Obsession

9. Ruined

She watched him slowly getting up from his large swivel chair and walking towards her. His striking eyes giving her a perusal from head to toe, making her heart beat wide. She wanted to hide from him. With each step, he was taking towards her it was making her legs tremble more and more. The anxiety building up in her mind was evident through her eyes.

His face was expressionless and so were his eyes. Dark and cold. Just like every other time.

Blinking in her fear, she matched his gaze as he stood infront him.

"Agree?" His grave voice asked.

"Yes. I agree to your condition," she uttered, "I agree to-to spend a night with you," The sentence alone made her look down with shame.

He perched her chin between her hands but she pulled her face away from his grip.

"Don't touch me!" she gritted but his hand moved and this time around he dugged his fingers in her cheeks, pulling her face towards him.

"Now, I can do more than just touch you. Can't I?" he asked, raising his brows.

"Yes, you can," she replied, her eyes penetrating his, "you can. But only for one night," she held his hand, "not before that. Not after that," and pushed his hand away from her face.

He slid his arm against the small of her back before pulling her closer to him. Frowning, she tried to pry him off but he didn't budge rather increased the intensity of his hold on her.

"If you can be bought for a night then I can also buy you for your whole life," moving closer, he placed his lips near her ear, "trust me. I can do this," he muttered.

"Stay away from me!" she protested and tried to push him away when he had her against the door and a click sound resonated in the atmosphere, implying he had locked the door.

She panicked.

"Shhhh," he shushed her putting his finger on her lips, "if I'll stay away then how will we do what we agreed on?"

He had her head next to her ear and arms encaging her between the door and his sturdy chest.

"I told you already, our deal is just for a night. You can't get intimate with me before that or after that. Just one night," she challenged, her voice came out sharp and violent.

"Is that so?" he pulled his head back.

"Yes. It is so,"

"Fine. Then let that night be tonight," He stated with a tone of finality.

"What?" The sudden shock hit her.

Was he serious?

She wasn't ready for it. She hadn't mentally prepared herself.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head in a negative. Her voice suddenly losing its strength.

"Yes," he asserted pulling back from her.

"I will not agree to-to that,"

"I know how to make you agree, Sheharzaad. Do you wanna know?"

His voice sounded ominous to her making fear strike within her. "I'm not ready yet. No, not tonight. Not tonight," She kept on shaking her head left and right as if unable to believe it.

"You are not in command. I make decisions and you follow,"

"Not now. No. Not now," she pleaded. She was trembling. She would never be mentally ready for this but this was way too much fast. Very fast. She never expected him to reach this decision.