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Dorian
I’d lost my mind. Undoubtedly and without a shred of remorse.
Why else would I have allowed this to happen?
The moment I took control, I knew she would retaliate.
There wasn’t one submissive bone in her body.
She liked it. I was willing to bet my medical license on it, but Nina Valentino wasn’t the type of woman to let me have the last word.
I was well aware of it when I fell asleep a few hours ago. But this?
The vibrator was buried deep in my ass before my overwhelmed mind could form a coherent thought.
First, Nina’s little private show infuriated and stole my breath away in one go. And second, the intense pain combined with enormous pleasure most probably rewrote my nerve endings because I couldn’t focus on anything else but her hand moving the toy in and out of me.
“Oh, fuck!”
A throaty moan echoed in the bedroom, my arms instinctively fighting the restraints as Nina increased her rhythm. She worked my ass as if she wanted to tear me apart, and I fucking loved and hated every second of it.
My head fell back, and unrecognizable sounds escaped my mouth when she pressed the vibrator against my prostate.
“Fuck, yeah…” I mumbled incoherently, my balls tightening. Pressure built at the base of my spine, tingling erupting under my skin. Just one push, and…
Nina harshly removed the toy from my ass, grinning wickedly. My cock twitched, but the sudden loss of friction left me gasping for air. I was there, balancing at the edge, and in the next second, it was gone.
“Noooo,” I groaned in annoyance. “No! Not again.”
Nina leaned over me and brushed sweaty hair from my forehead.
“Look at you,” she cooed, looking too pleased with herself. “All grumpy and frustrated. Aren’t you already used to that?”
I glared at her, panting and wishing I could despise her games, but one look at her stunning face disarmed me.
The triumph in her smile, the affection hidden beneath her cruelty, and the possessiveness present in every touch should’ve terrified me.
Instead, they led me to a far more dangerous realization: that I would let her get away with anything if she kept looking at me as if getting me here was her greatest accomplishment.
“I hate you,” I hissed through gritted teeth. “You’re torturing me in my own house.”
“You survived being kidnapped, handsome.”
“That was less humiliating.” I pouted, shaking my head at the ridiculousness not only of this entire situation but also of our relationship, if this could be called that.
“Oooooh,” she drawled, palming my cock. “But you love it.”
I couldn’t argue with her. Not one cell in my body was willing to resist her. What the fuck had she done to me?
Pressing my lips into a thin line to stop any sound from escaping, I stared at her as she licked the drops of cum from my cock. It twitched, hardening in her hand despite my fighting with all my might to not let her win again.
“You taste scrumptious.” She moved her tongue along her upper lip seductively, paralyzing me. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, fuck, I could barely breathe when she took me inside her hot mouth.
Gasping for oxygen, I felt the toy in my ass again. A wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed into me, and colorful dots clouded my vision.
“Nina, fuck!”
Through my teary eyes, I saw her broad smile. She let go of my cock, fear of another ruined orgasm attacking me, but before I could protest, she straddled me and directed my painfully erect dick inside her tight, wet pussy.
A ragged moan ripped free from my throat.
Her walls clenched around me like she wanted to crush me.
Her nails dug into my abdomen, and somehow she managed to work my ass with the vibrator.
I almost burst from all the sensations that attacked me at once.
My muscles tensed, the pressure growing to unbearable proportions before I finally fell over the edge.
“FUUUUCK!” I roared, thrashing against the restraints.
My body shook so hard that the bed frame rattled against the wall.
Through my haze, I heard Nina’s moans that only added to my impossibly strong climax.
As the last remains of the grand finale faded, my body collapsed against the mattress, completely spent.
“I’m dead,” I whispered, unable to open my eyes.
“And you’re in hell with me,” Nina teased breathlessly, climbing down from me.
Swiftly, she freed my arms and kissed my wrists tenderly. Instantly, when given the chance, I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her to my chest, a lazy smile lifting my mouth when she gasped.
“Don’t fight, ma vilaine,” I mumbled against her neck, inhaling the scent of her hair, perfume, sweat, and sex into my lungs.
“I’m still ugly?” She sounded genuinely offended, and I chuckled sleepily.
“You’re still the villain.”
The sun cutting through the gap in the curtains woke me from a beautiful dream. Nina was pressed against my side, one leg tangled between mine, and her calm face rested against my chest.
For the first time in years, reality felt more appealing than dreamland. Tenderly, I kissed her forehead, relishing her beauty and enjoying the peace that settled in my chest before I had to ruin the moment.
Malin had given me a deadline. Zyon left with Valeria to celebrate her birthday in private and should return on Sunday. The meeting was already scheduled.
“Please,” I whispered against her hair, brushing her naked back with my fingertips. “Don’t be an enemy.”
Fear tightened my stomach at the thought.
Since building his happy little family, Zyon became obsessed with security, and even a hint of suspicion sent people to their graves.
Malin stopped leaving bodies across the city and somehow became the more reasonable one.
Still, neither of them would hesitate to erase Nina from existence if she were a threat.
“I’m not your enemy,” Nina muttered, lifting her head to look at me. In the gentle light, she looked like an innocent, beautiful, harmless young woman completely smitten by me. But the only truth about her was that she was crazy obsessed, possessive, and deadly. The best combination ever.
“Do you think Zyon will believe you?” I asked, hating myself for ruining our first morning together. Or afternoon, because the clock on the nightstand showed 1:33 pm.
“Do I have any other choice than to persuade him?” she countered, leaning closer. “Anyway, good morning.”
She pecked my lips and hopped off the bed. Naked, she walked to the window and opened the curtains, letting the sun in. Shamelessly, I stared at her long legs, mouthwatering, round ass, and a tattoo that started at her lower back and disappeared under her long hair.
