38. Trapped by the Dragon
Chapter thirty-eight
Trapped by the Dragon
Nyomi
In Kenji’s iron-tight hold, my heartbeat hammered in my chest.
Frantic.
Useless.
Like a bird slamming itself against the bars of a cage.
His huge, tattooed arms weren’t just around me. They were walls of flesh and heat, merciless in their hold, locking me so close I could feel the river of his needy pulse surging against mine.
His palm sealed over my mouth.
Firm.
Possessive.
Why hasn’t he said anything yet?
His stillness was worse than violence.
His restraint was savage.
His silence was punishment.
Yet in that silence, I understood that I wasn’t just in his arms. I was inside his hunger. Swallowed whole. Pulse by pulse. A heartbeat pounding inside a beast who ground against me, fed my ache, but refused to let me come.
A beast who would fuck me, wreck me, worship me. . .on his time.
Never mine.
He dragged his cock along the curve of my ass, long, thick, brutal in its threat. Hot enough to sear through the damp slip of my robe, heavy enough to remind me with every breath that he could tear my pussy open and brand himself inside me at will.
A subtle shift came.
His cock’s broad head pressed harder, dragging slow along the seam of my ass.
My pussy throbbed in steady, needy beats that matched the pounding of my heart. Wet heat gathered between my thighs, begging him for more.
Steam curled around us, weaving into the salt of his body and the iron edge of his breath.
When I inhaled, I drowned in him.
Smoke.
Fire.
Hunger.
The furnace of his chest seared into my spine, branding me. My body softened against the prison of his arms, even as every nerve screamed alive—thighs trembling, clit aching, lungs stealing only the air he allowed.
His silence pressed harder than his cock.
And it was enough to break me.
Across from me, the glossy black stone of the shower wall had caught just enough of the light for me to see our reflection shimmering there.
Although the image was fractured a little by the water spray, I could see some of Kenji’s face. I could definitely make out his eyes.
I tensed.
He was staring straight at me, looking at our reflection too.
I widened my eyes.
His mouth curved into a sneer that was cruel and delicious all at the same time.
But it wasn’t his face that froze me.
It was the shadow behind him.
Black.
Thick.
Rising up like smoke made flesh.
Growing along the back wall.
Stretching tall.
Curling around him.
His dragon is here too.
I shivered and didn’t know if that was good or bad.
The few times I had seen that shadow, it had terrified me. I knew I was crazy or living in some fantasy world, but this was never some trick of the light or some one-time odd occurrence with the warping of shadows.
This dragon-shadow felt alive, menacing, and watchful.
Even more, when I saw it, Kenji was stepping into his power.
Why did this. . .dragon-shadow surface now?
I had no idea what the answer could be, just that it was behind us.
Towering.
Breathing.
Claiming the steam, the stone, and the air itself.
Kenji lowered his head to the hollow where my neck met my shoulder and slowly. . .possessively. . .he breathed in my scent. When he finally spoke, his voice was wrecked velvet—low, deranged, fevered, and aching, “Tora. . .you are the criminal. I am the judge. This is your trial.”
I blinked.
“Your first offense, walking into my war room looking so fucking sexy and giving all of my men erections.”
I did my best to not grin.
“Every one of them looked at you, Tora. I saw it—the way their eyes followed your ass, your breasts, your fucking heels. They wanted you.” His cock ground harder against me, brutal, possessive.
“But they don’t get you. No one does. Only me.
If another man so much as touches this pussy, I’ll slit his throat and make you lick the blood from my fingers while I fuck you screaming. ”
That grin left my face and I widened my eyes.
Well. . .damn.
He took the hand not clamped over my mouth and ripped my robe open with a violent tug.
The fabric fell apart in an instant, baring me to the wet air. Steamy heat rushed across my skin, clinging to my breasts, wrapping them in mist and making them gleam, slick and sensitive.
My nipples hardened instantly.
The robe’s loose fabric clung to my arms and sides, useless now.
“Your second offense, putting me in the water, binding me, and taking away my breath while you jacked my cock.” He let out a heavy groan that vibrated through my body.
“Third offense, instead of simply dominating me. . .you turned me completely out until my mind was no longer the same. My very chemistry is altered.”
What?
My breaths came out as broken stutters against his palm, the rhythm of someone unraveling.
“Your fourth offense was leaving me. After what you did. . .you thought you could walk away? I’ll fuck the memory of escape out of you.”
I shook my head against his palm and tried to let out the muffled protest rising from my throat. I didn’t want to give him the quick satisfaction of my surrender. . .not yet. But in his strong arms, the attempt was futile.
