Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
And then. . .
My thighs clenched at the thought of her fingers brushing over my black panties, finding the heat beneath, rubbing my clit slow and precise—never looking away from my reflection.
She wouldn’t need to ask what I liked.
A woman like Hiroko would already know. I bet she could make me cum without a word. Right there in six-inch heels and a white satin blouse, with her lips an inch from my ear, and my face undone in the glass.
My moan would be quiet.
But my body wouldn’t lie.
I swallowed.
Hard.
A shiver crawled up my spine like a warning—or a dare.
And then I shut the thought away. Sealed it in some velvet box in the back of my head. Because that kind of fantasy didn’t belong to this moment.
And my heart already belonged to a man who would kneel before me in worship, and kill for me in the same breath.
Plus, Kenji didn’t just own my body.
He possessed my heart.
I was too far gone to ever come back or ever. . .stray.
As if hearing my thoughts, she cleared her throat.
“Anyway. . .” Hiroko’s hand lifted from my back. Then she stepped away, adjusted the jade ring on her finger, and let out the softest sigh. “I didn’t survive this long by trying to steal what monsters would burn the world to protect.”
We both let out a nervous laugh together, returning to our rightful places—dominatrix student and teacher.
“Nyomi, it is clear you look the part. A little too well. I nearly went off-mission just now. And that never happens.”
We both let out another nervous laugh together.
Hiroko took another step back. “We all have our jobs during this war.”
I eyed her. “What is yours?”
“This morning before the explosions. . .Kenji asked me to monitor the temperature outside this island. He wanted to know the underworld perception as well as chatter among allies and enemies. I’m honored. It tells me that he trusts me to catch signals even his other Ears might miss.”
She brushed the front of her kimono down. “Only a few of us on this island have phones. Fewer still have signal strength. Mine is connected through an encrypted relay—not perfect, but enough to hear when Tokyo’s criminal network flinches.”
That caught me off guard. “And has it been flinching?”
Hiroko’s smile faded, replaced by something cool and assessing. “Several of the Fox’s allies have already fled Japan. Disappeared less than two hours after the bombs went off. Private jets. Quiet, quick departures. No statements to their men.”
She held my gaze. “Those actions. . .it says that they think their friend, the Fox is going to lose this war. . .and they don’t want the Dragon coming for them when the smoke clears.”
My breath tightened.
She tilted her head. “That’s how power works. No one wants to be the last one standing when a monster falls. Everyone scrambles to prove they were never really that close.”
She let the words hang for a beat, then smoothed her sleeves. “Anyway. . . Back to your part in the war.”
I cleared my throat. “Okay.”
“Before you walk down that hall, there are a few things you need to remember.”
I straightened, heartbeat thudding.
“Number one, never walk fast. Fast is what prey does when it senses danger. You are not prey.”
I nodded.
“Walk slowly. Make them wait. Every step should click and echo with entitlement.”
She moved to my side but kept space between us. “Let your hips move, but never wiggle. This isn’t a playground—it’s a throne room. Your body must speak power, not playfulness.”
“Got it.”
“Three. When you enter the war room, never look for a seat or place to stand. Let the room rearrange itself around you.”
The words tightened deep in my chest. I could already feel it—that instinct to scan for a chair or chill in the shadows, to make myself small.
No more.
“Four. When you arrive at the war room, pause before the threshold. This lets them feel you before they see you. It makes the air shift before you enter and trigger all of them to inhale you.”
I swallowed.
“Five. Don’t smile unless you mean to kill.”
That one made my lip twitch.
“Men don’t deserve your warmth unless they’ve earned it. Let them wonder if they’re worthy.”
She circled me. “Six. Your silence should be louder than their voices. Don’t compete with their noise. Drown them in stillness.”
My breath deepened.
“Seven. Men talk too much when they’re nervous. Let them. They’ll reveal more than you ever need to ask.”
I closed my eyes for a second, feeling her words brand themselves beneath my skin.
“Eight. Always enter with the energy of a woman who knows her lover would die for her.”
My eyes fluttered open.
That one hit hard.
Because I did know.
Kenji would burn cities for me. Bleed countries. Slaughter his father. And that was a kind of power I hadn’t fully dared to hold.
Not until now.
“And nine. . .remember this. . .a room full of powerful men is just a room full of little boys who were never properly loved.”