Vengeful Nights

Chapter 3 - Third Encounter

The masked man taught her well for another three nights. Zoey Strong did not even know his name. The spark that he gave on the first night was now in full blaze. The flames were getting larger in every encounter they had. She knew in her heart that she must stop doing this or else she could never get out of this pit.

She must be resolute in her resolve to stop this madness.

"Excuse me, Miss Strong." Lindy, her secretary, came inside her office. "There is a small card for you which came from the information desk."

She frowned as she took the card. "From whom?"

Lindy shrugged. "I asked various personnel, including the security department, nobody seemed to know the answer."

She looked at the black card with her name written in silver. "What's my afternoon schedule, Lindy?"

"You're free for four days starting this afternoon, Miss Strong." Her secretary gently smiled. "Why don't you have a break for a day or two? You look like you badly need it."

Zoey pondered for a few seconds before answering, "Please make Ralf the OIC. Inform them I'll be gone for four days and I will be signing all necessary papers this whole afternoon."

Lindy nodded and went out.

She slowly opened the card and it said: ''Come with me on a vacation. Contact this number for further instructions: 795-4***-*****'

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed. This affair must stop now before it gets out of hand!

As her thoughts settled, the phone suddenly rang.

"Yes?" Her fingers were playing with the black card.

"Miss Strong, Mister Yun is here to see you."

Her fingers stopped tracing her name at the same time. She did not know why she felt butterflies in her stomach. The mere mention of the man's name made her tremble.

"Se-send him in." She put the card in her desk drawer and tidied her hair. After all, it was the first time that an enemy came into her territory. She had to look her best.

The door opened, and her nemesis came inside with purposeful strides. She stood up and held her hands on her abdomen, trying to press the muscles just to control herself. "This is a surprise, Mister Yun. What made you visit our humble company?" She guided him to the nearest sofa.

He just smirked as he sat down.

Her nose flared as his strong perfume erupted in the room. Geez, this man really went for hardcore stuff. During gatherings, where it was inevitable to avoid him, her eyes always got itchy from his strong scent. It always made her stay away from him.

Was he always like this before? She could not remember. He was way older than her and he had his own circle of friends and acquaintances. Though she had seen him a couple of times, he did not really leave an impression on her.

He was never her type in the first place.

Zoey measured his appearance and noted that she could not tell if he was handsome or not. He was definitely tall. He towered over her, and she felt something funny when she imagined him looming over her. His hair was sometimes messy, he wore thick eyeglasses that almost covered the upper part of his face, and he dressed shabbily.

She heard from her friends that he was considered one of the eligible bachelors in their community. She also learned that the ladies called him 'a true gentleman.' Since he was a little bit of a recluse, there were limited photos of him publicly. She tried to look at them once, but they were blurry or the takes were so bad that she was not interested in delving more.

'What measuring tool did they use to call him a gentleman?' she wondered. Based on her interactions with him for the past months, he was far from what people claimed him to be. She wanted to puke.

"Do you find something funny, Miss Strong?" He intruded her thoughts.

"What brings you here, Mister Yun?" she politely asked.

"The same as always, Miss Strong." His smile was feral. "Why don't you be a good girl and return to me what you stole from the Yuns?"

She felt her muscles spasmed for a second but she could not let him see her inner struggles. With a poker face she answered, "That's a big accusation, Mister Yun."

The man looked at her, probing into her soul. She could not even hold her eye contact because his scent offended her so much. With teary eyes, she snorted. "I stand on my ground."

The man in front of her looked inside her office, stopping his gaze on the family portrait hanging on the wall. "Do you like this building, Miss Strong?"

She lifted her eyebrows. "Yes, I do. This was built by my grandfather."

"Well, since you love it here, I'm giving you two months to return what you stole or else..." Andres stood up and yawned. "I'm taking your company. This time, I really mean it. Good day."

Zoey trembled and sat on the edge of her table, facing the panoramic city view from her glass window. She covered her face with her hands. "I really need that vacation."

**

Why was she doing this? She asked herself many times when she came out of the car and saw the unknown villa in front her. She wanted to berate herself for being so careless, trusting an unknown man.

Maybe this was how badly she needed human interaction during this grieving period. She was willing to submit to a man she never knew just to feel human touch. Such a deprave!

She heard the car go left and she nudged any rational thoughts she had. Maybe...maybe she really needed this interaction to make her

wake up from nothingness. If she got burned from the flames then it was her own fault.

"You're here." He opened the door.

"What the f**k are you wearing?" She glared at him being covered from head to feet.

"I wear nothing beneath," he amusingly replied.

Perhaps he was indeed wearing nothing, but that was not the one thing that surprised her. "Why are you wearing a Ghibli mask? Can you breathe in that? And your voice sounds muffled."

He led her inside the villa. "Don't worry about me. I can breathe just fine. Besides, I will take this off when I eat you."

Her cheeks flamed. Of course, both of them were here to continue their affair. Maybe after this vacation, the lust she was feeling would come off.

"I'm hungry," she casually said.

