As soon as I stepped through the door of the villa, I knew something was wrong. The air was thick with tension, a palpable weight that settled in the pit of my stomach. Shraf's grip on my hand was tight and unyielding, making me feel like a prisoner in my own home.
I tried to shake off the feeling of dread that had settled over me, but it was no use. As we entered the living room, Shraf released my hand and turned to face me, his dark eyes smoldering with an intensity that I had never seen before. His voice was low and husky as he spoke, sending shivers down my spine.I took a step back, my heart racing in fear. Shraf's behavior was becoming more erratic and unpredictable with each passing moment. I recoiled, my back hitting the wall with a thud as Shraf advanced on me. His eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, and I could feel the heat emanating from his body. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong, his grip unrelenting as he pulled me closer to him.My mind was a flurry of conflicting emotions. On one hand, I was terrified of what Shraf might do next, of the power he wielded over me. On the other hand, I couldn't deny the intense desire and longing that had been building inside me for so long.And then, his lips were on mine, fierce and demanding. I felt a surge of panic and desire course through me, conflicting emotions swirling inside me as I struggled to break free from his hold. But part of me didn't want to break free, didn't want to resist the passion and longing that had been building inside me for so long.Shraf's hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch of me as if he couldn't get enough. And I found myself responding to him, my body betraying me as I melted into his embrace.But then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Shraf pulled away from me, his eyes dark and intense as he stared at me. "Eva," he breathed, his voice husky with desire."You are playing with fire. Don't make me warn you twice."I felt a surge of anger and frustration rise up in me. How dare he presume to know what I was feeling, to act as if he had any right to touch me like that after everything he had done? And yet... a small part of me couldn't deny that he was right. I did feel something for him, something deep and powerful that I couldn't explain.But I couldn't let him see that. I pushed him away, my voice shaking with anger. "Don't you dare presume that I do everything to instigate you or to get your attention, Shraf," I said, my voice low and filled with rage."You may have had me once, but you'll never have me again."Shraf's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger."We'll see about that." he muttered before turning around and storming out of the living room.As Shraf's footsteps faded away, I was left standing alone in the dimly lit living room. The silence was heavy and oppressive, like a thick blanket smothering my thoughts. I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions, from anger and frustration to confusion and longing.I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle over me like a heavy cloak. My body was drained, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. I knew I needed sleep, but even the prospect of rest seemed daunting.With heavy steps, I made my way to my room, feeling the coolness of the marble floors beneath my bare feet. I changed into a loose-fitting t-shirt and shorts, hoping the soft fabric would offer some semblance of comfort.As I lay down on my bed, my mind buzzed with thoughts of Shraf. I couldn't help but replay our interactions over and over again, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions that he brought out in me.Before long, exhaustion overtook me and I drifted off to sleep, the sound of my own breathing filling the room. But as the night wore on, I was abruptly awoken by a sound. At first, I couldn't place it, but then I realized it was the soft sound of footsteps approaching my door. My eyes fluttered open as I tried to make sense of the darkness surrounding me. I could barely make out the shape of Shraf as he made his way across the room towards me.I felt a jolt of fear run through me as he reached my bedside, his hand hovering over me as if unsure of what to do next. But then, he seemed to make a decision, and I felt him slide into bed beside me.I could feel his warm breath on my neck, and I shivered despite myself. I was scared of him, scared of what he might do to me. But at the same time, there was a part of me that craved his touch, that longed to be close to him.He pulled me into his arms, and I could feel his body pressed up against mine. "What are you doing to me?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and desire.I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what I was doing to him, or why I was doing it. All I knew was that I was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. Even though I knew he was dangerous, even though I knew he could hurt me, I couldn't stay away from him.As Shraf held me in his arms, I drifted off to sleep once again. But my dreams were filled with images of him, of his touch and his desire. I was trapped in a cycle of fear and longing, unable to break free.As I slowly stirred awake, I realized that I was alone in my room. The sense of loneliness and emptiness that had plagued me since Shraf's arrival settled in once again. I tried to shake it off and get ready for the day, hoping that a change of scenery would lift my spirits.With a heavy heart, I made my way to the beach, hoping to find solace in the gentle sound of the waves and the warmth of the sun. As I strolled along the sandy shore, my thoughts drifted to the events of the previous night. I couldn't deny the powerful pull that Shraf had on me, but I was equally determined to resist him.Lost in my own thoughts, I didn't notice the hours slipping away. I swam in the ocean, lounged on the beach, and read a book. As the sun began to set, I realized that Shraf had been absent the entire day.A sense of disappointment washed over me. I couldn't help but wonder where he was and what he was doing. But at the same time, a small part of me was relieved that I didn't have to face him again
I sit on the couch, staring at the wall in front of me. My mind is racing, trying to comprehend what has just happened. The words that came out of Shraf's mouth still echo in my ears, ringing like a never-ending bell. I can't believe what he said to me. How could he do this to me? How could he be so cruel?I feel my heart rate increasing, my breathing becoming rapid and shallow. I try to calm myself down, but I can't seem to control my emotions. The tears start flowing down my face, and I can feel the panic rising inside me. I turn to Shraf, who is sitting next to me, staring at me with a blank expression on his face.I shout, my voice reverberating in the living room. "Why are you doing this to me? Why won't you just let me be?" But Shraf doesn't answer. He just stands there, looking at me with those deep, dark eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. I can feel my anger building up inside of me, like a volcano ready to erupt. I take a step closer to him, my hands balled up into fists.
