Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Not a little. You were insanely possessive.”
“And that was way before I pushed my cock inside of you. Right?”
“Yes, but—”
“You thought that after I got your pussy,” He leaned his head to the side. “That I was going to be calm when you were concerned?”
“I want you to let your aunts go.”
Sighing, he backed up and slowly crossed his muscular arms over his chest. “If I let my aunts go, we would need some clear rules first.”
“Rules?”
“Yes.”
“Fine, Lei. Let me hear your rules.”
“First, never leave the Palace without telling me.”
I blinked. “I didn’t even know I was leaving—”
“Exactly. Which brings us to rule number two, don’t go in the Palace’s secret tunnels without me.”
“Well. . .I already learned that rule from your aunts.”
“I bet you learned that while you were in the tunnels.”
“Maybe.”
He grinned.
“Rules or not, let them go. They were a big help today—”
“They were a big fucking problem.”
“I loved the ladies-in-waiting that your aunts chose.”
He frowned then nodded his head as if he were being forced to do so. “Fine. The ladies-in-waiting were an excellent pick. That’s why I took ten days off.”
“You’re going to take more than that off.”
“Am I?”
“Yes. Especially, if you think you’re getting any pussy today.”
He quirked his brows. “Oh, is that so?”
“Yes.”
Lowering his arms, he stepped closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief and something darker, something that made my heart pound in my chest. “You would deny my cock, in order to save my aunts?”
“Yes,” I tried to sound assertive, but my voice trembled with anticipation. “I also have other conditions.”
“Before we get to these other conditions, tell me something.”
“O-kay?”
“What does being pussy whipped mean?”
I blinked and tried not to laugh. “Lei, where are you going with this?”
He didn’t laugh with me. Instead, his face went neutral. “What are the signs?”
This was not the direction I expected our conversation to take.
I let out a long breath. “Did someone say you were pussy whipped?”
His eyes took on this dangerous, yet seductive glint. “Please, answer the question.”
“Alright. Fine. Being pussy whipped means that a man is submissive or yielding to a woman because of his sexual desire for her.”
“And the signs?”
“Well. . .I guess it’s. . .being overly eager to please her, prioritizing her happiness and desires above his own, doing whatever she says—”
“Do I act that way with you?”
“No. I would say you are overbearing, controlling, and pretty damn stubborn when it comes to me. The very opposite of being pussy whipped.”
He chuckled, and his hand found its way back to my face, cradling it tenderly as he looked deep into my eyes. “But then. . .why do I desperately want to submit to everything you want right now? Why do I feel. . .bound to you. . .by desire? By love? By passion. . .forever.”
His words hung in the air between us like an intimate secret.
“Because. . .” I smirked. “You’re finally realizing that I am smart and always right.”
“Aww. That’s what it is?”
“Yes.”
He slipped his fingers down to my neck. “I have another question.”
“Go ahead.”
“When we were in the car and you were going back and forth with Chen, did you want me to jump in?”
I blinked.
Somehow he caught me off guard yet again.
I swallowed. “No, I didn’t want you to jump in. I had it.”
“And if you ever think you don’t have control of the situation and need me to jump in, will you give me a signal?”
“What sort of signal?”
“Place your hand over your heart and look at me.” In that moment, Lei did just that. He moved his hand from my neck, slipped those fingers further down, and rested it over my pounding heart.
Next, he stared at me with so much intensity, I melted. “This is our signal.”
“And will you do the same, Lei?”
“I will.”
“You do that, and. . .I’ll come to the rescue. I may not know how to fight but—”
“You would always find a way to save me. You’re strong and smart.”
I blushed.
He kept his hand over my heart. “What you said in the car. . .those statements. . .they took us to a very different place.”
“What statements?”
“You promised to be my Mountain Mistress, represent the East, and do your best.”
“I did.”
“That puts you in a special position with me.”
I eyed him. “Tell me more.”
Lei moved his hand from me and pointed to the carved dragon hand railing. “When my father took you on his tour, did he tell you the story about the Dragon’s Three Wishes?”
Curious, I shook my head. “No, he didn’t. What’s the story?”
Lei smiled. “This dragon is based on that story. It’s a tale my mother used to tell me when I was little.”
“And how does that relate to your aunts being free.”
“Oh, it completely relates.”
I eyed him. “Then, tell me the story.”
Chapter twenty
The Dragon’s Three Wishes
Monique
Lei looked at the dragon. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl who got lost in a cave and stumbled upon a dangerous yet sleeping dragon, lounging on all of his treasure. She was scared at first, but then she noticed how peacefully he slept, and her fear turned into curiosity.”