I held in my chuckle.
Reo turned around, walked over to me, and kept his voice low. “I hoped to get rid of everyone and gather the necessary information without disturbing you.”
“Yet, I was disturbed. Mid-thrust. Mid-moan. Do you know how hard it is to walk away from a woman who’s still trembling from your cock?”
Reo gave me a sad smile. “Violence always comes after ecstasy. That’s the rule of men like us.”
“Is it?”
“Pleasure awakens the gods in us. Pain keeps them fed.” He adjusted the blade between his fingers like it was a pen. “If it helps, I plan to put at least two of these men in your bamboo room.”
“I would rather make them bleed personally for interrupting me.”
Reo had always carved cleaner.
But I made them scream longer.
I put my view back on the five bound men. “Who do you think the traitor is?”
“Not sure, but I have my suspects in a separate dungeon on the next level.”
I snapped my gaze to him. “Who is in there?”
“Hiroko, her two assistants, the chef, the jazz band. One of them assisted this group, and I will find out this evening.”
I looked away, jaw tight. “I don’t want the traitor to be Hiroko.”
Reo nodded solemnly. “If it is, I will kill her for you.”
“No.” I shook my head. “I must do it myself.”
Reo raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps a compromise could be to put her in the bamboo room also. Then, her blood isn’t on your hands.”
“Hiroko in the bamboo room? And have my Tiger hear her screams for days?” My voice dropped. “No.”
Reo blinked slowly. “Your Tiger will be on the property?”
“Where else would she be?”
“Then, she said yes?”
“To what?”
“To your asking her to come back to your place.”
I frowned. “She’s mine. Why would I have to ask?”
Reo’s gaze softened. “Kenji. . .”
“What?”
He let out a long breath. “I like her.”
“You’ve told me.”
“Please. . .askher to come back with you. Do not tell her. She is not one of your men, even though she now has a title.”
“A title?”
