For a heartbeat I swore I saw his shadow in the haze, towering, muscular, and waiting, but when I blinked. It was gone.
My thighs clenched.
My heart thundered.
Fuck it. Let’s see if I’m right or wrong.
I headed into the shower.
One foot in.
Then, the second foo—
Fast, massive arms wrapped around me from behind, before my other foot could even hit the tile.
A scream tore up my throat but died in the clutch of his palm, as he sealed his hand around my mouth.
Holy fuck!
The shock was so sudden, so brutal, my knees buckled. He hadn’t been in the shower at all. He’d been waiting and close enough to taste me the moment I dared to think I was safe.
Oh shit. Oh shit.
Chapter thirty-eight
Trapped by the Dragon
Nyomi
In Kenji’s iron-tight hold, my heartbeat hammered in my chest.
Frantic.
Useless.
Like a bird slamming itself against the bars of a cage.
His huge, tattooed arms weren’t just around me. They were walls of flesh and heat, merciless in their hold, locking me so close I could feel the river of his needy pulse surging against mine.
His palm sealed over my mouth.
Firm.
Possessive.
Why hasn’t he said anything yet?
His stillness was worse than violence.
His restraint was savage.
His silence was punishment.
Yet in that silence, I understood that I wasn’t just in his arms. I was inside his hunger. Swallowed whole. Pulse by pulse. A heartbeat pounding inside a beast who ground against me, fed my ache, but refused to let me come.
A beast who would fuck me, wreck me, worship me. . .on his time.
Never mine.
