A darkness so thick it whispered orders.
Kill.
Burn.
Keep.
Destroy.
The same pulse that hardened me inside my pants was the one that told me I could never let her go. Desire and death ran in the same vein now, pumping side by side. She wasn’t just mine by choice—she was mine by physics, by gravity, by the law of the fucking universe.
Until the only safe place for her in this world was inside my arms or beneath my cock.
She wasn’t just a woman in my bed. She was my goddamn empire.
Not territory.
Not money.
Not turf.
Her.
My Tiger.
My human lie detector.
The one weapon no other syndicate could buy, steal, or breed in the shadows. She could strip a man to bone without a blade, rip secrets straight from his throat just by looking.
With her at my side, the whole landscape of Asia would change.
No one could play me again.
Every rival in Asia just became irrelevant. Their women, their armies, their bloodlines meant nothing.
After this war. . .and with her. . .I could take over control of this whole fucking continent.
She was leverage, strategy, future. And still—she was more than all of it because. . .she was the first person I’d ever fallen in love with.
The lights painted her dark brown skin, turning it richer, darker, decadent.
My Tiger.
Black and radiant.
Curves stretched across my sheets.
The soft swell of her breasts rose with each breath. The lush dip of her waist gave way to the storm of her hips. God, her hips—made to ride a man insane, wide enough to cradle an empire, thick enough to keep me buried for eternity.
Her thighs were the kind of sin men got killed for. Smooth, solid, spreading into the curve where my cock already ached to live.
Even the faint sheen of sweat along her stomach gleamed like a trail I wanted to lick, bite, and worship until she screamed my name loud enough to shake the walls.
Mmmm. I’m going to bite her again. . .and again. . .
Every line of her was a trap.
Every curve was a chain.
