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Being restrained was really something that bothered me. He was a stranger, anyway. I could chain myself and after using my body, kill myself. He himself had warned me about the dangers of giving power to someone unstable. All that kindness and beauty could be a trick to ruin me. Although... remembering the agility of his tongue throwing rays that reached from my nervous system to my uterus, I began to think if it would not be worth dying for a pleasurable stupidity.

"Give me your wrists, bunny. " Zachary asked, stretching his free hand. His gaze still ran down my face, checking every sign of my reluctance.

I tried to refuse and failed, realizing that I was completely hypnotized by the brown color in her eyes. He still looked at me seriously, as if he were curious to know how long it would take me to give in to his order, and above all, there was the air of a bastard in his masculine face. The look shone even against the shadows of low light, and I was almost sure that it was pulsating