“I assumed he would be, but. . .I don’t see that. He seems more like a. . .mafia bookworm.”
Kenji’s expression shifted, something darker glittered in his eyes. “Good. Reo has made sure to keep that mask of death off his face when he’s around you.”
I blinked. That felt loaded with several meanings that I had no concept of. I didn’t even try to decipher that. Instead I focused on the situation at hand. “You are on your knees.”
“I am.”
“I like that.”
His lips curled, slow and knowing. “Then I’ll make sure to be on my knees more often when I’m around you.”
Goddamn. You do that and I’ll be cumming all over myself every day.
I had to cross my legs tighter just to keep my composure.
He hadn’t touched me.
Not one hand.
Not one kiss.
But everything about this moment made my pussy jump.
I leaned forward slightly. “So. . .what do you have to ask me?”
Chapter three
The Dragon's Question
Nyomi
What could he want to ask me?
The question stalked the edges of my mind like a predator. I was terrified to hear it. Maybe he’d ask for a piece of me I hadn’t offered anyone before.
“Kenji. . .”
He exhaled once, a sharp breath from somewhere deep. Then he spoke, “Will youpleasecome back to my place this evening?”
I blinked.
The words weren’t shocking.
Thewayhe said them was.
Please.
Not a command.
Not an expectation.
A respectable request.
From a man who didn’t ask. From a man who commanded entire underworld cities by simply showing up.
He could have said,you’re coming home with me.
He could have said,it’s time.
