My hand trembled as I flipped the page—desperate to escape and desperate to see what else Mami had thought up in that nasty mind.
Well damn, girl.
The next image hit me like a punch to the stomach.
Hiro was on his knees like a sacrifice.
Kenji towered above him, powerful and merciless.
Hiro's lips stretched obscenely around Kenji's thick shaft, cheeks hollowed to the point of pain, throat convulsing as he struggled to take more.
Kenji's fingers twisted cruelly in Hiro's hair, yanking his head back at an angle that strained the tendons in Hiro’s neck into taut, vulnerable cords.
Meanwhile, Kenji's head was thrown back in abandon, the long column of his throat exposed like something waiting to be bitten, his expression transcendent—body-numbing pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.
A mixture of saliva and pre-cum leaked from the corners of Hiro's mouth, trailing down his chin in glistening rivulets that caught the light like tears.
Red script cascaded down from Kenji's mouth, and the words hovered above Hiro's upturned face. "Open your mouth. Show me you belong to me."
And there, written along the curve of Hiro's hollowed cheek, his answer. "I've always belonged to you, Kenji. Since the day we were born."
I had to stifle a whimper as I stared at the image, my mind tripping over itself.
I wasn’t turned on because of the brother-angle. What hit me—hard—was the taboo of it, the sheer audacity of two violently beautiful men drawn in a moment they wouldneverallow to happen.
Two predators stripped down to forbidden hunger.
Two kings unmasked.
It was the danger of them.
The power.
The intimacy.
The contrast between how terrifying they were in real life. . .and how undone Mami had imagined them.
All saturated in the forbidden desires.
Beside me, Hiro exhaled sharply and shook his head, eyes wide with disbelief. “Mami is crazy. Absolutely out of her mind.”
“Yeah. . .” I murmured, still staring. “This is. . . insane.”
And itwas.
But I couldn’t stop looking at the taboo art.
My brain whispered,you shouldn’t be staring at this…
My body whispered back,still. . .this is hot.
I swallowed hard and flipped again.
Kenji bent over a desk, his powerful body reduced to trembling submission.
Hiro loomed behind him, one hand pressed flat against the sweat-slicked hollow of Kenji's back, forcing him down until his cheek met cold wood.
Hiro's other hand gripped Kenji's hip with such savage possession that tomorrow's bruises were already blooming beneath his fingers.
