HANA Ever since the surgery, I was so scared about sex. I lost the confidence I built for days, and one night is all it took for Bash to prove that it's no big deal. To bleed again for the first time felt nothing. In fact, I was left thinking about the other things; every kiss, every touch, every breath and every lingering gaze. Here I am, lying on Bash's bed, staring at his watch, sitting quietly on the bedside table and smiling to myself. My body is still sore but my heart feels good. Our clothes from last night are discarded everywhere on the floor. I picked out the shirt I wore for a brief moment last night before he removed it from me. I haven't worn any of my boyfriend's shirts before especially after sex. It feels too intimate, and I was always used to feel disconnected from them. But today, I didn't hesitate to pick Bash's shirt. Because I am a fool. He was gentle, and that's all it took for me to fall for him. I got down expecting Bash, cooking breakfast in

HANA It's funny how I trusted him so blindly that I walked into this room with him without having second thoughts. We are falling onto the bed, his body over me and my hands flying to tuck him close. I moaned as my back hit the soft mattress. I was trying to feel his skin wherever possible while his hands slid over my thighs, making them wrap around his waist and he pulled closer just so I could feel his hardness right against my core. Bash sink in further into me, grinding against my pussy. We are just a few fabrics away. I moaned into his mouth. This has become my new favourite now. I love his weight on me. I love his body against mine. I was so sure we were going to have sex, and surprisingly, I was ready for it because I had been feeling empty ever since I stepped out of Bash's car. and I hadn't realised that until I was under him now. Bash pulled back, his eyes intently searching mine. I couldn't read his mind but one thing I know is that he is angry and he is als

HANA I am blaming it on the alcohol. Period. I was so sure I would stumble to my home alone after my mother's call. I would weep myself to sleep, feeling the walls closing upon me while trying to hold myself. But then, Bash happened, taking me into his embrace and putting up with my mood swings without a complaint, while simultaneously having his way. A part of me wants to give up on the control and let him handle me like he wanted to do and trying to do. But a part of me is warning against it. Either way, I am here kneeling between his legs and taking him deep. There is something so seductive about watching him lose control. His hands are in my hair, holding me tight, and his eyes closed in pure ecstasy while I suck him deep..deeper...and deeper. "Hana," A moan erupted from the back of his throat, making me clench my pussy. I was choking, and gurgling while he took control, fucking my mouth. Oddly, I didn't feel pressured like I used to with other men and went a

BASH The officer who sat before me was merely in his late twenties. He looked timid and sweat formed on his forehead. I haven't even started yet. "Adın ne? (What is your name?)" I asked him. "Baris," He replied. "Mr. Merrick," His superior interrupted me. I raised my hand to stop. "Do you understand English?" I asked Baris. He nodded his head. I nod my head, rolling my sleeves up to my elbow. "Do you have children?" I asked him. He trembled a little. "Please," He begged. I leaned closer, "Do I look like a person who could harm your kids, Baris?" He nodded his head. I raised my brow, and he shook his head immediately. "Let's say your daughter has been in a fire accident. Her wounds are still raw, and I went to her and talked about nothing but the burns. How you would react?" "I didn't get it." He answered, his face as pale as snow. "Of course, you don't. You wouldn't. I asked you a hyp

HANA | THEN I saw Leo's car pulling up into our driveway, and that's when I first had my panic attack. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't focus on anything as my heartbeat quickened, my body trembled, and moved to the corner of my room. I heard him shout and ten minutes later, my mom stomped into my room. "Did you tell what happened to Micheal?" She asked me. Micheal did come yesterday to meet me. I remember how I flinched when he tried to touch my face. But he had been kindest to me ever since that incident. My mom sighed, sitting beside me. "It's okay. This will pass. We promised each other that we wouldn't tell what happened to anyone, right? It's for your own good." She tells me. "Never speak about this to anyone. Don't talk to Micheal." I believed her. I believed when she said she was doing everything for my good. I don't know how he made it happen, but Michael convinced my family to make me study abroad. I hated him for that. "It's for yo