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Valeria

I t was the best two weeks of my life. Zyon was at home the entire time because the public considered him dead. He ran the business as usual, spending a lot of time in his office, but I could check on him whenever I wanted. It eased my anxiety after the trauma I went through when he was shot.

The only person leaving the house was Zara.

Zyon didn’t like the idea of her returning to school, but she had to.

We didn’t know how long the situation around him would continue, and keeping her in the house when she needed to attend classes felt wrong.

I wanted her to have an ordinary life. She was just a kid trapped with us.

Eventually, Zyon agreed, but I had to approve bodyguards for her, and she promised not to say a word about him. It was the only compromise my stubborn man was willing to accept.

Two tall, well-built, ex-military officers drove my baby girl to school daily, and she seemed to enjoy every second. At the end of the day, I was the only one objecting to a bodyguard sitting in the back of the class, watching over her.

“She is okay with it,” Zyon said at least a hundred times. He had endless patience with my constant complaints.

“She just wants to please you.” I frowned at him, knowing something had happened between them that had changed their relationship overnight .

Zara was absolutely in love with him. Not that I wasn’t happy she accepted my new boyfriend, but I thought it took off too quickly. If he had told her to jump under the train, I was worried she would have done it without blinking.

“Are you jealous, mon c?ur?” Zyon teased, plopping in his black office chair. He looked relaxed and in a terrific mood. He hadn’t complained about any pain for the past three days, and Malin said he had excellent news when I saw him this morning. Obviously, everything had gone according to plan.

“Oh, c’mon,” I sighed, placing my hands on my hips. “I’m ecstatic you two are getting along well.”

“But?” He raised an elegant brow, leaning back. The black shirt underlined his ripped muscles and the dark aura surrounding him.

“But I’m worried she’s too clingy, and you’ll push her away,” I admitted, recalling the memories of Chester hurting her. Zyon was nothing like him, but he was loaded with work. She could cross his path when he’s stressed.

“Are you serious?” Zyon shook his head, his brows knitting above his beautiful eyes.

“I don’t know,” I admitted, approaching his desk. “Years with Chester taught me to be vigilant. You have no idea how many times he broke her heart.”

“Mon c?ur.” Zyon stretched his arm in my direction, and I happily took it. He sat me on his lap, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I promise to never deliberately hurt you or Zara. I can’t guarantee I won’t make mistakes, but I swear it won’t be intentional.”

“I believe you,” I whispered, touching his cheek. His gentle stubble scratched my skin. “It’s just…”

“I know.” He kissed my palm tenderly, melting my worries. “I understand, baby. But trust me, neither you nor Zara are too clingy. Everything is okay. We are family.”

I nodded, resting my forehead against his. Words couldn’t describe the love I felt toward this man.

I captured his lips in a slow kiss, my arms wrapping around his neck. He reciprocated the attention, his hands quickly finding their way under my top.

“You’re injured,” I breathed when he moved to my neck, nibbling the sensitive skin .

“I’m fine,” he hushed, proceeding down my collarbone.

A moan escaped my throat, and my fingers buried in his silky hair. I was hungry for more, but at the same time, I was worried he wasn’t completely healed yet.

“Zyon,” I muttered, gently pushing him away. “Your injury.”

“Forget about the injury.” He moved a strand of my hair behind my ear, pecking my lips. “I need you right now.”

His desperate voice and heated gaze made my pussy clench. My body tingled with the excitement and pleasure that his lips awakened. I wanted him, too, if that damn voice inside my head would just shut up.

“Wait.” I stopped his gentle attack on my breasts, making him groan in displeasure. “We need to move to the couch, and I’m calling the shots. You won’t do anything.”

“Whatever you say, Mommy.”

He grinned like he had just won the lottery, oblivious to the thrill his words caused. In a split second, he sat in the middle of the couch, watching me like a hungry lion as I slowly stripped off my clothes.

Zyon’s eyes roamed my body, savoring every inch and setting me on fire.

I swayed my hips seductively, moving the jeans down my legs and proceeding with my blouse and bra.

He couldn’t tear his gaze from my chest as I freed my breasts.

He wriggled his fingers impatiently like he had trouble keeping them under control.

I relished in his lustful look, enjoying the desire reflected on his face.

Leisurely, I approached him, placing my hands on his shoulders. He curled his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. His lips touched my stomach, and he gently bit me, making me laugh.

