Twisted Love, Deceptive Truth
Ep.16
Zoran
He traced a finger along her cheeks, "I couldn't resist coming to see you. After all, it's your wedding night. A special night for my special girl."
He made her sit on bed, his proximity making Ziya's heart race for all wrong reasons. He reached out, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek.
Ziya
"Zoran, stop it," she pleaded, trying to move back on the bed, but he followed, closing the distance again until she reached the end of the bed, her back hitting the bedpost.
Ziya
"Zeynil will be here any moment."
Zoran
Zoran said softly, his voice laced with a dangerous charm, "Zeynil will be here soon enough but right now, it's just you and me."
Ziya tried to pull away, but Zoran’s hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her gently but firmly. The familiar scent of him made her head spin, a mix of nostalgia and fear clouding her thoughts.
Ziya
"Zoran, this isn't right. I am married to Zeynil now." She pleaded. "You can't-"
But before she could finish, Zoran leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was intense, filled with a possessiveness that took Ziya by surprise. He slipped his tongue in her warm mouth. His tongue exploring every inch of her mouth.
She tried to pull back, but he used his one hand to press on the back of her head, his other hand holding her waist tightly. She pushed against his chest, trying to break free, but Zoran's grip only tightened.
Zoran
He said in a low whisper against her lips, "You are mine Ziya, don't forget that. I am not letting you go easily."
Zoran
"Stop chanting his name like he is everything for you" Zoran shouted, finally losing his patience. "By taking his name in every sentence, you are just making things harder for yourself sweetheart," he said through gritted teeth, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous.
Ziya
Ziya's heart pounded with panic as she struggled to get herself out of his hold. "Zoran, please.... leave"
Instead of letting her go, he sat on the bed and pulled her on his lap. Now Ziya was sitting on his lap, her breath quickened as his hands slid down her arms, his touch both possessive and dominating.
Ziya
"Please don't do this, Zoran", she begged, her voice barely a whisper.
Zoran
Zoran pulled her closer, until his breath was warm against her ear, his voice smooth and insidious, "Sweetheart, the more you resist, the more I want you."
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