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Valeria

I fell asleep again. The dead body, exercising, and the trip into my past took their toll on me, and my body needed to restore some energy.

The bed and Zefarin's arms were just too comfortable to refuse the temptation of enjoying them. My mind quickly drifted into a deep slumber, and I woke up only when a weird scratching sound reached my ears and disturbed my dream.

With my eyes still closed, I stretched my arms above my head and yawned. My head was pressed into a comfortable cushion, and I was covered with a blanket. But my attention was drawn to the quick, heavy breathing from my right side.

I peeked open my eyes, expecting to see the familiar skull mask, but instead, I was welcomed by the enormous black muzzle of the scariest dog I ever saw.

Its dark brown eyes were set on me, watching me as if I were a meal.

My breathing seized as I stared at the beast, musing if I had a chance to escape when I heard the steps.

"Bluff," Zefarin barked, and the dog whipped his head toward him. "I told you to guard her, not wake her up."

The dog lay on his stomach and rested his head on his front paws. He flashed me an innocent look, making me forget I almost peed myself a second ago.

"I'm sorry, Valeria, if he scared you," Zefarin said, pulling his oversized hoodie over his head, and my heart skipped a beat. Still, under it was only a black shirt with long sleeves that completely covered his skin, yet his ripped muscles were visible, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I watched his muscled back as he opened a paper bag placed on the wooden stool, took out two boxes, and turned to me.

"We have noodles, Thai food, and burgers," he announced, sitting on the bed. "What's your pick, my lady?"

"All of it," I replied, yanking the box closest to me from his hand. He chuckled, passing me napkins and sticks while he unwrapped a mouthwatering burger with double meat, bacon, and cheese. The dog whined at the end of the bed, licking his mouth, and Zefarin threw him a generous piece.

"What do you do for a living, Zefarin?" I asked, starting a casual conversation. I focused on chewing my noodles, but I also needed to discover something more about him. I was at a considerable disadvantage. I barely knew his name while he had information about everything.

"Do you think I have time to stalk you and work regular hours?" he countered, throwing another piece of burger to his dog.

"Well." I looked around, seeing only one bulb, a lamp on the nightstand, and the enormous bed.

But the sheets were made of expensive material, and the mahogany wood from which the bed was made wasn't cheap either.

"That would explain why you live in a warehouse, but it wouldn't clarify your expensive taste and the dog that eats almost as much as an adult male. "

I threw him a pointed look, knowing he smiled under his mask.

"So, you're saying I'm poor and rich at the same time?" He stood up and brought the bag with the second burger and coke. I exchanged the noodles for the meat, thinking about his question.

"I think," I started after a moment of gathering everything I knew about him.

Basically, I imagined what it would look like if he were Zyon.

"You're rich, but this is a great hideout.

You picked this place because," I wrinkled my nose, tapping the stick against my chin and pondering why someone would want this warehouse, "it's in a great location, or no one would ever try to find you here.

Yet you're not able to give up on some luxury. "

"You're right, mon c?ur," he sighed theatrically that I uncovered his secret, and I smiled victoriously.

"But I'm not just rich." He shrugged nonchalantly, sitting back on the bed and gently wiping the mayonnaise from my mouth.

My stomach fluttered, and for a moment, I couldn't tear my eyes from his.

"I own a two-hundred-million-dollar yacht parked in private docks in the Bahamas," he disclosed, tenderly brushing his fingers along my jaw. "With a three-story house and three hundred acres of land."

"It sounds like paradise," I whispered, my heartbeat intensifying. "Why didn't you imprison me there?"

The low chuckle that always made my insides quiver with delight escaped his lips, and he leaned closer so our noses almost touched.

"You're not a prisoner, Valeria," he whispered, his finger grazing my neck. "But I can tie you to bed if you wish so."

"For what reason?" I asked quietly, imagining very inappropriate scenarios.

"To make you forget about reality," he replied, his hand moving to my breast. "We still have a few hours until you should return from work."

"That's a tempting offer." I sank my teeth into my lower lip when his palm cupped my breast, and my body heated up as I watched his index finger circling my nipple through the thin fabric of my sweater.

"It's up to you, mon c?ur," he uttered in a sensual whisper. "Will you allow me to worship you?"

I inhaled a few shaky breaths, fisting the bedsheets while Zefarin's hand-rolled up my sweater and exposed my skin.

The cold leather glove starkly contrasted with my heated body, and I released a hushed moan.

Tilting my head back, I closed my eyes, enjoying his touches that ignited the fire in my chest.

My panties were drenched with desire, and I hated my leggings for standing in the way of my pussy. He caressed it through the thin textile, making me wriggle impatiently. I wanted more of him. I craved everything.

"Is it a yes, Valeria?" Zefarin asked, pressing his thumb over my pulsating clit. I whimpered, looking at him through hooded eyes.

"Yes," I breathed, gasping for air when his hand shot up and wrapped around my neck. His thumb stroked my lower lip while he watched my mouth as if enchanted.

