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At first, I didn’t realize what I had just said. But when the eyes of my kidnapper lit up like the fire was ignited in them, my stomach sank. It wasn’t wise to give him ammunition, yet I wasn’t thinking. It was my first time with my very own stalker. Mistakes were understandable.

“Y-you don’t need to,” I stammered, clenching my palms into fists .

I couldn't vouch for myself. My head was completely fucked up. My imagination was on the highest performance level, picturing the man of my dreams being covered from head to toe and holding me captive. If he touched me...

The abductor stopped behind me, his vast body throwing an unnerving shadow on the ground.

Not seeing him directly made me restless even more than I already was, and when I felt his fingers on my skin, I flinched like a jolt of electricity had shot me.

The fear blended with excitement, heightening my senses.

My body tensed, not knowing what to expect.

“Are you scared, Valeria?” he asked in a husky whisper.

His mouth was next to my ear, and a chill ran up my spine.

His hand moved leisurely down the back of my neck to the hem of my sweater, caressing my skin gently.

The mask’s fabric was harsh against my cheek when he brushed his nose along my face, yet his touch wasn’t violent or aggressive—just the opposite.

It was subtle and tender, even calming. It felt like he enjoyed every inch of me he could touch, and my skin tingled with long-forgotten delight.

I should have been scared to the bones, screaming and kicking to get out of there, but I was chained not only by restraints but also by the pleasure he unlocked.

Closing my eyes briefly, I instinctively tilted my head, giving him better access to my neck. He instantly used the opportunity, wrapping one hand around my throat like a necklace and moving the other down to my chest.

“Fuck, Valeria,” he breathed into my ear, cupping my breast. “You’re so perfect.”

A quiet moan left my lips, and I pressed them into a line to stop another from escaping. I grabbed the armrests with my hands, digging my feet into the floor. My brain stopped functioning after all the stress, and even when I knew this was ultimately wrong, I enjoyed every fucking second of it.

Kidnapped, tied to a chair, and unable to move with a psychopath having his hand under my sweater, playing me like his favorite instrument, I lost myself in this ridiculous illusion.

My mind was playing tricks on me. This absurd situation made my common sense disappear. I confused reality with a wild dream or some dark fantasy and considered it a great escape from my problems. At least momentarily, I could get away from Chester and all the trouble he caused.

“That’s enough for today. ”

I snapped open my eyes, waking from my reverie, when the deep voice reached my ears.

“Oh, God,” I breathed, the blood rushing to my head, reddening my cheeks. “I almost…”

The words died on my tongue when he entered my line of view and crouched before me.

“If you want me to finish it—” he started, deepening my frustration from my ruined orgasm and destroyed fantasy.

“Are you insane ?” I cut him off, fighting with the clamps around my wrists and ankles. “You chained me to a chair!”

My dignity had been trampled on. I was disgusted by my own body. Shame quickly spread into every cell, and I felt dirty and dishonorable.

What the fuck happened to me? Have I completely lost my mind? I was still married, for Christ’s sake!

“And you love it,” he said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

“You’re sick!” I continued my outburst, yet he didn’t look fazed at all. It was almost as if he expected me to react this way.

“Probably.” He nodded in agreement, standing up. “But at least I’m not embarrassed about what I like.”

“This is what you like?” I stared at him in disbelief, ignoring the pain in my head that returned with full force.

“Yes, and much more, mon c?ur.” He placed a hand on my cheek, but I jerked it away. However, he grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look into his deadly, serious eyes.

“I will stalk you, chase you, play with you like a cat is playing with a mouse before lunchtime.” My breath hitched in my throat; his words excited me more than I would ever imagine or admit.

“And then I will feast on you. You will serve as the appetizer, main course, and dessert. I will ruin you, take everything your body has to offer, and then I’ll wait until you come back for more. ”

“Never!” I rumbled, surprised by my strong voice that echoed from the walls, but he only chuckled .

“You’ll be begging for more, Valeria. I promise you that.”

His unshakable confidence was getting on my nerves, and I swore if I got out of this alive, I would never let him win. The cocky bastard kidnapped me, tried to get into my pants, and threatened me. I should call the police ASAP.

“We’ll see, tiger.” I shrugged, giving him a mordant glare. “But remember that this gazelle knows how to run.”

Sparks of joy and excitement danced in my kidnapper’s irises when he leaned down to my eye level, our noses almost touching as we held each other’s stare.

“Challenge accepted,” he growled, and my heart skipped a beat. It was the beginning of my end. I felt it in my bones. “Now, let’s get you home, shall we?”