Chapter 44

My eyes fluttered open, disoriented in the dim light of the room. A presence loomed nearby, sending a shiver down my spine. “Who’s there?” I whispered, my voice trembling with fear.

A figure moved closer, and a low, chilling voice whispered in my ear, “It’s me, Mi Vida.”

I took in a shaky breath.

Shraf.

There was no mistaking him.

I would never forget the smell of his cologne. The smell of his skin. It was seared into my memory forever.

It was the scent of my nightmares, my deepest fears, my worst memories, all rolled into one.

But it was also the smell of lust, of sex, of pleasure.

“Shraf?” I didn’t recognize the voice that came from my mouth. It was weak. Shaky. Scared. Because I was scared. I didn’t move an inch, my body rigid as I lay in the darkness of my bedroom.

A hand landed on my hip, slowly traveling up and down my leg. Up and down, up and down.

I tried to swallow, my throat suddenly dry, but nothing would go down.

“Who else would it be?” A deep voice whispered in my ear, br