Consent given

"It is as simple as that, Sheharzaad. You were on my mind and I want to fuck you out of this brain. Regardless of the text, I would have you in my bed. Unknowingly you have became a new obsession of mine and I want to get rid of it as it is an unhealthy infatuation. And there is only one solution to that. You in my bed," he said straightforwardly.

Anger condensed in her heart. In a fit of fury she spoke, "you are nothing but a bastard, Shehryaar!" she bellowed.

"That I am," he said and stood up from his position. Her heart skipped a beat.

He began to come closer towards her. And her brain registered the grave error it had done again.

"And you know what I do with one who run their mouth on me?" he questioned, stepping closer and she felt as if the death was approaching her. Anger and fear were two alternate emotions she felt under his presence. She was a hot head by nature but this emotion of fear was something she discovered in herself upon meeting him. He had made her introduce to