My heart pounded in my chest as I stumbled back to the villa, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and betrayal. Every step felt heavy, as if I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. I couldn't believe what Lily had told me, couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Shraf had been engaged to another woman for five years. It felt like a nightmare, a cruel joke played on me by fate. As I approached the villa, I felt a sense of detachment from my surroundings. The lush green trees and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore faded into the background as my thoughts consumed me. I didn't know how I had made it back here, how I had managed to walk through the doors of our villa. All I knew was that I needed answers, and I needed them now. I barged into Shraf's office, my heart racing as I saw him sitting at his desk, still working. His dark eyes lifted to meet mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. The silence was deafening, filled with unspoken words a
I lay there, my body still trembling from the aftermath of our passion. Shraf's arm wrapped tightly around me, pulling me closer as he continued to kiss my neck and nibble on my earlobe. I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - desire, exhaustion, and a growing sense of unease.Shraf had made love to me so many times that I lost count. Each time, it felt like he was trying to prove something, to assert his dominance over me. I begged him to stop, to give me a break, but it was like he was on a mission. His eyes were dark and intense as he gazed into mine, his breath hot against my skin."I need you, Eva," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I can't stop."I tried to push him away, but his grip was too strong. Shraf was kissing under my jaw, behind my ears, leaving a trail of hickies. He was kissing me like he was worshipping me. I shuddered under his touch, but it wasn't just the physical sensation that made me tremble. My mind was consumed with thoughts of the reality of our
The selfishness in Shraf's response pulled another gut-wrenching sob from me. My lips pursed, one of them battered and cut from my relentless biting."Fuck you, Shraf! How can you be so selfish?!" I seethed, anger lacing my voice. Shraf, infuriating as ever, silenced me with his fingers on my lips."I don't like when you curse," he calmly declared, stoking the flames of my rage."You enjoy having me submissive, don't you? You like in my pain for your psychopathic satisfaction?" I shot back, bitterness and resentment dripping from my words.His eyes darkened with frustration, and something I couldn't quite decipher. Shraf's grip tightened, tension palpable. I pursed my lips, trying to stifle escaping sobs. Looking up at Shraf, tears filled my eyes as I whispered, "I was just a plaything for you, wasn't I? Hell, It was like you never noticed me."Shraf fell into a contemplative silence, his intense gaze fixed on me. "Never noticed you?" he raised an eyebrow. "Only if you knew, Eva" murm
In the past few days at home, I tried to rest, or more accurately, attempted to survive the turmoil in my mind. Since that night, something changed between us. He changed. The more I tried to ignore him, the more he seemed to pay attention, as if having a forceful hold on me that made it tougher to shake off his presence. I didn't stop trying, though. My head constantly told me to hate him, to punish him for his betrayal. But when he was in the frame, he distracted me from those thoughts and every vile emotion that accompanied them. Yet, when he was gone, all those emotions barged back in, and it felt as though the walls were closing in, confining me to a dark, suffocating space. I disconnected from my surroundings, my mind stuck in the whirlwind of dark thoughts. My eyes went blank. "Look at me, Eva," he would order and I would follow but when I did, it felt like my eyes were just looking past him, as if I wasn't really there in that moment. In those moments of disconnection, he hel
My heart pounded in my chest as Shraf guided me towards the car. The cold metal of the door pressed against my back as he opened it, and I hesitated before slipping inside. The leather seat welcomed me, but there was an unspoken tension in the air that made the space feel confining. Shraf settled in beside me, his movements precise and controlled. The engine roared to life, filling the silence that hung heavily between us. I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze, my eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. The city lights blurred into streaks of color, a chaotic reflection of the turmoil within me. The car pulled away from the curb, and the rhythm of the road seemed to amplify the silence inside the vehicle. Shraf's hands firmly gripped the steering wheel, his focus ahead. I fidgeted with the hem of my dress, a physical manifestation of my inner unrest. The weight of the ring on my finger felt like a tangible reminder of the constraints that bound me. I stole a glance
As Shraf’s lips crashed against mine, it felt like a whirlwind had hit us. His kiss was strong and demanding, leaving me no chance to resist. His hands gripped my waist with an iron grip, pulling me close with a possessiveness that makes my heart race.There was no tenderness in his touch, no gentleness in the way he claimed me as his own. It was a primal need, a hunger that consumed us both as he took what he wanted without hesitation or remorse. His tongue plunged into my mouth with a fierce intensity, exploring every corner with a predatory hunger that left me breathless and powerless to resist.I tried to push him away, to reclaim some semblance of control, but his hold on me only tightened, crushing any hope of escape. His touch was rough, bordering on painful, as he left bruises in his wake, marking me as his in body and soul.As Shraf’s lips parted from mine, we both struggled to catch our breath, our chests heaving with exertion. My face felt hot and flushed, and I could hardl
“I fell in love!”A thunder roared overhead, distant clouds erupted into storms, and waves started relentlessly crashing against the shore. I was in a daze. I could see though. I could see Shraf, his voice piercing the storm, urging me to move, I could see the world around me breaking apart but I was numb. I was numb when Shraf rushed towards me and lifted me in his arms. I looked at his beautifully tensed face, he was drenched in the storm, the curls of his hair sticking against his forehead. I looked at his eyes, clear eyes and the reflection of storm in them.With me in his arms, Shraf ran through the storm. Shraf’s arms held me close, his grip firm. His heartbeat, strong and steady, was a reassuring rhythm against my ear. I could feel the warmth of his body, a stark contrast to the biting cold of the storm.As Shraf carried me towards our car, the heavy rain pelted down on us, soaking us to the bone. I shivered uncontrollably, feeling the cold seeping into my bones. When he set me
The next morning, the gentle click of the hotel room door stirred me from my slumber. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I sat up in bed to find Shraf stepping inside, a small bag in his hand. His warm smile greeted me, as though the tension from the previous night had evaporated with the dawn.“Good morning, Mi Vida,” his lips curve in a small smirk.“Morning,” I replied, my voice hoarse with sleep. “What’s in the bag?”“I got you something.”Curious, I reached out and took the bag from him, peering inside to find a neatly folded shirt and a pair of pants. It was a thoughtful gesture, considering my dress had been ruined by the storm yesterday.“They should fit you perfectly,”“Thanks.” I headed to the washroom for a shower.After my shower, I tried on the clothes Shraf got me. The shirt felt soft against my skin, its fabric draping elegantly over my frame. It hugged my arms and accentuated my curves in all the right places. The pants were just as impressive, fitting snugly around