Page 188 of The Dragon 3


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Just like that.

What?!

Darkness slammed down around me. Not the gentle kind of dark one eases into, but sudden, brutal, and absolute.

Oh shit.

Fast, I crouched to the floor, unsure of what could happen next.

The only light left was the uncertain flutter of candle flames around the tub, twisting through the hazy steam in weak, trembling strokes.

Panic hit me.

Shallow, stuttering breaths dragged through my chest.

The steam and heat wrapped around me so thick it became touch—slick, greedy, everywhere at once. Moisture slid down my thigh like his finger dragging slow toward my pussy. The damp air clung to my nipples until the fabric turned into suction, teasing and pulling like a hungry mouth desperate to taste me.

My own skin betrayed me, flushing hot, trembling, reacting to caresses that weren’t there—yet—and aching for the ones I knew were coming.

Okay. Think.

I licked my lips.

My pussy throbbed, but my head forced me to focus.

The switch is by the door. Had he been near the door the whole time? But. . .I didn’t see him.

I remained low to the ground and as quiet as I could be.

The large tub at the room’s center gurgled softly. The sound was innocent and ordinary, but in the dark, it became monstrous.

My pulse ricocheted, not in my heart anymore but in my wrists, in my neck, in the hollow between my thighs. Heat pooled heavy there too and my pussy got wet.

I couldn’t even understand why I was so freaked out and turned on at the same time.

Don’t speak. Don’t say shit.

Silence was my only defense. If he didn’t know exactly where I was, I wouldn’t hand him the advantage.

But another thought came to me too.

I bet he already knows where I’m at.

I forced myself to turn my head slowly, eyes straining through the haze. Nothing behind me but clouds of candle lit steam rolling in lazy waves against the far wall.

I swallowed and turned the other way.

My gaze scraped the gloom, searching, begging for an outline, a shadow, any sign of him.

That trick with the lights. . .he hadn’t been in the shower at all.

He’d been closer.

By the door.

Probably right behind me when I first entered.

I shivered.