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Zyon

A loud groan of irritation left my lips, and I tilted my head back, my eyes fixed on the white ceiling in my bedroom. A skilled mouth and slick tongue were taking care of my dick, and all I had to do was to enjoy the ride, but it just wasn't enough.

Delilah was always my first choice when fulfilling my desires, yet her efforts were futile tonight. My rock-solid cock craved to choke another redhead. My ears yearned to hear another woman gagging on it.

My entire body tingled with the need to grab the back of Valeria's neck and taste her delicate ivory skin, smell her gentle lavender perfume, and feel her touch.

I was slowly dying with a primal desire for her to be on her knees, blowing my brains out.

I was screwed, undoubtedly lost in a swirl of pure obsession with a goddess who owned my every thought.

Fuck!

I looked down at a wave of naturally orange hair bobbing up and down my cock, and I couldn't stop my mind from comparing Delilah to Valeria.

My current woman missed an elegance when she walked into the room.

Even scared to the bones, Valeria emitted strength and grace.

Her gorgeous face showed determination to survive the unpleasant situation without harm.

She used her intelligence to her benefit, knowing she couldn't hide behind her cute expression and tears of fear .

Delilah often tried to manipulate me with her idiotic antics and childish attitude, and I hated it with everything in me. I allowed her to stay around only because she was perfect in bed. But her place by my side was threatened, and she didn't even notice it.

"You're thinking too much, Zee," she chirped, moving her hand along the length of my dick.

"You're not here to muse about my thoughts," I growled in a low, husky voice, pushing her back. She obediently opened her mouth, took me in again, and continued her work.

I watched as the tears welled in her green eyes when the tip of my cock touched the back of her throat, but every cell in my body screamed it was wrong. Delilah was only a woman who gained her status because she served me in every way I wanted.

She had no dignity when it came to my requirements.

She never dared say no to anything because it would risk her position.

I had no respect for her. A woman without boundaries who didn't know her worth and was willing to do anything for money was nothing to me.

I valued a good, comfortable couch more than her.

Closing my eyes, I saw a live image of the most beautiful woman I ever met. Her big grey-blue eyes were full of admiration, cherry-red hair framed her cute face, and her plump crimson lips invited me to kiss them.

In my vivid half-dream, she was dressed in white lacy lingerie that barely covered her breasts and left nothing to the imagination. A tiny tattoo on her thigh haunted me since the moment Malin mentioned it, and when she took Delilah's position between my legs, I was lost.

It was such a wild fantasy, imagining someone I only met once as she took care of me in the most intimate way.

But I couldn't help myself. Seeing her was like watching an angel, even in my barely conscious state.

She was exquisite and tender. At the same time, she was firm and delicate, strong and fragile. She was everything I ever dreamed of.

The orgasm I experienced was mind-blowing. The colorful dots danced in front of my eyes, and my heart almost exploded. A few seconds later, I realized my fingers were tangled in Delilah's hair, and her face was covered with my cum.

It felt like someone threw a bucket of ice-cold water over me, and I was violently dragged back to reality, to the woman I didn't want around me anymore .

My stomach twisted with disgust, and I quickly rose to my feet, almost knocking her to the ground. I grabbed napkins from the nightstand and handed them to her, trying to avoid looking at her.

Never before had I experienced such a gnawing guilt. It felt like I was unfaithful to Valeria, and I’d horribly betrayed her. There was nothing between us, and I’d already lost my common sense. My brain packed its suitcases and left me drowning in the chaos she caused.

What the fuck happened to me?

Valeria enchanted me and put me under her spell, and I had no idea how to fight it. I was a prisoner of her stunning eyes. She held me captive in my own poor existence, and I was going crazy from it.

"Zyon, are you okay?" Delilah asked, her voice screeching in my ears. Swiftly, I pulled up my pants and buttoned my shirt, leaving her in the bedroom without an explanation.

I ran out of the door into the cold night, inhaling deeply.

Two of my bodyguards were sitting on the stairs, playing cards and smoking, but when they saw me, they instantly stood up, looking at me curiously.

When I decided to stay home, I only left in the middle of the night because of some emergency.

They were used to relaxing during the night shifts.

"Everything okay, boss?" Jamal asked, furrowing his eyebrows. I probably looked like someone was chasing me.

"Give me the keys," I barked, stretching my arm in his direction. My Maserati was parked only a few feet away, and I needed to clear my head. I felt trapped in the three-story luxurious house with a woman I couldn't even look at.

Jamal quickly fished the car keys from his pocket, glancing at me worriedly. I narrowed my eyes at him when he shifted his weight from one leg to another, hesitantly handing me the damn thing.

"Can I go with you?" he inquired, his brown eyes boring into mine. When I took over the family business, I surrounded myself with loyal people, and Jamal was at the top of that list .

He was an immigrant from Nigeria. He and his two sisters ran away from their homeland to find a better place to live, but they only found misery in America.

His younger sister was raped when she was on her way home from work, and it was only the beginning.

The twenty-year-old boy craved revenge and got involved in messy things because of it.

I found him on the street, shot in the chest, bleeding to death. My protective instinct won a battle with my brain, and I drove him to the hospital, paid the medical bills, and listened to his story.

Two weeks after he was discharged, I made him an offer, and he took it without hesitation. Thanks to his work for me, his sisters could fulfill their dreams. They had a home, food, and enough money to live a decent life. And he never forgot to express gratitude for what I had done for him.

