Twisted Love, Deceptive Truth
Ep.20
Zeynil
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice deep, filled with quiet intensity.
Ziya hesitated, but his grip left her no choice. Her eyes reluctantly met his, fear flickering in their depths.
She felt the weight of his gaze, heavy and demanding. Zeynil’s fingers pressed firmly against her chin, holding her there, forcing her to face him.
Zeynil
"Why are you lying to me?" His words were sharp, cutting through the silence of the room.
Her breath hitched in her throat, panic rising. She could feel her pulse quicken, her mind replaying the earlier events in the bridal room.
Did Zoran tell him? Is that why he’s angry? She couldn’t bear the thought. Fear coursed through her veins as she trembled under Zeynil’s intense gaze.
Zeynil
"I can tell something happened, and you won’t even tell me."
Zeynil
His grip tightened slightly, frustration bubbling to the surface. "If you don't want to tell, then forget it. Since you are saying everything is okay, then let's continue with our wedding night."
Ziya’s heart pounded in her chest. She tried to speak, but no words came out, only fear.
Before she could react, Zeynil's hand shot
up to cup the back of her neck, his fingers
threading into her hair with a possessive
grip.
His other hand came up to her waist, pulling her roughly against him. There was no hesitation, no softness in the way he tilted her chin up with his thumb, forcing her to meet his gaze one last time before crashing his lips against hers.
The kiss was anything but gentle. It was
fierce, punishing, filled with the rage he
couldn't voice. Zeynil's mouth moved over
hers with a brutal intensity, claiming her,
demanding her surrender.
His lips pressed hard against hers, almost bruising, as if he wanted to devour her completely.
His tongue forced its way into her mouth,
taking control, his dominance unmistakable. He kissed her as if he were staking a claim, a reminder that she belonged to him, and him alone.
Ziya gasped against his mouth, the
intensity of the kiss stealing her breath.
She could feel the fire in his touch, the raw
hunger in the way he held her.
Zeynil's hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back slightly, deepening the kiss, his lips moving with a furious passion that left no room for escape. His kiss was a mixture of anger and desire, and Ziya felt overwhelmed by the power of it, the way he demanded everything from her without words.
Zeynil
He broke the kiss for a brief second, his breath ragged, his lips hovering over hers as he whispered harshly, "You're mine, Ziya. Every part of you, even your secrets."
Before she could respond, his lips crashed down on hers again, even more forceful than before. This time, there was an urgency to his kiss, a primal need to dominate her completely.
His teeth grazed her lower lip, biting down just enough to send a shiver through her, a reminder that he was in control. The kiss was rough, his emotions spilling over in the way he held her, in the way he kissed her as if trying to draw out the truth through sheer force.
Ziya's hands found their way to his chest,
pushing against him, but it was futile.
Zeynil didn't relent. Instead, his grip on her
waist tightened, pulling her impossibly
closer. His kiss was unrelenting, passionate in its intensity, leaving her breathless and shaking with the force of his anger and desire.
When he finally pulled back, both of them
were left panting, their breaths mingling in
the charged air between them. Zeynil's
thumb brushed over her swollen lips, his
touch now softer, but his gaze still fierce,
possessive.
Zeynil
"Don't lie to me again. If you don't want to tell something, just say that you are not ready to tell me yet, no need to rack your brain to come up with lies."
Zeynil
"Take rest now, we will talk tomorrow," he turned and left the room.
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