“Sir, is everything alright?”
“Ah, yes. I sat down on the couch and broke it. I will, of course, pay for it. I’m so sorry.”
The man gasps. “It is I who should be apologizing. Our furniture is meant for everyone. I will have this fixed immediately.”
“Tomorrow is fine.”
I’m speaking for Zhuliya, taking far too many liberties, but the plans I have in my mind for her aren’t conducive for anyone coming to fix the couch tonight.
“Of course. I will ring first. Again, I apologize and thank you for choosing Corona Hotel and Spa.”
Nodding, I simply shut the door and exhale. Thankfully, the interaction gave me enough time to get my bearings.
I can’t ravage Zhuliya—what in the great Ulu was I thinking?
Turning to apologize, something soft smacks into my face. Once, twice, and nearly a third time until I bat it away.
It’s a pillow from the broken couch, wielded by a mischievous looking Zhuliya, who’s still naked.
“Are you going to catch me or what?” My mind blanks, only her words linger. My mate wants to play.
Who am I to deny her?
CHAPTER THREE
Zhuliya
I have no idea what I'm doing.
At first, I thought it was all just a dream. There's no way Ilian Yaniqu is at my hotel door. I'm asleep, living out one of the most lucid fantasies I've ever had.
And if that’s the case…I'm going to enjoy myself.
"Run!" he growls, sending a chill down my spine so real that I feel it.
Still, I can’t help but bait him. “Ok, try and catch me.”
If Ilian thinks I'm easy prey, he's mistaken.
Sprinting to the connecting doors, I throw them open and dash into the adjoining room. It’s twice the size of the master bedroom, which is already larger than the apartment I share with Sakura.
Along the far side of the wall are built-in bookshelves and a grand piano. I run behind it, hiding like in all my fantasies while Ilian chases after me.
But tonight, I’m not going to give in as quickly as I usually do—I'm going to make him work for this.
The monstrous man skirts around the room, almost to the piano, but as he closes in, I crawl out and sprint away.
I cut through the center of the room, bouncing on the couches with wild abandon. Pillows go flying, and I end up exactly where Ilian was seconds before.
The look of consternation on his face is comical, even though all of this is imaginary. The man can't believe I somehow bested him.
Another snarl echoes through the room as Ilian takes off, bounding through the middle just as I had, but when he jumps on the couch, it collapses with a giant crash.
The sound explodes into my brain, ringing in my ears until I realize this might not be a dream…
Ilian and I stare at one another for a small eternity until there’s a knock on the door. He opens it, turning away from me and speaking lowly to someone on the other side as I try to figure out what’s real and what isn’t.
Still uncertain, I make my way back to the center of the room where I pick up a velvety red pillow, an idea slashing through my discombobulated thoughts.
Sneaking behind the hulking giant, I wait until Ilian shuts the door. Then, I rear back with all my might, slamming the fluffy piece of decor onto his horned head all while taunting him.
“Are you going to catch me or what?”
He whips around with inhuman speed, staring at me in shock before a feral smile takes over his face.
"So you wanna play?"
A thrill runs through me as I make up my mind—definitely a dream.
I toss the pillow aside, walking backward until I’m in the bedroom, knowing there’s nowhere for me to run—as much as I enjoy the chase, my favorite part is when Ilian captures me.
He stalks toward me slowly, a predator with its prey in its sights. Between my legs, my pussy throbs, demanding I end the game so he could give us both what we want.
Once more, my knees brush the bed, and I fall, barely catching myself on my elbows as I hold my breath.
When Ilian is mere inches from me, he sinks gracefully to his knees. Even then, his horned head rises above me.