"No. I need to be alone," I replied, yanking the keys from his grasp. He didn't deserve my rude behavior, and I saw the concern on his face, but I wasn't in the mood for company. He would only ask questions I couldn't answer.

"I'll go behind you," he suggested, following me to my car.

I sighed exasperatedly. He was one of the few people who could oppose my decisions. For an unknown observer, he was only a bodyguard. For me, he was like a son.

"Which part of I need to be alone didn't you understand?" I rumbled, turning to face him. His skin was as dark as night, and the white shirt literally shone on him. I often admired how good he looked in those crazy, colorful t-shirts he loved wearing during his free time.

"You can't go alone, sir," he answered, holding my gaze. Much more powerful men shook in fear from me, but not him. He knew I would never hurt him.

"Can't I?" I spat, glaring at him. My previous frustration turned into hot anger, and even when I didn't want to take it out on him, he was within range and pushing my buttons.

"In the current situation, it would be extremely irresponsible to provide your enemies with an opportunity to attack," he recited, not one muscle on his face moving.

I fisted my palm, ready to send him to hell with this bullshit, but I knew he was right.

I hated to admit that he held the upper hand in this conversation.

"Fine," I groaned in defeat, getting into my car and slamming the door shut. In the rearview mirror, I saw him starting a black SUV with another man joining him .

I rolled my eyes and pushed the gas pedal, speeding out of my property. I could speed away from them, but for what reason? I would only create more trouble, which we really didn't need. Our lives were complicated enough without me acting like a spoiled child.

Mindlessly driving through the highway, I entered the City of New York.

I left two days ago to charge my batteries and allow myself to think about my next moves, but my mind was preoccupied with a certain woman, and I couldn't concentrate on anything.

I ordered my PI to get me everything on Valeria that could be found, but it didn't satisfy my curiosity.

The hunger I felt for more about her was insatiable.

Turning around the corner of a narrow street, I slowed down, looking at the people outside standing on the sidewalk. Brooklyn could be a dangerous place to wander around in the middle of the night, but I wasn't afraid for my safety. I was a celebrity here—a legend.

My brothers and I were extremely powerful figures in the criminal underworld, and I could go anywhere in the city, knowing I was untouchable. It was both a blessing and a curse.

Ignoring a strange tingle in my stomach, I took another turn and stopped the car in front of a four-story modern apartment building that didn't match the surroundings.

The developer started the new project in the heart of Brooklyn, and a black-and-white complex with huge French windows, balconies, and a glass winter garden on top looked like it was wrongly placed from some catalog into reality.

The buildings around this one were old and ugly, and they needed repairs and considerable investments to be habitable.

They were mostly occupied by cheap hookers, drug addicts, and alcoholics.

It was a poor neighborhood and surely not the place for people with some standards, yet lower prices attracted some buyers who couldn't afford the same luxury in, for example, Manhattan.

Chester Kellerman was one of those people.

He was among the first investors interested in the project, but I would never have thought he would live here with his wife and daughter.

I couldn't imagine a caring father allowing his little girl to come out from behind the small fence.

She could be kidnapped or given drugs. Or worse, someone could kill her.

This wasn't just irresponsible; in my eyes, it was absurd and idiotic to live with a family in a place like this if it wasn't absolutely inevitable .

Slowly, I got out of the car and closed the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I checked on Jamal, who parked the car about ten feet from me but stayed inside.

The street was empty, and only two old buzzing lamps provided some light. The eerie silence underlined the darkness that tried to eat the last remains of any brightness. It would be creepy if I didn't like it so much.

Hiding my hands in my pants pocket, I walked to the nearest lamp and leaned against it, staring at the building.

The entire complex was hidden in the dark; only one balcony was enlightened by little colorful lights.

Inside, behind the curtain, I saw a woman's silhouette walking around the room, and instinctively, I moved closer to get a better view.

For maybe two minutes, I watched her pacing back and forth, holding her hand next to her head, meaning she probably spoke on the phone.

I didn't understand why I was so engrossed in watching the unknown woman through her window, but my heart stopped beating when she walked out onto the balcony.

Her crying voice cut through my ears, and my stomach sank. It was Valeria.

She was on the second floor, and I heard her sobbing and talking, but I couldn’t comprehend the words. Yet, it didn't change the fact I was ready to rip to shreds anyone who hurt her and made her cry, her stupid husband included.

In the deepest corner of my soul, I hoped to see her, but this was too much for me. For two days, I couldn't stop thinking about her, and when I finally caught a glimpse of her and fed my obsession with a small bite of her perfection, I only found out she was miserable.

Clenching my teeth with anger mixed with helplessness, I moved forward.

Not noticing an empty plastic bottle on the ground, I stepped on it, and a loud cracking sound cut through the silence of the night.

I cursed under my breath. Lifting my head, I thanked God I was hidden in the shadow because Valeria swiftly walked to the nearest corner of the balcony and stared directly at me.

But she couldn't see me. At least, I believed she didn't notice me because I didn't have the strength to muse about what she would think about me snooping around her apartment.

However, for a split second, I was sure our eyes met.

There were maybe twelve feet of space between us, but my entire body tensed, and something came alive in my stomach.

My heart hammered in my chest like it wanted to burst through my ribcage, and my brain gave up any effort to understand my foolish behavior.

It was only a millisecond, but I instantly knew this wasn't the last time I was lurking in the shadows to see her.

It was just the beginning.