THE SHOW GIRL +18 (Secret Mission!)

Dangerous contact;

The dark cloak of night had enveloped the mountains in an ominous silence, but the room in the house was almost completely silent. Only the faint crackling of the fire and the distant howling of the wind could be heard.

Emir had dragged Alara into the house like a wild animal, thrown her onto the leather chair in the middle of the room with his strong arms, and walked away from her. He ignored her, not saying a word, as if punishing her.

Minutes later, he moved to the wooden bar in the corner, sipping his whiskey from a crystal glass with heavy movements. He didn't take his eyes off her for a moment, but he didn't say a word.

Alara watched this strange silence from where she sat, struggling with the complex emotions inside her. Her curiosity was compelling. The words Emir had spoken a few hours earlier, as if wanting to erase her from his life completely, were still in her mind. "Don't ever show your face to me again."

But now here they were, alone together again... They were floundering in the frightening vortex of this complicated relationship.

Emir gently raised his glass and took a sip. The dim light emphasized the harsh lines on his face, radiating a dark aura like the silent fury of a hunter. Alara finally spoke, unable to hide her impatience:

"Is this how you satisfy your wounded ego, Emir Kara?" she asked, her tone mocking. "By forcing every woman who leaves you to come back?"

Emir paused for a moment after these words. He leaned his arm against the window next to the bookcase, clenching the glass in his hand tightly. Finally, he spoke in a cold and threatening voice:

"Leaving me?" he said. "Don't be ridiculous. You gave me your virginity just this morning. What fantasy world are you living in?"

Alara stood up. Her slender silhouette glowed elegantly but sharply in the orange light of the fireplace. She walked slowly toward Emir, stopping in front of the window, level with him.

"Why do you care so much about my virginity?" she asked, fixing her gaze on his face. "Taking my virginity doesn't make me your wife. Didn't you tell me just a few hours ago, 'Get lost, don't ever show your face to me again'? Why is my being here so important now? Are you a sick psychopath? Or do you ruin people's nights just because you feel like it?"

Emir couldn't keep quiet after these words. His eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes blazing with anger. He put down his glass and asked in a low but threatening tone:

"Did I ruin your night?"

Alara approached him, mocking his anger, grabbed the glass, and downed all the whiskey in one gulp. Then, narrowing her eyes, she spoke again:

"Yes, you ruined my night."

These words pushed Emir over the edge. Reflexively, he grabbed Alara by the shoulder and pushed her hard against the glass. His hands were wrapped around her neck, gripping tightly. Her delicate neck looked as fragile as a bird in his palms. Even as Alara struggled to breathe, the defiant look in her eyes didn't fade.

"Is that so?" said Emir, bringing his nose close to her face. "What did you want? To continue trying out your newfound pleasures? You didn't listen to my warning and tried one already. Was it nice kissing that bastard?"

When he let go of Alara, she coughed and tried to catch her breath. Still, she acted as if she hadn't surrendered her authority to Emir. As she brought her hands to her neck and rubbed it, a sly smile appeared on her face.

"Yes, it was nice," he said, his voice mocking. "I wish you hadn't come so I could have enjoyed the rest."

These words caused Emir to lose control. He shot up like an arrow and grabbed Alara roughly from behind. He had her by the waist, holding her chin. His eyes were dark with rage.

"Look at me, you sneaky thing," he said. "I don't like sharing my prey. But you made me realize something: I played along with you. That was a mistake. Now I'm going to handle you so well that you won't even dare to dream of betraying me again."

The light from the fireplace illuminated this tense scene like a theater stage, and the tension between the two had reached its peak.

"You didn't believe me when I said you could touch me because I wanted you to," he said mockingly. "You researched me. You know what a pain I am, don't you? Did you think I would give in easily?"

She took a step back and stared straight into Emir's eyes. Her voice was firm, her tone mocking. "Now take your hands off me, because I'm not the type of woman who begs for you, I don't need a single bit of you!"

These words fueled Emir's anger, and a sly smile spread across his face. Her defiance seemed to trigger the hunter within him even more. He suddenly lunged forward and grabbed Alara in his arms.

But Alara was prepared. She had years of close combat training. With a sudden movement, she wrapped her legs around Emir's waist and swung her elbow at his head with all her strength. Despite his large frame, Emir staggered from the force of the blow.

He took two steps back, away from Alara. He felt a slight warmth at the edge of his eyebrow.

When he brought his hand to his face, he saw blood on his palm. However, rather than increasing his anger, it seemed to stir another emotion within him.

The smile on his face grew wider, and a gleam appeared in his eyes, reminiscent of a wild animal's delight in its prey. He took a step toward Alara and spoke in a mocking tone:

"This excites me even more," he said. "But it won't save you from my hands, wild thing."

After his words, his hands went to his shirt and with one movement he threw it to the floor. His muscular body glowed in the light of the fireplace, each line of his physique almost sculpted. The muscles running down from his chest to his groin glowed like living jewels in the reflection of the flames.

Alara tried to maintain control despite the sight before her. However, she couldn't hide the smile at the corners of her lips. For a moment, her eyes flashed with desire. Right now, she only wanted to be on top of him and take him deep into her womanhood with relish.

She swallowed, focusing only on his face to suppress her desire. The feeling of rebellion inside her, caused by what Emir had done to her that morning, reminded her that she had to stay true to her role.

"What are you trying to do, Emir?" she said, her expression cool. "Did you think you could scare me by flexing your muscles? You said tough, so I'm just playing tough."

But the defiance in her voice couldn't completely hide the desire building inside her.

A sly smile appeared on Emir's lips. This smile reflected both his admiration for Alara's courageous resistance and the darker feelings growing inside him.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Alara from behind with his strong arms, pressing her face down onto the seat. He grabbed her waist and pressed his groin against her shapely hips. Her slender, delicate body seemed to be under Emir's control. But the fire of rebellion in Alara's eyes had not been extinguished. This feeling was something she knew as well as her own breath: a spirit that refused to surrender.

Instead of trying to pull her arm away, Alara made a quick move. She deftly twisted her body and climbed onto Emir's shoulders. She wrapped her arm tightly around his neck, squeezing with all her strength as if to strangle him.

Emir's breath caught for a moment. He swallowed hard, struck Alara's arm with his palm to free himself, gathered his strength, and threw Alara off his shoulder to the ground.

Alara's breath caught for a moment as she fell, but the defiant look in her eyes remained. This time, Emir closed in on her more decisively, gripping her hands tightly and bringing her arms together above her head.

"You're full of surprises," said Emir, his breath quickening with excitement. His eyes gleamed like those of a predator dominating its prey.

"But now I'm the master of the game." He leaned toward Alara's face, the dark, mocking tone in his voice clearly defiant. "Now let's continue the night, my beauty."

The flames in the fireplace reflected their shadows. With one swift move, Emir tore Alara's shirt off, his sly smile replaced by a devilish look, his eyes flashing.

"So no bra! Looks like you really wanted that bastard to f**k you."