Chapter 12

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.