I woke up the next morning, a sense of contentment still lingering in my bones from the night before. As I shifted in the bed, my eyes slowly focused on the figure next to me, my husband Shraf, sound asleep.It was a strange sight, one I hadn't seen in our five years of marriage. Shraf always left before dawn, never staying in bed with me for the entire night. But here he was, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath, his arm draped across my waist.I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in my heart. Despite the satisfying night we had shared, my mind couldn't stop wandering back to the love I still held for Shraf. It was like my heart had its own mind, still longing for a love that was lost.But as I lay there, feeling Shraf's warm breath on my neck, I couldn't deny the small glimmer of hope that fluttered in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, things could change between us. Maybe this was the start of a new chapter in our marriage.I turned my head to face Shraf, taking in t
As I sat across from Shraf, munching on my toast, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the intimate moments we had shared on this very kitchen table just a few hours ago. The way his hands had explored every inch of my body, the soft whispers of our shared desires. It was a memory that made my cheeks flush with heat.But my thoughts were interrupted as Shraf's phone rang, pulling me back to reality. I watched as his expression shifted from relaxed to serious as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line."Uh-huh...Yes, I understand. Alright, I'll get to it right away." Shraf hung up and turned to me,"Eva, I need your help with an urgent file. Can you please take a look at these legal documents and make sure everything is in order?" Shraf said firmly, his voice indicating the urgency of the situation.I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Sure, Shraf. I'll get on it right away."We both got to work, scanning through the papers and double-checking every
Warning: Very Dark Mature Content AheadI slowly open my eyes, disoriented and confused. I can feel some restrains around my wrists, my ankles. My heart starts racing as I realize that I'm naked, and completely vulnerable.My eyes flicked around the room, taking in the dimly lit surroundings. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on everything. I could see the outlines of familiar objects, but they were distorted, almost surreal. My wrists were bound with soft, silky fabric, and my ankles were tied to the bedposts.The ropes dug into my skin, making me aware of every inch of my body. I tried to move, to free myself, but it was no use. My body was immobilized, trapped by the ropes.Then I saw Shraf, standing at the edge of the bed, watching me with dark eyes."Shraf, what's going on? Why am I tied up like this?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.He didn't answer me. Instead, he approached the bed, his eyes locked onto mine. My heart was beating so fas
Warning: Mature Content Ahead!!!I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Shraf's actions had confused and angered me, but there was no denying the intense physical attraction I felt towards him. And as I rested there, tied to the bed, part of me wanted him to come back and continue what we had started.Suddenly, the door opened and Shraf walked back in. He had changed into comfortable clothing and seemed relaxed as he approached me. His eyes darkened as he looked at my bound form, and a wicked grin spread across his face."Enjoying your little predicament, my dear?" he said, his voice heavy with amusement.I glared at him, still angry but also aroused by his words. The feeling of being restrained, under his control, was undeniably exciting."Let me go, Shraf. This isn't funny," I said, my voice laced with anger.But Shraf just laughed, walking over to the bed and running his hands over my body. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine despite my anger."I
Love is a strange emotion. It's known to be destructive, yet one can't prevent it from causing self-destruction. It begins as a subtle tickle and evolves into a colossal lump in your throat. You can't shake it off; you can't breathe, and the pain is relentless. Yet, despite it all, you don't let go. You linger there, suffocating, until every cell in your body surrenders.Last night was magical. Shraf had this dark side with him all along and I had no clue. I didn't know the person that was with me last night and I don't know the person sleeping beside me right now. He is so peaceful in his sleep, his long lashes casting a shadow on his gorgeous face , some of his jet black hair scattered on his forehead giving him a messy yet so handsome appearance. It was a strange contrast, to see him so gentle in his sleep after the intensity of his actions just hours ago. Conflicting emotions swirled inside me as I lay there, nestled against him. Part of me longed for the passion and pleasure he co
After Shraf was done, I felt completely wiped out, my body aching and exhausted. I slept like a log for the rest of the day, not waking up until it was already late in the evening. As I opened my eyes, I realized I was in a different bed. My hair was damp and clean, as if someone had taken the time to give me a bath and put me in fresh pajamas. Could it have been Shraf, my husband? The fact that there was no one else in the villa besides him seemed to confirm it, but I couldn't believe it. Shraf had never been the caring type, especially not towards me. The few times we've been intimate in the past few years, he definitely wasn't this attentive. It just doesn't add up. As I slowly got out of bed, I took a moment to survey the room. The only source of light came from a dimly lit lamp on the bedside table. Though my body felt refreshed after the bath, my mind was far from at ease. I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that lingered in the air. Taking hesitant steps, I made my way