Chloe’s hands trembled as she lifted her fork again, her body still humming, betraying her with aftershocks of the climax she’d barely contained. Every muscle screamed for stillness, composure, dignity but inside she was in chaos. She dared not meet Valerius’s eyes. The memory of his calm command, the merciless precision of his touch under the table, still burned through her. She forced herself to spear a piece of food, chew, and swallow. Act normal. Just act normal. But Valerius leaned back leisurely, sipping his wine as though nothing had happened. The faintest smile ghosted across his lips, that infuriating mask of power that made her feel both owned and undone. Then, casually, as if commenting on the weather, he said, “I’ve arranged for a private tour of the restaurant’s wine cellar.” Chloe froze mid-bite, her fork halfway to her lips. Her eyes flickered up to his, wary, uncertain. His gaze held hers, unwavering, deliberate. “It’s quiet. Secluded. Dimly lit,” he continue
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