"I have already prepared the meal," he nonchalantly replied as he guided her towards the dining table.

There were five different dishes in front of her. They looked so good that she started to salivate. "You cooked all these?"

"Hmm.." He breathed through the mask. "I am a professional cook."

She did not hesitate eating all the meals with so much gusto. She groaned aloud when she slurped the noodles. "This - this is the best that I have had in a while."

"You like it?"

Her eyes glistened. "Definitely. Your future partner is lucky if you cook like this."

"Oh."

"You know, I also bake."

"Hmmm."

She stopped, realizing why she would tell him that when in fact, after this vacation, she would not be meeting him again.

"I will try them soon," he stated.

She kept silent, not wanting to give any indication of what might happen in the future.

"Do you have any particular plans for this vacation?" he drawled.

"Not really. I just want to relax," she answered while taking a bite on a steak. "How about you?"

The masked man turned at her and seriously replied, "I plan to eat you and f**k you or f**k you and eat you."

Zoey, the only head of the Strong family, could only gulp.

But he did not pounce on her after the meals. He led her to the living room and they watched a couple of movies. She found herself

sleeping the entire time. That was why she did not see him looking at her with a mix of hesitation, guilt, anger, and uncontrollable desire.

She woke up and found herself in a spread eagle position, with her hands and feet being tied. She looked at her lover, now wearing a three-hole balaclava. All of their rendezvous happened in the late hours and he never took off his shirt, so this was the first time that she was able to see his form.

She was surprised to find his skin was milky white. Perhaps he was fairer compared to her complexion. Before she thought he was lanky, but now seeing him naked, she subtly saw his six-pack abs on his lean form. He was incredibly tall that she worried he might be having difficulty in f*****g her.

"Can you please loosen the ribbon a bit on my left hand? It's a little tight."

He loomed over her and gently adjusted the bind. He ran his fingers on her wrist as he did so, making her smile a little bit. Maybe this was one definition of a gentle giant.

"You alright?" he asked.

"Can you come a little closer?"

He seemed confused and leaned closer to her. "What?"

She planted a kiss on his lips that made his eyes widened. "I love the shape of your lips. They look like a heart on the side."

"Ah." He adjusted to a comfortable position. He cupped her face and kissed her lips. "Your lips are shaped like the letter M. I love sucking them." And he did as he described.

The kisses were just tiny sparks at first until it became an inferno. She wanted to stop but at the same time she did not. She craved for more, and he gave into her desires. There were moments that she cried to be free from the binds, but he just mockingly laughed at her.

"So beautiful..." he murmured as he opened the lips of the most sensitive part of her. He slowly tapped her pearl, making her yelp in surprise. His heated gaze landed on her face, as if trying to save her expressions in his mind. "Damn, you are breathtakingly beautiful..." He could not help blurt them before he worshiped her using his mouth.

She felt the tingling sensations on her spine towards her back, neck, and head. She felt prickles running on her toes towards her legs, thighs, and pelvis. Her eyes fell backwards, her nose flared as she inhaled the scent of her own s*x, her mouth gaped open and she felt her tongue loosened a bit while her saliva oozed slowly on the side of her lip.

She shouted her climax and pushed her hips towards his mouth. And when she thought she was coming down from being high, he positioned himself between her legs and adjusted the condom on his c**k before, sliding up and down on her slit and pushing hard. .

Zoey screamed like a banshee and the masked man tensed. His eyes widened in surprise and he tried to pull it out.

"Don't you dare!" she screamed. "This is just a minor inconvenience. Don't pull out."

He stopped, making the pain subside a little bit. He caressed her face with his hands, trying to placate her. "I'm sorry..." He wiped her tears and kissed her eyes, nose, and lips gently.

They settled on a deep kiss, trying to tell each other through the actions that everything would be alright. And when he initially and unconsciously thrusted, she accepted it and pushed her hips to meet his.

He moved his body away a little bit from hers, his weight supported by his forearms, as he pounded her gently. It was like doing planking except his hips thrust as his c**k moved against her. Slowly at first and when she cried for more, then his actions became deeper and faster.

"Ngggghhh," she cried and thrashed her head from side to side. She wanted to run her fingers wildly on his shoulders and back and she wanted to wrap her legs around him but she was bound and this made her go crazy.

Her lungs constricted and once again she screamed her climax. She was delirious with all the sensations bombarded in her and on her. But she was still able to hear him groan and felt the hot liquid squirted inside her.

After a while, he took off the binds, gently massaged her hands and feet. "Sorry about this."

"Why sorry?" Her eyes were in a glaze.

"God! You are beautiful..." He ran his finger on her upper lip. "I can f**k you all night and day, in this bedroom, in the kitchen, in the living room, on the dining table, inside the study, and even in the garden. I can f**k you while you wash the dishes or while I cook. I

can f**k you while you are in the shower with your breasts against the glass. I can f**k you in front of the mirror while you watch me piston my hard c**k inside you."

Her breath was caught in her throat as she looked at his fiery eyes. "Well, it seems that our schedule for the next four days is full."