I want to be satisfied with you; 🔥🔥🔥
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Hearing these words created a strange pleasure inside me. But Emir was still holding my wrists above my head, making me feel the weight of his body on me. He had completely trapped me, as if to show his power.
Despite his oppressive attitude, I didn't move. I didn't try to escape or resist. I spoke in an indifferent tone:
"You're too curious about a man who accused me of all sorts of games after my first s****l experience and threw me out of his life, Emir. Who are you fooling? Me or yourself? If your only goal was s*x, you would have gotten what you wanted long ago through these dirty tricks. But having me followed, forcibly taken from my home, imprisoning me here... Why all this effort? I think you should ask yourself that question."
My words hit him like a slap in the face. Emir stood there silently for a while. Then he let go of my wrists, got off me, picked up his shirt from the floor, and put it on. Walking toward the door without even looking back in the darkness of the night, he said in a cold voice:
"Everything you need is in the closet. Be good," he said and slammed the door behind him.
I waited for the lock to turn, but the expected sound didn't come. Why hadn't he locked it?
After hesitating for a moment, I walked over to the closet. The closet was indeed full of everything: underwear, pajamas, a cardigan, makeup, and everyday clothes... Apparently, locking up women was a normal thing for him. Narcissistic bastard!
A little later, I went to the bathroom. I opened my mouth and removed the GPS chip implanted in my molar. This was part of our plan and had been given to me by Bora. Even if they searched me, they wouldn't find this chip. Moreover, without the signal being activated, no device's radar could detect it. What a great convenience! I activated the device and hid it in a corner of the room.
Now it was time for the next step in the plan: find a device with access to Emir's dirty business data flow and load Bora's virus onto it. That way, they could access the information, locate me via GPS, and rescue me from here. And thus, the Emir case would be completely closed.
I went into the room. Looking out the window, I saw a silver lake dancing in the moonlight and pitch-black darkness beyond. Feeling both curiosity and a strange complexity about Emir, I left the room.
A large staircase greeted me. I could hear voices coming from below; probably his men. The upper floor seemed quieter. Without hesitation, I headed upstairs. Dozens of paintings hanging on the walls along the corridor caught my attention. Displayed without any need for concealment, these paintings were like a time tunnel: childhood, youth, and adulthood... But what intrigued me most was, who could maintain such contact with the people in their life to display something like this?
I touched them with my hands and wiped the dust off them. When I fixed my eyes on one painting, I suddenly gasped. My God, it was Emir!
"If this is his adulthood, which one is his childhood?" I began to examine the painting with childlike curiosity. Quickly moving on to the others, I finally found a painting from his childhood. But I was startled by a voice behind me:
"Front row, third from the left."
When I turned my head quickly, I bumped into Emir's chest. He stood in front of me with his large frame. When I looked at his face, he was looking at me with his usual cold expression.
"How did you know I was looking for you?" I asked.
"In your words, you show meaningless tolerance for my actions. I wondered what the reason for this could be. Then, while looking at the pictures, I found you and watched you giggle. Apparently, it wasn't just me who was curious."
He was right. I was drawn to him in a way that was outside my duties. I had even given him my virginity, which I had protected for years, in a ridiculous way. But the darkness in his eyes... That attracted me.
I crossed my arms over my chest and began to speak mischievously:
"Hmm, so, shall I hear the story behind these pictures? Or should I just make one up myself?"
Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face.
"Oh, please! I'd love to hear my story through your imagination."
I covered my mouth with my hand and giggled. "Okay, here goes. Now listen carefully! You grew up in an orphanage, just like me. These are your friends. Every year your school organized a recital, and these photos were taken then. But after the last photo, the photos stopped because it was realized that the recital performances were mediocre, and you were kicked off the team!"
Emir burst out laughing. He was even holding his stomach from laughing so hard.
"I really like this story! What do you think, do you think they'll take me back?" he said.
"Oww, don't get your hopes up, Emir, you really are mediocre!" I continued to giggle.
Now our mutual laughter filled the room. But seconds later, Emir's gaze locked onto my face. His eyes carried a deep meaning, as if reading my entire soul.
"You have a beautiful laugh," he said, his voice low and calm. Then he took a deep breath, the seriousness on his face becoming even more pronounced. "You're beautiful, very intelligent, and... wild." His eyes drifted slightly downward as he swallowed. "And I know a man like me has no right to be close to you."
He fell silent for a moment, as if trying to gather his thoughts. Then he took another deep breath and continued:
"You were in danger today. That's why I was waiting at your door. People who wanted to harm me saw you leaving the plaza and followed you. They escaped my men, but I have to protect you until they're caught."
His voice grew heavier, as if each word was struggling to come out of his throat. "When you got home, I saw the disappointment on your face. Are you so upset because you wasted your virginity on a man like me? Is that why you were so cold? If so, I'm truly sorry."
He lowered his head. He seemed to be avoiding eye contact, like a child who had realized his mistake. Then he started talking again:
"When that man came, I relaxed when you ate something and smiled a little. It was as if it took his mind off things, and that made me happy. But... then when I saw you smile at him, I felt this senseless jealousy. So much so that..." His hands were clenched into fists, the veins on his face prominent. It was clear from his whole demeanor that he was truly upset.
"Then I sent that message. Unconsciously, in anger... But you showed your true colors again, you went wild and kissed that man!" His voice was trembling, and I noticed he was clenching his fists in uncontrolled rage. "Blood rushed to my head. I was like a madman. I could have found that man and killed him."
Finally, he lifted his head and looked into my eyes. There was deep sadness on his face. "I know a dirty man like me shouldn't think about you, but... I'm curious about one thing. Was it just stubbornness? Or did you really want to be with him?"
His voice was low, but his question was heavy. It was as if an answer would both break him and heal him. As I looked at him, all my complicated feelings fell silent. They were replaced only by pure interest and affection.
I took a step. Then another. When I stood before him, I placed my hand on his cheek. There was a look of surprise on his face, his eyes were teary. He watched me with deep, searching eyes, as if trying to make sense of the whole world. Focusing on his eyes, I began to speak calmly:
"Like you said, this morning was the first time I've ever been with a man. I was with you. But then, you kicked me out and told me to get out of your life." I took a deep breath; what I was about to say scared even me. "I wanted to punish you, yes. It was stubbornness. But the truth is..." I paused for a moment, gathering my courage. "The truth is, I was only imagining you, Emir Kara."
He seemed to be fighting what he heard. His eyes were locked on mine, his breathing quickened. We stared at each other for minutes, saying nothing. As if searching for meaning beyond every word.
Finally, he stirred to say something, but I cut him off. "I'm going to bed, it's late," I said, turning my back and taking a step toward my room.
But in seconds, he grabbed me from behind and pulled me close to him. His lips closed over mine. In that moment, we forgot the whole world. His warm breath, his hands, and his kiss set my whole body on fire. He pinned me against the wall, practically devouring me with his panting breaths. My arms wrapped around his neck. I caressed his hair and neck, responding to his kiss.
He pulled away from my lips for a moment, looked into my eyes breathlessly. He whispered:
"I want you. Will you let me? Can I make love to you?"
I smiled. The fact that he was still asking for permission like a child softened my heart. Wanting me but not touching me showed his respect for my boundaries. I placed a small kiss on his lips and whispered;
''Let it be longer this time. I want to have my fill of you tonight!''
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