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At eleven pm, my phone beeped again when I was comfortably lying in my new bed, listening to calming music and thinking about Zyon and his dark eyes.

An incoming message interrupted my fantasy, and I groaned, retracting my hand from my pussy.

I glared at the screen, rolling my eyes at a text from my stalker.

Unknown Number : You had a busy day, mon c?ur. You must be exhausted. Do you want a massage?

Valeria : Don’t you have better things to do than watch me?

I turned on my stomach, pressing my face into the cushion. My ears expected to hear the sound of another text, but it was dead silence in the room. A few long moments passed, and when nothing came, I returned to my previous activity.

An image of Zyon, dressed in all black with an axe in his hand, danced before my eyes when my fingers teased my pussy, and I moaned into the mattress.

Spreading my thighs wider, I put pressure on my clit, and a wave of delight shot through me.

I wriggled my hips against my hand, drawing more pleasure from my movements, my body singing in satisfaction.

The knot in my lower abdomen was tightening, and I expected an intense climax with Zyon’s name on my lips.

But just when I was about to reach my peak, my cover was thrown off me, and a low chuckle echoed around the walls.

“Do you need a hand, mon c?ur?” my stalker asked, his deep voice cutting through my skull like a screwdriver. Mortified, I turned on my back, pulling my hand, moistened with my juices, out of my underwear.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I hissed, glaring at him as he tilted his head. His massive figure threw a shadow on my bed. The street lamp enlightened the room dimly, providing my stalker with a perfect hideout. I didn’t see his eyes or the mask on his face while he could see me clearly.

“Enjoying the show,” he replied matter-of-factly, coming closer, and I moved away. “Did I interrupt you at the finish line?” he mocked, kneeling on the mattress. I gulped, trying to get from his reach, but he was quicker and stronger than me.

“Where are you going?” he asked innocently when I wanted to run away, grabbing my arm and pulling me back. Within three seconds, I was pinned to the mattress with my hands above my head, wriggling.

“Let me go!” I yelled, but he only chuckled; a smell of mint hit my nose, and I realized he wasn’t wearing a mask.

Tilting my head to both sides to catch a glimpse of him, he laughed at my pointless attempts to see him.

His face was merely an inch from mine, but the darkness and the hoodie pulled over his head completely covered him.

“Who were you fantasizing about, Valeria?” he asked with his lips on my cheek. I groaned, trying to free my hands and kick my legs to get him off of me. But he was as heavy as a truck.

“Not you!” I spat, squirming as much as I could.

“Then who?” he hissed, holding my wrists with one of his hands dressed in leather gloves and the other taking hold of my throat. His profound voice sent shivers down my spine, and fear overcame my every thought .

“Was it one of the mob triplets?” he continued, the unfamiliar heat spreading from my lower abdomen. His obvious jealousy and insane possessiveness stirred something crazy inside me. “I saw him leaving your apartment. Was. It. Him?”

“None of your fucking business!” I shouted right in his face, gasping when he pressed his hips into my core. I felt his erection through his pants, discovering the immediate danger. Yet instead of being frightened, my pussy clenched, and I almost whined in irritation. This couldn’t be happening!

“ Was. It. Him. Valeria? ” my stalker growled like a rabid animal, reminding me of his hand on my throat with a light squeeze. I was confused because he was angry but wasn’t hurting me. He surely could beat the answer out of me, yet he only barked but didn’t bite.

“Yes!” I responded, putting every bit of defiance I was capable of into that one word.

“Fine.” He chuckled darkly, but there was no amusement in his little laugh. “Let’s see if he’s better than me.”

The hand disappeared from my throat, and I frantically searched the darkness for some clue of his plans. But then I felt rope on my skin, tightening around my wrists, and pure panic settled in my chest.

“What are you doing?” I gasped when he straddled me and tied the rope to the headboard. I tried to move, but it held me in place with my arms stretched above my head.

“What are you doing?” I repeated in a trembling voice when he knelt between my legs and placed his hands on my thighs, spreading them.

“Which one of the triplets got your attention, huh?” he asked, ignoring my questions. The gloves’ leather was cold against my hot skin, bringing goosebumps with every move.

“What?” I squealed when he clutched my thighs, kneading them and slowly moving up to my hips.

“Answer the question, Valeria,” he demanded. I bit my lip, embarrassed to admit my interest in Zyon to someone else. I was breathing hard, my heart galloping like a wild horse, my body more aroused than ever before.

It was utterly absurd. My stalker had me tied up. He questioned me about another man like I had committed a deadly sin, and he was clearly upset about his findings. But I was preoccupied with thinking about his fingers on my body that brushed dangerously close to my soaking panties.

“It’s not important,” I stated, hating the fabric of my nightgown uncomfortably grating against my erect nipples. I despised the reaction of my body to his unconsented touch.

My skin tingled with every move of his hand; my core was constricting and desperate for some action. I didn’t know him. For all I knew, he could be a psychopath or a serial killer, but that treacherous thing between my legs didn’t care.

