Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 104141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
They’d seen this happen before. But this time they would be absolutely wrong.
The doors swung open.
The smell of cedar incense was low. The staff knew to keep it that way after midnight.
I took in the space that I'd designed in a single afternoon three years ago. I’d told the architect what I wanted and watched him struggle to keep up. The floors that shifted underfoot as one entered, stone giving way to lacquered wood giving way to tatami so fine it swallowed sound entirely.
The curved glass walls.
Most people assumed they were purely glass.
They weren't.
One panel—the third from the left—was a door. It opened onto the balcony that extended over the outer edge of the building, looking out beyond the grounds, beyond the tree line, to where the island eventually surrendered itself to the sea.
The water was far out from here. A dark suggestion on the horizon.
I'd used the balcony only once. The architect had called it the room's crown jewel. I called it unnecessary. I didn't need a balcony. I needed walls.
But I'd kept it.
Tonight, moonlight came through the glass in long silver panels, laying itself across the tatami, across the black sheets and the deep red coverlets of the bed.
The sheer curtains moved in the ventilation's breath, and beyond the hidden door, the balcony sat empty as always. The night air moved across it undisturbed.
I turned to the cherry blossom in its planter of black stone. I’d chosen it because I wanted something living in here.
Hiro gave Nyomi the sake bottle. "Here."
"Why am I holding this?"
"So I can do my thing."
"What thing?"
Hiro moved past both of us, crossed the room in five long strides, and launched himself into the air in a full arc of absurdity. And when he landed, he did so face down, arms spread, and the mattress bouncing twice.
Nyomi snickered and opened the bottle of sake. "Well. . .that was worth it."
She took a sip and handed it to me. "Would you like some, Mr. Dragon?"
Smirking, I took it. "I would."
"Don't drink it all up." Hiro rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. "We should put a mural up here. Something. . .beautiful and artsy."
I lifted the bottle and took a slow sip, while still watching my Tiger over the rim.
She was breathtaking to take in—hips angled, fingers loose at her side, the faint sheen of sake already glossing her lips.
I swallowed.
Too slowly.
The burn of sake sat low in my chest, but it was nothing compared to the heat building under my skin.
Later, Tora. I'll have you riding my cock.
The vision hit me.
Nyomi, completely naked, straddled my lap.
Her full breasts swayed hypnotically at eye level with those dark nipples pebbled tight against the cool air, begging for my mouth.
Her long braids spilled over her shoulders in dark silk and copper curls. Her palms pressed hot and flat against my chest as she rose, thighs flexing, taking her sweet time sliding that wet pussy back down on my cock.
When she finally sank fully onto me, a broken, breathless moan tore from her throat, vibrating through where our bodies joined.
Calm down.
My cock didn’t listen. It started to get hard.
I lowered the sake bottle and cleared my throat.
"What kind of art, Hiro?" Nyomi tilted her head back, studying the ceiling like she was already seeing it.
"Something with movement." Hiro crossed his ankles. "Dragons. Water. Maybe a naked woman."
"Why a woman?"
"Why not a woman. Women are the best subject matter. They've been keeping painters employed for centuries."
She laughed. "You want a naked woman on the ceiling?"
"I want tasteful nudity on our ceiling."
I handed the sake bottle back to Nyomi.
Carrying the bottle, Nyomi climbed onto the bed and settled beside Hiro. She tucked her legs under her thighs. Those sexy braids fell over one shoulder.
She looked so goddamn captivating.
All mine.
I pulled my shirt over my head and let it fall on the floor.
Then, I felt her eyes before I saw them. The way the room's temperature shifted slightly as her attention landed on my chest, traveled down to my cock, and then returned up to take in my chest some more.
Careful, Tora. I may not hold back and fuck you right in front of my brother.
I flexed.
Both pecs.
Her lips parted.
Hiro lifted his head from the mattress, looked at her face, and then stared at me. "Is that all it really takes?"
"Be quiet." I cracked my neck and got on the bed too.
I settled against the headboard, and Nyomi shifted without being asked, finding her place between my legs and lying her back against my chest.
She tipped her head into the space beneath my jaw.
Tora.
I gathered her in my arms.
My Tiger. My queen. My anchor.
I moved my arms and placed one hand at her hip while the other moved into her braids, working slow from root to tip.
Fuck. I like this style. Whatever it is, I’m going to have her do this most often.