Who had been inside it?
Her amber-plum scent hung in the air. I went to her desk and touched the back of her chair. It was still warm.
Where the fuck is she?
Her guard answered when I called and said she was in our bedroom waiting for me.
I went there immediately and saw that yet again she was not there either. I sneered and fisted my free hand.
What the fuck?!
Rage blazed through me.
Why would they say that she’s here, if. . .
Then I noticed something on the bed. Laid out across the black cover was a dazzling tuxedo done in this luxurious black.
Tora. . .did you tell your guards to get me here?
I walked over and set my mother’s book down. That was when I spotted the large note next to the tuxedo.
It was thick card stock and cream-colored. The handwriting was unhurried.
I could see her writing this—bent over her desk, her breasts hanging forward, and her throat exposed.
I wanted my mouth on that throat.
Biting it.
Tasting her blood.
I wanted to feel her pulse jump under my tongue.
My teeth.
I wanted my cock so deep inside her that she couldn't remember the shape of a world without me in it.
She must have known that if I caught her today. . .she’d be bouncing on my cock instead of finishing plans for this party.
I looked at the card again.
To the Dragon.
Grinning, I picked the card up and turned it over.
I dressed you tonight because I wanted my hands on you before anyone else got the chance.
Consider it foreplay.
Every button you close.
Every cuff you fasten.
Every inch of fabric touching your skin. . .that's me.
Touching you.
Yearning for you.
