Betrayal To Bliss

His strong woman

"Leave me!" Sanem cried out, her voice trembling with fear as the masked men grabbed her. She fought against them, her nails clawing at the rough fabric of their disguises, desperate to break free. But it was no use - the chloroform they had injected her with was already taking effect, her vision blurring as her body grew heavy.

The car ride felt like an eternity, Sanem drifting in and out of consciousness as the vehicle rumbled down the deserted streets. When it finally came to a stop, one of the men scooped her up and carried her inside an old, abandoned villa.

As he laid her down on the musty bed,the man removed his mask, revealing the face of Jan.

Jan let out a heavy sigh, running his hands over his weary features. He gestured to the other two men, silently ordering them to leave. The door clicked shut, leaving Jan alone with the unconscious Sanem.

He gazed down at her, his brow furrowed with conflicted emotions. Part of him felt guilty for bringing her here against her will. But another part - the part that had been consumed by his growing obsession - was relieved to finally have her in his grasp.

With a shaky hand, he reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. "I'm sorry, Sanem," he murmured, his voice laced with regret. "But I can't let you go. Not now, not ever."

Jan stared down at Sanem's unconscious figure, his heart pounding. "I have many things to settle with you, Sanem Aiydin," he whispered, slowly peeling off his shirt.

A flood of memories washed over him - the pain, the accusation, the haunting thoughts that had plagued him for years. "What hurt you so much that day, to say the truth?" He leaned in, inhaling the familiar scent of her beautiful hair.

Fuck, he was supposed to destroy her. Instead, he found himself captivated, unable to tear his eyes away. She had been his first kiss, an encounter that had left an indelible mark.

Jan's finger traced down Sanem's arm, a shiver running through him. "What if I actually did it, the thing I was accused of because of you?" He leaned in closer, his breath tickling her skin. "You'd have to live with the horrors of it."

Part of him wanted to follow through, to make her pay. But another part - the part that still yearned for her touch, her kiss - fought against it. Jan clenched his fists, torn between his desire for vengeance and his consuming need for her.

Jan couldn't take his eyes off of Sanem. As she lay sleeping beside him, he felt an overwhelming urge to be close to her. Gently, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her lips. The sensation sent a spark through his body, making him crave more.

But he resisted the temptation, instead choosing to simply watch her peaceful form. He traced the outline of her face with his fingertips, marveling at her beauty. Placing a few more soft kisses on her head and lips, Jan reached for his phone and began to take pictures of them together.

In the photos, it almost looked as if they were being intimate, though they had done nothing more than this gentle touching and kissing. Jan carefully angled the shots, wanting to capture the intimacy of the moment.

Unable to resist any longer, he placed a trail of kisses along her jaw and down the curve of her neck. Sanem stirred slightly, but did not wake. Satisfied, Jan laid back down beside her, content to simply bask in her presence until morning came.

As the first light of dawn began to peek through the curtains, Jan knew he needed to leave before Sanem awoke. With one last longing look, he slipped out of the bed and hurried out of the room, disappearing into the early morning before Sanem even realized he was gone.