From the floor, he watched me and remained silent.
My thoughts looped in a frenzy.
No other man will ever do.
I pressed my thighs tighter together, completely turned on by his submission. In fact, it was triggering a reaction in my bloodstream like I had ingested a drug. It was the high of power. The ache of it. The dangerous, sweet vertigo that came with knowing someone like Kenji had fallen to the floor forme.
Okay. . .will I ever get used to this?
The queening throne groaned beneath me as I shifted.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t break eye contact.
Didn’t blink.
Just stayed there.
On his knees.
And I felt this addiction rising in the marrow of my bones. I was speechless. All I could do was look down at my Dragon and wonder if I would ever come down from this high.
And then, softly, his deep voice caressed my skin. "I have something to ask you."
I raised my eyebrows. “What is it?”
My stomach twisted.
Those dark eyes never left mine.
Then—a scream pierced the hallway. It was sharp. Wet. The kind of scream that had probably seen the inside of a knife.
Holy shit!
Shivering, I turned my head toward the door.
Another scream came.
Shorter.
Choked.
My heart clenched. “There is still fighting in the hallway?”
“No.” Kenji’s voice grew calm. “Reo is just talking to someone.”
My gaze whipped back to him. “And when. . .Reo talks to someone. . .”
“Sometimes they scream.”
That didn’t match the Reo I knew. The one with sharp suits, quiet steps, and a voice that sounded like philosophy wrapped in expensive silk. “Sweet Reo?”
Kenji chuckled. “Is that how you see my Roar? Sweet?”
“Of course. He’s a complete gentleman with finesse and intelligence.”
He tilted his head. “Not dangerous?”
