Even now, with fear still thrumming through my veins, my thighs clenched at the memory. The way he'd spread me open and devoured me like I was his last meal. The way his voice had dropped to that dangerous register when he'd told me exactly what he was going to do—and then done it, over and over, until I'd forgotten my own name.
I pressed my palm against my lower belly, trying to quiet the ache that stirred there.
Not now. Focus.
But my mind was already drifting to those sketches I'd found in Mami's room. Kenji and Hiro tangled together, all hard pierced big cocks and dangerous want. The way Mami had drawn Kenji's jaw clenched in pleasure, Hiro’s back arched, Kenji’s hand gripping their cocks until cum spilled out.
Stop it.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
God, I needed Kenji back here not just because I worried about him.
I also needed his weight pressing me into that mattress.
Needed him to fuck the fear right out of me until I couldn't think about spies, serpents, or anything but the shove and drag of his hard, pierced cock inside me.
Don’t worry. Kenji is the Dragon for a reason. He’s got Reo and Hiro. He’s got the Fangs and the Claws. They’ll do the rest and figure this out.
I swallowed and brought myself back to the space again.
The bedroom was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
Normal.
As if my entire world hadn't just shifted on its axis. And then another realization pierced through the haze.
Sako.
My stomach tightened. He was the house manager, the one orchestrating the cleaning staff with quiet efficiency. He had been in this room and supervised people who touched these sheets, fluffed the pillows, arranged the flowers on the nightstand. He walked these halls with keys and access to everything. He knew our routines.
Our footsteps.
Our vulnerabilities.
I wrapped my arms around myself and stared at the bed again, but now a cold shudder rippled down my spine. The idea that someone entrusted with our living space had been a spy made the walls feel too thin, the shadows too deep.
Kenji’s world is no fucking joke.
I thought of him again, and a sharp ache squeezed my chest.
Kenji trusted Sako. Really trusted him. Maybe not with all secrets, but with the rhythm of his homes.
Surely, Kenji carried this dangerous underworld on his shoulders and didn’t often let anyone lighten that load. But Sako had been one of the few allowed to step close—to manage the softness around the steel.
My throat tightened.
Kenji was going to take this hard. So much harder than he would probably ever admit.
All I could think about was Kenji’s face when he read my text. The quiet, inward collapse that must have happened in his chest.
He needed someone with him tonight.
Not just Reo.
Not the Fangs or Claws.
But me.
