"Zayden..."

He switched to the other, licking slow circles. "Mmm. So responsive. You were made for this, for me."

She whimpered, thighs pressing together. "Please..."

"Please, what?" He nipped her rib, trailing kisses down her belly. "Please slow down... or do you want more?"

"More, ahh!" His hands parted her thighs, wide, exposing her fully. She bucked, trying to close them. "Zayden, NO, wait, this is too much... please.

He looked up, a mischievous grin flashing. "Not what? This?" He lowered his head, eyes locked on hers, and licked a slow, flat stripe along her folds.

"Ahh! Zayden!" Her hips jerked, a loud moan escaping.

He chuckled against her skin, vibrations sending shocks through her. "See? You say no, but your body’s screaming yes." he licked again, deeper, tongue flicking her clit. She cried out louder.

"Close your eyes, baby," he murmured, breath hot on her core. "Relax. Don’t look down—you’re hurting your neck craning like that."

She squeezed her eyes shut, but peeked anyway—his dark head between her thighs, broad shoulders holding her open. "Zayden, I...I can’t—"

"You can." He widened her legs further, fully accessible. "And you will. Only if you want to." His tongue dove in, rolling inside her, tasting, teasing. She moaned, long and broken, body arching off the bed.

"Oh god, Zayden!"

"That’s it," he growled, pulling back just to blow cool air on her wetness. "Moan for me. Let me hear how good it feels."

She thrashed, cuffs rattling. "Too much, please—"

"Too much?" He sucked her clit lightly, then harder. "Or not enough? Tell me how you want it." His finger joined, circling her entrance, pushing in slowly.

She bucked wildly. "Zayden! Slow, I’m, ahh!"

"Stop moving," he warned, voice stern but playful. His free hand pinned her hip down. "Or I’ll tie your legs too. You want that?"

She shook her head.

"Relax for me. Let me take care of you."

"Stop, please—" But her body betrayed her, grinding against his mouth.

"Liar." He laughed softly, adding a second finger, curling them. "You’re soaking my tongue. Dripping for me." Thrusting, licking, and sucking, relentlessly.

Aylin’s moans grew louder, desperate. "Zayden, oh fuck, don’t stop—"

"See?" He nipped her inner thigh. "Shy girl wants more." His tongue plunged deeper, fingers pumping faster.

She writhed, chains clanking. "I.... I’m close, please!"

"Close?" He pulled back, teasing. "Beg for it."

"Please, Zayden, make me come!"

"Good girl." He dove back in, sucking hard, fingers hitting that spot.

She totally lost it; a loud, uncontrolled scream burst out of her as her body shook, waves crashing over her. Tears streamed down her face; the pleasure was so intense, it was almost too much.

He kept gently licking her through it until she went slack, catching her breath.

Getting up, he unfastened the cuffs and rubbed her wrists. "You good, baby?"

She just nodded, cheeks flushed, hiding her face in his neck. "That was... wow."

He chuckled and pulled her closer. "And we’re just getting started."

But as she tried to catch her breath, his phone buzzed with a loud alert.

He grabbed it, his expression switching to serious. "Leo. Important."

He read the message, jaw tightening up. "Come in an hour. It’s a big deal."

Aylin’s stomach growled, loud and kind of embarrassing.

Zayden’s eyes flicked to her, teasing. "Hungry, hacker girl?"

She blushed. "Starving."

He laughed and kissed her quickly, a playful look in his eyes. "Shower. I’ll be out in ten."

He disappeared into the bathroom, and the water started running.

Aylin lay there, heart racing, her body still buzzing. What just happened?

Ten minutes later, he walked out, shirt on, sleeves rolled up, dark jeans, and his hair still damp. He looked both dangerous and hot.

She was still sprawled out on the bed, clutching the sheet to her chest.

He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. "Take your time. Do what you want. Your stuff is in the closet. I got it all moved here after last night’s chaos."

Her eyes went wide. "You... what?"

He smirked. "You’re living here with me. Here in my room."

She gasped. "Zayden—"

"I’m making breakfast. Get ready and come down. Don’t make me eat alone." He kissed her passionately, on her lips, nose, cheeks, and forehead, then buried his face in her hair, breathing in deeply. "Wow, you smell like me."

He kissed her neck, and she instinctively arched, letting him in. He moved lower, kissing her bare chest. She giggled and squirmed. "Okay, that’s enough!"

He laughed softly. "Fine. But hurry up. I promised you breakfast."

As he reached the door, he winked. "Don’t take too long, baby."

The door clicked shut.

Aylin exhaled, feeling shaky, then dashed to the bathroom, half-laughing, half-worried he’d come back and tease her more.

She showered quickly, wincing at her soreness. When she stepped out, she opened the closet.

Her breath caught.

Her few belongings hung neatly on one side—jeans, hoodies, boots.

But on the other side...

Rows of fancy dresses—Dior, Chanel, Versace, Elie Saab, in colors she had never dared to try. Prada bags lined the shelves. Louboutin heels and Jimmy Choo sandals were neatly arranged. Cartier bracelets and Van Cleef & Arpels necklaces sparkled under the light. There were also jeans from Rag & Bone and Citizens of Humanity—all in her size. Everything looked brand new and untouched.

She stared, eyes wide. When did he...? In the middle of a war? She shook her head in disbelief. He’s crazy. And... super rich.

She picked a soft emerald dress that matched his shirt—simple, elegant, and fitted. She combed her hair until it fell in soft waves, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

And froze.

The mansion sprawled out in front of her, showing off marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and artwork worth a fortune on the walls. A grand staircase came down like something straight out of a movie. She had thought the forest cabin was the peak of his wealth, but this? This was something else.

Her jaw dropped. Who is he really?

She made her way down slowly, barefoot and having swapped her robe for a dress. A male staff member in his thirties, dressed sharply, nodded to her.

"Good morning, Lady Boss."

She froze. "Uh... morning!"

Lady Boss??