“Hey.” I playfully slapped him, messing his hair. “No hickeys.”

“Love bites,” he mumbled, the tip of his tongue licking the red spot.

I straddled him, and his mouth moved to my breasts, making me exhale in contentment, but I needed skin-on-skin contact.

My hands found their way to the hem of his T-shirt, and I pulled it over his head, exposing his ripped chest. My fingers dug into his muscles when he returned to my neck, and his palms gripped my ass .

“Fuck,” I exhaled, tilting my head back. “I want you inside me.”

A gasp mixed with a moan escaped my mouth when Zyon entered me from behind. His two fingers stretched my hole, forcing desperate cries out of me.

“What else do you want?” he asked, nibbling my earlobe.

“I’m not…” I breathed, meeting his gentle thrusts that, in combination with his skillful mouth, created a symphony my body danced to.

His tongue moved to my nipple, teasing it before he sucked it inside his wet mouth.

His teeth grazed my sensitive bud, sending bolts of pleasure into my nerves.

Zyon's face blurred before my eyes as my body shook in his arms. His thick fingers thrust into me in a perfect rhythm, leading me toward the desired peak.

It didn’t take me long to submerge into bliss and see stars. I clung to Zyon, moaning and panting when an intense orgasm took over my body. He held me close, kissing me and brushing my hair as I shattered in his arms.

“You’re so beautiful when you come, mon c?ur,” he said huskily, pecking my jaw and neck. Gentle brushes of his soft lips felt like feathers.

“You have no idea how much I needed this,” I whispered, pressing my body into his.

“I’m happy to help.” He smiled, brushing his nose against mine. The love and tenderness with which he looked at me made my heart skip a beat.

“How will I repay you?” I whispered, pretending to think. “Should I bake you a cake?”

“I have your cake right here.” He smirked, skimming my wet folds. I squirmed, quickly slapping his hand away from my pussy.

“This cake is only for good boys,” I lectured, pushing him to lie down. “Stay still.”

Excitement shot through Zyon’s face as he stretched out on the couch. I nestled between his legs, removing his sweatpants and freeing his erect cock. My mouth watered as I leaned down and tasted the tip.

Zyon exhaled loudly, watching me as if hypnotized. His delighted expression woke up my inner good girl who wanted to please him in a mind-blowing way .

I wrapped my palm around his dick, stroking it before taking him into my mouth. He glanced at me through hooded eyes, breathing heavily.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his fingers entangling in my hair.

I sucked and licked his length, feeling it harden more when my movements quickened.

The tip of his cock touched the back of my throat when I took him in as far as I could, making me gag and tears prickle in my eyes.

I choked on his dick, enjoying satisfied groans escaping him every time I sucked him in.

With his hand in my hair, he pushed me down, forcing me to take more of him until I almost couldn’t breathe. My tears and saliva mixed on his cock as he roughly claimed my mouth.

“Fuck, woman,” he cursed, his voice strained with lust and pleasure. I lifted my gaze, and our eyes collided, his scorching look almost burning me to ashes. I relished in the power I had over him, working his dick as if my life depended on it.

But, just when he was almost there, I stopped, squeezing the head of his cock.

“What the…” Zyon whispered, staring at me wide-eyed. “I was…”

“What, baby?” I asked sweetly, smiling at him. “Did I allow you to finish?”

His mouth formed an O as he gaped at me. For sure, no woman in his life had ever dared stop him from climaxing.

“No, mon c?ur,” he breathed, stunned, with his eyes glued to my wet face. “You did not.”

“Exactly,” I purred, moving up. My hands traveled over Zyon’s torso, avoiding the fresh scars, until I reached his delicious lips.

I licked his full lower lip, and his reaction was instant. He captured my mouth in a heated kiss, his cock poking my inner thigh. While we made out, I sat on him, feeling his dick brush against my wet pussy. I directed it inside, my walls stretching to the size and clenching around it.

“You’re killing me, mon c?ur,” Zyon groaned, his hands kneading my ass. I smiled, moving up and down his shaft, taking satisfaction from the familiar fullness that promised me heaven .

“Oh, God,” I moaned, leaning back and placing my palms on his muscular thighs. I wanted to avoid touching his abdomen as much as possible, but he didn’t seem to mind. He sat up and pulled me flush against him, his arms caging me.

“I love you,” he murmured against my lips, breathing heavily again.