Mmmm.
“Hold on.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. When he checked the screen, he let out a loud groan and answered. “I’m fine, Hiro.”
His brother must have been saying a whole lot because Kenji just sat there in silence and closed his eyes.
I didn’t know how he could stay so calm, but I couldn’t stop staring. Because in the glow of the moonlight through the helicopter windows, Kenji’s face was unreal.
All sharp lines and dangerous elegance.
High cheekbones casting shadows like a sculpture. That cut jaw clenched tight as he listened to his brother. Lashes thick and black, sweeping against his cheek. The curve of his mouth—soft, full, and deliciously cruel.
Kenji let out a long breath. “Why come? I’m in the air. En route to the safe location. Reo is handling cleanup.”
Opening his eyes, Kenji rolled his neck slowly and spoke back into the phone. “Brother. . .breathe. You're hyperventilating through the signal. Yes. You are. No. There is no such thing as rage-breathing. No. There is no difference.”
One of the Eyes snorted.
I smiled.
“How could there be internal bleeding when no one touched me? Do you think I’m fragile?” Kenji quirked his brows. “Well. . .maybe I should not have asked.”
I didn’t know what Hiro said next, but it caused Kenji to chuckle. “Never mind that, Hiro. Go to the safe spot. Yes. The safe spot.”
A pause came.
Then he said the words that chilled my spine. “Tomorrow, we go to war, brother. Be ready.”
He hung up, put the phone back in his pocket, and looked at me. “You’re still breathing steady.”
“I am, but. . .”
He leaned his head to the side.
“How areyoudoing?”
His jaw went tight, his posture controlled, yet heat rose in his gaze. “I am regretting something.”
“What are you regretting?”
“That I didn’t make you cum one more time.”
I lowered my voice. “I came twice and I’m sore.”
“But you’re not ruined.”
“We didn’t have time for that.”
“There’s always time.” He slipped his gaze along my body covered in the cape. “I’m thinking I may have my men close their eyes so I can eat your pussy.”
My lashes fluttered.
“But there’s a problem with that.”
“W-what’s the problem?”
“I don’t want them to hear your moans.”
“That is a big problem because. . .if you eat me. . .I’m moaning. Loudly.”