“You’re drooling.” She glanced at me over her shoulder, a seductive smile stretching her tempting lips.
“And who can blame me?” I shrugged, folding an arm behind my head and leaning into the pillows.
“Don’t get too comfortable, handsome.” She turned around, my gaze instantly landing on her perfectly shaped breasts that literally screamed to be worshiped.
“Hey!” Her fingers snapped loudly, forcing me to look into her face. “I’m talking to you, husband.” I had no idea what she had said before because my brain malfunctioned as I stared at two delectable globes, but thankfully, she repeated it. “I’m hungry.”
“Well,” I yawned, stretching on the bed, “you’re the wife. Don’t you know how to cook?”
She looked at me as if I had completely lost my mind.
“You think I cut vegetables with these?” She showed off her nails proudly, smiling dreamily as she admired their reflection. My chest clenched with jealousy. That look was mine!
“I prefer cutting people, ma vilaine.” I wiggled my eyebrows, satisfied that she'd averted her gaze from her hands and instead gaped at me in fake shock. “So what are we going to do?”
“You’re the man in the house.” She threw her hair over her shoulder theatrically, heading into the bathroom. “Deal with it!”
The door slammed behind her, making me laugh out loud at her antics. Warmth spread through my stomach, and a wide grin settled on my face as I ordered half the restaurant.
“Are we throwing a party?” Nina entered the kitchen an hour later, after her long beauty bath and skin routine, dressed in my yellow T-shirt that covered her from head to knees. She looked adorable, and my cock twitched at the memory of what was hidden under the thin fabric.
“You said you were hungry.” I lifted a shoulder, handing her a plate. “Pick your poison.”
She stared at the packs with ribs, burgers, chicken breasts, fries, fried vegetables, Caesar salad, garlic bread, and two boxes of pepperoni pizza. I took my chances with junk food. Everyone loved junk food…
“Baby, I’m vegan,” Nina said with a perfectly straight face. “And gluten- and lactose-intolerant.”
I froze. The burger halfway to my mouth slowly lowered.
“You what?” I asked, unsure that I’d heard her correctly.
“Vegan,” she repeated calmly. “And gluten- and lactose-intolerant.”
I looked at the mountain of food covering the kitchen island.
“Since when?” I mumbled, feeling like a complete idiot.
“Since always.”
How the fuck did I not know that? Oh, I knew how. Because I knew nothing, zero, nada about her. She stalked me for weeks, learning my habits, schedules, and favorite things while I barely knew her name. I was at an enormous disadvantage.
“Jesus Christ,” I exhaled, running a hand through my tousled hair. “It’s enough to feed an army.”
Nina stayed silent, suspiciously silent, watching me curiously.
Slowly, I narrowed my eyes at her.
She blinked.
I blinked.
A smile threatened to take over her expression.
“You little…” I hissed, and Nina burst out laughing, leaning against the kitchen island.
“You should’ve seen your face.” She clutched her abdomen, slamming her hand down as if it were the best joke ever. “It was hilarious. You actually believed me.”
I scoffed and plopped on the chair, pretending to be annoyed, but relief flooded my system.
“Of course, I believed you,” I retorted, grasping my unfinished burger.
“Why?”
“Because I’ve known you for like five minutes?” I flashed her a pointed look and stole a fry from the box she’d just opened. “I don’t stalk people in my free time. Basically, I know nothing about you.”
“Malin has a whole file on me.” She slapped my hand away, hiding the box from me, and started removing pickles from her burger.
New information: she doesn’t like pickles.
“Malin has a file on everyone, me included.” I offered her ketchup and mayonnaise, but she refused both and took a salad bowl instead.
“Does it make me a part of the family then?” She raised a teasing brow, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
“Depends.” I shrugged nonchalantly, but my stomach was in knots. “Do you want to be part of the family?”
Her lips pressed into a line, all playfulness vanishing into thin air. Unhurriedly, she put the burger away and washed her hands while I stared at her, losing the ground under my feet.
I expected a firm confirmation. What the fuck was this? Hesitation? Reluctance? Did she change her mind?
“I believe,” she cut through my confused thoughts, “I made myself very clear with my intentions, Dorian.”
“Did you?” I masked my nervousness behind confusion, throwing an empty paper into the bin. “That’s what you’ll say to Zyon tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?” Her brows shot up in surprise, making me realize I hadn’t shared this information with her.
“Yes.” I nodded. “Zyon doesn’t know about you. Malin promised to leave us alone for the weekend if we come for dinner tomorrow and tell his highness everything.”
“How cute,” Nina sighed, leaning her elbows on the counter. “He planned my execution.”
“It’s a conversation,” I protested, stretching my arm toward her. Gently, I took her small palm and squeezed it softly. “If you aren’t planning to start a war, you have nothing to worry about.”
“I will start a war, Dorian,” she said, knocking the air out of my lungs. She let go of my hand and walked around the island with a severe expression. “If your brother stands between us,” she straddled me and cupped my face, “I’ll set his precious kingdom on fire.”
She brushed her nose against mine, her eyes darkening with an insane possessiveness I fell for weeks ago.
“Giovanni be damned. He lost and paid the price. But if someone, anyone, tries to take you away from me, it’ll be the beginning of their end.”
My heart missed a beat. It should’ve been a red flag.
A giant, flaming, screaming red flag visible from space.
Nina had just threatened my brother. Almighty Zyon Zhumagulov.
The man people crossed continents to avoid offending.
And all I could think about was the fact that she considered me worth the risk.
For the first time in my life, I understood why men started wars over women.
Satan, help me. I was in love.