“ Which. One? ” he roared, making me wince. He roughly tore off my panties, bringing my dripping wetness to light. I gulped, shaking from fear and excitement, not comprehending what was happening to me.

“Zyon,” I whispered.

He pinned my thighs to the mattress and lay between my legs. A whimper escaped my lips when his breath fanned my exposed pussy.

“If you want me to stop, now would be the right time, Valeria,” he muttered against me, blowing air on it, and I wriggled my hips.

Closing my eyes, I realized I hadn’t said anything to stop him, but the words died on my tongue.

I wanted to fight him, scream at him, kick or punch him, yet I didn’t do anything to prevent his mouth from attacking my pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed as quietly as possible when he licked me from my hole to my clit, sucking my sensitive bud between his teeth and darting his tongue against it. I pulled at the restraints, groaning in frustration over this situation.

“Imagine him, Valeria,” my stalker growled between the long licks, and I moaned, pressing my head into the soft cushion. “Imagine the man you want to give you pleasure.”

He seized my nightgown and ripped it open, revealing my chest. His hands grabbed my breasts, tugging and rolling my nipples while his mouth returned to my pussy.

My breathing grew heavier with every flick of his tongue, and when his thumb pushed against my clit, his gloved finger entered me, and he licked around it. I almost screamed.

An image of Zyon’s sinister black eyes glared back at me when I whined and arched my hips against my stalker’s mouth .

“Fuck, you’re wet, mon c?ur,” he chirped happily, but my attention was directed elsewhere. My mind was a blur, my skin quivered, and my body writhed in magical intoxication caused by his skilled fingers and my wild imagination. “Come for me, Valeria. Don’t make me wait.”

He drove me over the edge into the sweet nothingness, and I moaned and gasped for air, digging my nails into the rope that cut my skin.

“Shit, that was a great show,” he purred, bringing me back to reality when he cupped my chin. His glove was moistened with my pussy juices, and he smeared them on my dry lips.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded. I slowly obeyed, fascinated by the calmness that settled in my chest. “Tongue out.”

I darted it out, not knowing what to expect, when a few drops fell on it, and I tasted something unfamiliar.

“Swallow, mon c?ur,” he whispered, his nose almost brushing my cheek. “Taste yourself.” He gently pushed my jaw, so I closed my mouth and gulped, staring at the dark silhouette hovering over me. “So perfect.” He traced the line of my chin and gently pecked my lips, caressing my skin.

“Free me, please,” I begged, tugging on the restraints. He hesitated for a moment but released my wrists, and a sigh of contentment left my throat. Carefully, I placed my palms on his shoulders, slowly moving them to his face, but he stopped me when I got to his neck.

“Why not?” I asked quietly. All kinds of reasons for his secretiveness popped into my overthinking mind.

“Maybe one day, when you’re ready,” he replied in a low, strained voice, and my eyes widened. I heard that exact tone and color of voice when Zyon asked me if my head had been checked out. Could he be?

“Why did you tell me to imagine another man?” I blurted out, desperately trying to find some clue. I clutched his hoodie with my hand and wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him closer .

“Because it was the last time you’ll think about him. Starting now, I'm the only man permanently living in your head,” he stated with unshakable confidence, chuckling when I tried to see him.

“You can't control who I fantasize about,” I snarled, refusing to give up on my mission when he was so close to me. But he had different plans and quickly immobilized me.

“We’ll see, mon c?ur. Are you craving another round?” he asked huskily, holding my hands beside my head. I tried to fight him, yet nothing changed from my previous attempts. It was like pushing against a brick wall.

“I crave to see your face!” I rumbled, kicking my legs.

“I already told you, Valeria. Maybe one day, you’ll see it,” he replied nonchalantly, pinning me down to the mattress so I couldn’t move.

“So I’m only a temporary distraction?” I snapped, giving him my hardest glare, and his hold on my wrists tensed. “Before you find another victim to stalk and take advantage of?”

“No!” he shouted, roughly grabbing my jaw, and I whimpered. “There won’t ever be another woman, Valeria! Only you.”

“You’re sick!” I spat, shaking with anger.

“And you love it,” he countered, gently biting my nose, which was in big contrast with his previous behavior. I groaned like a wounded animal, showing my disapproval when a throaty laugh left his mouth. He placed a kiss on my cheek and pulled away.

Instantly, when he let me go, I grasped the blanket and covered my naked body, shielding myself from him.

“Get out, or I’ll call the police!” I threatened, watching his massive figure standing before the window.

“Stop making empty threats, Valeria,” he uttered, walking to the door. “We both know you enjoyed every second of it.”

I took the first thing within my reach and threw it at him. Swiftly, he hid behind the door, and the book crashed with the wooden surface and fell on the floor with a thud .

“See you around, mon c?ur!” he shouted from the hall.

I whined in frustration. There wasn’t any logical explanation for what I permitted him to do to me, and I dreaded looking at myself in the mirror.

I dreamed about Zyon Zhumagulov. I was married to Chester Kellerman and allowed the psychopathic masked stalker to give me the best oral sex ever while I was tied to the bed.

I was in dire need of medication. That was for sure.