“And if you ever leave me like that again. . .I’ll chain you to my bed and fuck you until your pussy forgets what freedom feels like.”
I tried to speak, to explain, but that damn palm remained clamped around my mouth. All I could get out was mumbling.
“No.” He slipped his nose along my skin. “There is no explanation I want to hear from you. No defense. Just punishment.”
Again, I shook my head against his palm, trying to deny him, deny myself. Some wild spark of me still wanted to resist, to prove I wasn’t just his captive. But my body betrayed me—my pussy clenching, my thighs trembling, the sound leaking from my throat not a protest but a moan.
He moved his other hand and grabbed my breast. “You left me starving. Now I’ll feed on you until you can’t stand.”
Fear and lust tornadoed through my body, spinning violently.
My heart boomed with terror, but my pussy pulsed with need.
How could that be?
How could I be trembling on the edge of panic while every nerve begged for his touch?
Kenji had clearly become insane. Danger coiled in every muscle. Violence stitched in his veins.
I should’ve wanted to run, to claw free, to escape before he broke me.
But instead. . .I wanted to ride his cock until my thighs gave out, until the bruises on my hips marked me as his. I wanted to be pinned, stripped, and used. I wanted the punishment only he could give, the kind that hurt so good it rewrote the fear into something holy, something filthy and divine.
My body didn’t care about reason or danger.
It knew only him.
His heat.
His hunger.
His dragon-shadow.
And I ached for all of it.
He began circling his thumb along my nipple in slow teasing movement. “Every step you took away from me. . .I’ll take back with my cock, one brutal thrust at a time.”
Mmmm .
Under his thumb’s attention, my nipple stood tight and aching.
Sweet pleasureful sparks shot through the center of my body.
“I’m going to spend some time with you, Tora. Bending and breaking you. Taking what’s mine.”
The dragon-shadow moved then, a black tide washing over the wall, and my pulse spiked.
“You don’t get gentle tonight. You get my cock’s rage.” He pinched my nipple between his fingers and squeezed.
Hard.
Merciless.
Punishment in sensual touch.
Pain shot through me sharp as a blade. My back arched before I could think, a shriek tearing from my throat, muffled against his palm. It hurt. It burned, yet almost instantly the pain twisted into molten pleasure.
Oh God.
A broken moan slipped from me.
His grip on my nipple didn’t ease. If anything, he squeezed harder, forcing my nipple into a peak of raw ache that hummed all the way down to my pussy.
Oh fuck.
The sharp sting spread through my chest, ricocheting into my belly, dripping heat between my thighs.
I couldn’t separate the agony from the pleasure anymore; it all blurred into the same fire.
Moaning, I writhed against him, but the cage of his body swallowed my movement whole. The sound that left me wasn’t just a moan—it was surrender, guttural and low, a sound that told him he could hurt me, he could keep me, he could do anything. . .and I would still beg for more.
The hand over my mouth stayed where it was, controlling not just my voice but the rhythm of my breathing. The sounds of bliss I made turned into hums caught between his skin and mine.
He shifted his hips. The thick heat of his cock nudged higher, sliding across the curve of my ass and settling at the small of my back.
My head went dizzy knowing what that pierced cock could do to me.
Steam slid over my thighs.
My knees wobbled.
“I should mark you first.” He let out this dark laugh that slithered over every inch of me. “Maybe then, Tora, you’ll remember who you belong to.”
His hand finally left my breast. His palm drifted down over my stomach, slowed, then slipped down to my pussy. His palm settled between my thighs like a verdict.
Oh God yes!
Heat met heat.
Two fingers pressed against my clit, not gentle, not kind. . .just hard enough to make sparks burst through my body.
My knees buckled.
He kept me standing up.
My moan vibrated against his hand still sealed over my mouth.
Muffled.
Shameful.
Desperate.
“Look at you,” His voice was a dark curl of smoke. “Already shaking. Already dripping. One touch and you’re ready to beg for my cock.”
He circled my clit with punishing patience.
Not fast enough to let me climb.
Not soft enough to soothe.
Just this maddening tempo that made my pussy spasm and contract violently around emptiness. It was a hollow ache so fierce it bordered on pain.
I whimpered against his palm.
My hips bucked, searching for more pressure from those fingers, yearning for relief.
“No,” His chest pressed harder into my back. “You don’t get to use me right now. I use you.”
His thumb rolled over my clit, slow. . .then faster, then stopping altogether.
Please. . .Kenji. . .