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When they arrived at Asher's house, Miria carried him to his room, gently placing him on the soft bed. Asher muttered something unintelligible, still under the influence of the drugged wine, before falling into a semi-sleep. Miria, her heart pounding with a mixture of worry and relief, took out her phone and dialed a number. After a few rings, a male voice answered, deep and alert.
- Hello?
Miria, her voice trembling but determined:
- Good evening, Klaus. Sorry for the inconvenience so late.
- No problem. Is there a problem? Klaus asked, his tone changing from neutral to concerned.
- I would like you to do me a favor, please.
- Which ?
- Could you go to my mother's house and stay with her tonight? Miria implored, glancing nervously at Asher.
- For what ? Was there a new attack? Klaus worried, his voice rising a notch.
- No, but I promise, after hanging up, to send you a message where I will explain everything.
- Ok... I'll go straight away, he accepted after a hesitant pause.
- Please hurry up. She is alone and perhaps unconscious...
- What? What did you say? Klaus exclaimed, shocked and urgent.
- Uh... uh... I'll explain it to you later! stammered Miria, blushing, before hanging up hastily.
She sighed deeply, shoulders slumped with emotional exhaustion, then quickly typed out a detailed message explaining the drugs, Katrina's assault, and the vase incident. She sent him off, a weight less on her chest. *It's done. Klaus will take care of her.* Deciding to leave to rest, she headed towards the bedroom door. But suddenly, muscular arms embraced her from behind, pinning her against a warm, firm chest. Surprised, she turned around to find Asher, his eyes half-closed but shining with feverish desire. *But how could he leave the bed without me realizing it?* she thought, her heart racing.
- Asher, what are you doing? Miria panted, trying to free herself, her body already betraying a rising heat.
Asher nestled his head in the crook of her neck, deeply inhaling her floral scent.
- I'm cold... And your body is so hot... he whispered hoarsely, his lips brushing her sensitive skin.
Miria stammered, her cheeks burning, her pulse racing under the grip of his arms.
- If... if... you... you... want, I... I... I can turn down the air conditioning...
But Asher ignored her suggestion, beginning to place thin kisses all along her neck, his tongue tracing wet lines that made her shiver. *Shit, here we go again. This time, I feel like I'm not going to make it,* thought Miria, panicked but excited.
*Wait a second, because you wanted to get out of it?* his conscience replied in a mocking tone.
*You are my conscience, you are supposed to stop me from doing stupid things!*
*It depends on the case.*
*And since when?*
*Since Asher has been in our lives.*
Miria wanted to retort, but she was distracted when Asher roughly ripped off her top, revealing one of her bare breasts. Without waiting, he kneaded him firmly, his expert fingers pressing and pinching, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
- Fuck... Aaaah... It's... Aah... exciting... Miria moaned, panting, her resistance melting like snow in the sun.
*That, you said it. It's crazy how much he knows how to touch us, it's as if he knows us sexually. It's easy for him to touch our weak points,* his conscience commented, almost admiringly.
*Yes, and that's what's disturbing,* Miria admitted inwardly, her breath short.