My breath caught. I’d been right about his sharper cheek bones not meaning he’d lost weight. If anything, he packed on a few more pounds of muscle and was even more cut. A tattoo of a dragon with red diamond eyes covered his entire chest. Its tail extended down his right arm, blending with several other tats to form a sleeve. His left arm remained bare, but I’d bet money that his back was covered in ink too. It made me want to go to him, turn him around and get a good look at all his excellent new artwork.

But we didn’t have that kind of relationship. Not anymore.

And even if we did, the first thing he signed to me was, “Don’t turn around.”

I remained where I was, deeply aware of my naked form.

Without my daily walks to and from the train stations all over Tokyo, I’d gained the freshman fifteen and then some. And yeah, I represented for the cute and chubby club--especially on the rare occasion that I could drag Lena out for drinks. But it was kind of hard to be as body positive as I wanted to be when somebody was assessing all the changes in me for the first time in four years.

“Stay facing the mirror, no matter what,” he signed. His eyes were so flat and dark. They seemed to suck all the soft lighting out of the room as he opened a gold foil square.

You’d think having my back to him would be some kind of reprieve, but it made it even worse. Like having to watch the Chinese version of Candyman put on a condom before he started walking toward you.

Victor stopped directly behind me, so close I could feel the heat coming off his hard body.

He raised one hand above my shoulder so that I could see him sign, “What do you think of me now?”

Air expelled from my mouth. A breath disguised as a shudder. But I told him the truth. “I think you’re a monster.”

He smiled. Not for real, though. It was that same malevolent grin he’d given me down in the car right before he pulled out a ring.

He took my breasts in his hands and hauled me back against his body. His cock pressed into my spine, hard as steel as he worked my tits. Caressing them, rubbing them, tweaking the nipples until they turned into tight, aching buds. Both my body and mind were unprepared for what the sight of him manhandling my breasts in the mirror would do to me. Lightning bolts of pleasure zapped straight down to my core, making me squirm. Making me want more.

I was panting by the time he abruptly released one breast.

“Watch this monster,” he signed single-handedly, spelling out the signs that required both hands. “Watch him make you wet. Watch him make you beg.”