bass humming, and the saxophone singing sorrowful, but sweet notes.

What is Hiroko telling my Tiger?

All I knew was that earlier I had been devouring Nyomi’s mouth and was close to having my hands between her thighs, finger fucking her pussy until she orgasmed. Next minute, Hiroko appeared, stopped it, and then dragged Nyomi away.

I watched the shadowed archway where they disappeared, the soft click of the door sealing them inside for some private counsel.

My jaw ticked.

My fingers tapped against the stem of my glass.

Careful, Hiroko. I will kneel for my Tiger, but she will never dominate me.

My pulse slowed to a deadly rhythm.

What the fuck is she saying in there? Is she coaching her? Plotting? Teaching her how to control me?

This was turning into a fucking serious game.

No.

A blood sport.

The only problem for them was that I never walked away from a challenge.

Whatever Hiroko whispered behind that door I would undo it.

No.

I would unmake it .

While I would be fine with kneeling for my Tiger every now and then, there would be limits.

If Hiroko thought Nyomi could dominate me, command me—tame me—I would bend Nyomi over this damned table, push these plates to the floor, and taste her until she sobbed my name.

Let Hiroko teach her tactics.

Let her lace Nyomi with confidence and scripts.

None of it would survive my tongue.

None of it would survive my cock.

Still. . .what is she saying?

My body ached for my Tiger.

What if. . .Hiroko does a good job of getting Nyomi to that place where. . .she did overpower me?

Against all logic, my cock jumped in my pants. Perhaps. . .part of me. . .wanted to see what Hiroko had awakened. Wanted to test her training. Then. . .break her rules. Strip that newly gifted power from Nyomi’s pussy with my tongue.

Yes. Let them plan. I’ve got my plans too.

I formed my lips into a devilish grin.

Let Nyomi return emboldened. I would meet her there with flame and fury.

Come on, Ladies.

Suddenly, these spicy scents hit me.

Then, the waitresses appeared with trays of dishes.

Oh. What is all of this?

Silver-domed trays floated down from the hands of the waitresses and landed in front of me like some ceremonial offering.

My mouth parted and lovely scents curled around me.

Oh, Tora. I am going to fire my chef.

I gazed down at the covered trays wondering what could be hidden under them.

I have no idea what I will be eating tonight.

That rarely happened.

I’d eaten my way through the finest restaurants in Tokyo, Paris, Milan, and cities one could only reach by jet and whispered password.

Still, I had no idea what was in front of me.

These scents were different.

The waitresses bowed and stepped away.

Heels clicked.

I turned in that direction, and Nyomi appeared. And it was like. . .I was seeing her for the first time. Everything inside me stilled.

Nyomi stepped into the dining hall like she had left her former self behind that closed door.

Hmmm.

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 to own the space between us.

Oh, Tora. Whatever you think you’ve learned, whatever you think you’ve become—I promise you, I will break it apart and rebuild it in my mouth.

My Tiger yearned to test her teeth on me, and I just wanted to spend the next few days fucking her senseless. I still had a city to conquer before the week was done—and a father to kill.

I watched her, ready to find any weakness and devour it, but. . .I didn’t find one just yet.

Hmmm.

Standing over me. . .she was magnificent. A woman in full command of her shadow. A seductress without needing seduction.

And if I was being honest with myself. . .part of me yearned to be devoured by this new version of her, so much so that. . .I didn’t speak.

Didn’t dare.

Even beasts must choose when to roar.

Plus, she had returned to play.

My move or yours, Tora. Who goes first?