His Ruthless Desire

“You are hurting me,” she said, trying to free herself from his grip.

He had her pinned to the wall with her back to him, and she was twisting her hand at her back. She cried out in pain and tried harder to free herself but to no avail. She was hardly a match for his strength. He was ruthless, and his anger only intensified with every passing moment.

“You slut, what did you think? I wouldn’t know what your masters put you up to. The moment you walked into my office that day, I knew you were up to something,” he whispered into her ear, biting her earlobe.

"Please leave me. I beg you. You’re being delusional. I’m not working for anyone,” she pleaded with him. She knew that if she couldn’t make him believe her, he might actually follow through with his threats and kill her.

“No, my little bird, you can’t deceive me anymore. Your teammates are in my custody, and they will pay for their deeds. And you, my angel, will pay the biggest price. You think you can fool me, and I’ll never find out? I’ll make you disappear from the face of the earth, and your masters won’t be able to do a thing,” he pressed hard against her body, pushing her into the wall until she could hardly breathe. She was sure he would carry out his threat at any moment, and she felt utterly helpless.

She was choking, and she desperately tried to push him away. She knew that if she remained in this position for a few more minutes, she would suffocate. The pain shot through her arm, and tears began to roll from her eyes as she continued to struggle without success.

Just as she was about to pass out, he turned her towards him and crushed her mouth with his. It was the first time he had kissed her on the lips, and his kiss was demanding and punishing. He bit her lips and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, tasting her and ravishing her. She was so exhausted that she couldn’t resist this sudden assault. His entire body pressed against hers, and for some reason she couldn’t comprehend; she felt arousal building within her.

He withdrew suddenly, looking into her eyes, where he could see the hunger for more. He smirked, and his hands traveled from her waist to her hair. He coiled her hair around his palm and pulled it backward. She felt a sudden pain and a little cry escaped from her mouth, but it transformed into a moan when he began to kiss her neck. He was rough and bit the tender flesh on her neck and shoulders.

Eva was surprised that she didn’t feel repelled by his touch; instead, she arched her head, giving him more access. A knot tightened in her abdomen, and just when she thought she might climax, he withdrew. She begged him to continue, her desire evident in her breathless pleas. But he was Taimur Al Jahaan and was not born to please anyone but himself.

“Did you like it, my little slut?” He asked, looking into her icy blue eyes, which seemed to promise to consume him entirely.

“Please, Taimur,” she pleaded again. “Please don’t stop.”

He laughed wickedly, “Not yet, mon ange (my angel). I will punish you in ways you can’t even imagine. But I will never let you go. You are mine now—mine to love, punish, and hate. And I promise you, you won’t like any of the above things.” His jade-green eyes bore into her cool, icy blue ones, and she knew that her life was about to turn into hell.