"Wonderful." He sat on his heels, his eyes glistening with excitement. "I'll get rid of the dog and get you prepared."

"What?" I whispered, staring at him as he jumped from the bed and opened the door close to the headboard I hadn't noticed before. Bluff instantly ran there, and Zefarin threw the second burger behind him. A giggle left my mouth, watching him climb the bed and look at me as if I were a Goddess.

"Now, I'm all yours, my lady," he claimed, his eyes reflecting happiness that I couldn't see on his face.

"You're mine since the moment you saw me," I teased, wiggling my eyebrows. "Don't pretend that the dog had your full attention."

"Very true," he sighed, shrugging and lowering his gaze as if ashamed. "You're my biggest obsession, Valeria."

He nested beside me, roaming my body with his hungry, passionate eyes that could express anything he felt. His rough hands pushed my sweater up, exposing my chest, and he motioned for me to lift my arms and then pulled it over my head.

I gasped when the cold air attacked my skin, but my attention was quickly directed elsewhere. Zefarin hooked his fingers into the hem of my leggings and slowly removed them. My eyes were glued to his palms that caressed my ankles, moving up leisurely, enjoying every inch he could touch.

I felt my pussy clenching just from watching him touch me. His hands were gentle but firm and demanding, escalating pleasure that traveled into my every cell. My senses were clouded with bliss when he stroked my thighs, and I noticed his breathing growing heavy.

"Will you tell me about this?" His profound voice disturbed my aroused state, and I looked down at his thumb, grazing the lines of my panda tattoo. Zefarin touched my chin, bringing my eyes back to his, and a lump formed in my throat when the emotions from the past mixed with my feelings for him .

"You don't have to if you don't want to, mon c?ur," he whispered soothingly, caressing my face.

I inhaled deeply, remembering the day I placed this little reminder on my skin. It was a week before Zara was born—before my entire world turned upside down—and I found the permanent meaning in life.

"It's a reminder of my parents," I said, looking at the smiling panda holding a daisy close to its heart. "Mom called Dad a grinning panda because he was always in a great mood, and her name was Daisy."

"It's beautifully thoughtful," Zefarin uttered quietly, kneading my thigh. "You have them with you forever."

"I don't want to think about them right now," I said, shoving the memories of my past back where they belonged—into the deepest corners of my mind. "I want you."

The fierceness of his gaze almost set me on fire. In one swift movement, he removed my drenched panties and took out the black silky scarves from the nightstand.

"Tell me your safe word, Valeria," Zefarin commanded in an unusually harsh tone, strained by lust and desire. I shuddered, unsure what he wanted to hear.

"Safe word?" I repeated, fixed on his white eyes.

"Yes," he confirmed, placing his hand on my hip and slowly moving it up.

Goosebumps erected on my entire body, and my breathing scampered.

"I'm going to tie you to the headboard and blindfold you, mon c?ur.

" He cupped my breast and pinched my nipple, making me gasp.

"You'll be completely in my mercy. If it's too much, you need a means to stop me. "

"I trust you," I breathed, realizing this was probably my darkest fantasy coming to life. Him chasing me around my apartment was one thing, but this? I’d never been so aroused by only talking in my life.

"You trust your stalker, Valeria?" he asked with amusement evident in his voice, playing with my breast. "Do you hear how absurd it sounds?"

"If you wanted to…" I gulped, distracted by his hand, "hurt me, you would've done it ages ago."

"Maybe I want to hurt you differently," he countered, his touches diverting my mind from the conversation. But then he pinched my nipple harshly, making me squeal and kick my foot. "Your safe word, Valeria," he ordered, soothing my sore, hardened bud.

Blinking at the skull mask that suddenly looked sinister, I imagined a few terrible things that could happen to me in this den, but also all the terrific experiences I could go through.

The bolt of lightning coming from outside disturbed my confused thoughts, and I flinched at the sound. Zefarin's eyes observed my every move, and his facial expression reminded me that he awaited my answer.

"Lightning," I whispered, deciding to take a leap of faith. This adventure was too exciting to end because I wasn't courageous enough. "My safe word is lightning."

"Very well, mon c?ur," he said, evidently pleased by my response. Maybe he was worried for a second that I'd put an abrupt stop to our game, but he didn't hesitate when the imaginary green light enlightened the entire dark space of the warehouse.

Watching Zefarin taking one of the scarves, I inhaled sharply as he wrapped it around my wrist and lifted my arm toward the corner of the headboard where he tied it. He did the same with my other arm and spread my legs, exposing my wet pussy.

"Gorgeous," he breathed, kneeling between my legs and placing his hands on my thighs. "I can't wait to taste you again, mon c?ur," he whispered, folding the third scarf. "Ready?"

"Yes," I muttered, feeling waves of excitement attacking my insides, making them quiver and tremble. My pussy clenched with anticipation, and I shivered when he placed the scarf over my eyes.

"Delicious little plaything," Zefarin growled into my ear when he secured the blindfold. "I can finally do whatever I want with you."