Don't give up on me.

TWENTY FIRST

Shock; it always registers after a while. Although Zayan had been incredibly close to her so she should have predicted his next move and pushed him away and ran for hills. But she was paying the price of standing there. His lips descended on her's with a brutal force. Her head jerked back as he attacked her with his lips.

The kiss, it was nowhere near sweet. It was bruising, terrifying and passionate. His hand gripped her nape tightly as his lips moved. Johum was rendered speechless; one, because his lips were sealing her's and second, because she was shocked. Why would he just...

She let out a strangled noise and placed her hand on his shoulder to push him away. He tugged her closer and took her bottom lip in between his teeth as he bit it and then nibbled on it to soothe the pain. It was nowhere near a good kiss. There were no sparks, no fireworks and she certainly didn't feel the butterflies in her stomach. Instead, her stomach churned, her skin crawled and her eyes filled with unshed tears.

She tried again, to push him, to tell him that she didn't want it but once again he applied more pressure on her mouth. He cupped both her cheeks with his hands and bit her lips, sucked and nibbled them. She knew they would be bruised and red if he decided to let go in few years. She opened her mouth, to protest and a whimper did leave her mouth but he took it further ahead by kissing her deeply. 

And he only let go when he was satisfied, when he needed to breathe and when he have had his fill. He pulled back and stared at her, his chest heaving and his lips a dark shade of pink. Her first instinct was to lift her hand and swing it with as much force as she could muster but it never collided with his cheek, he grabbed her wrist and pressed it to his chest.

His tongue flicked over his lips as he heaved heavy breaths as if he had run a marathon. Well, he had, over her lips.

"You are such a bastard! I hate you, you fuckin' asshole!!!" She hit him with her other hand, punching his shoulder and jerking her wrist out of his hand but he never let go. She shrieked and kicked his shin, wherever she could reach, "I hate you! I hate you!! You're no better than Bulut! You're just like him!! I hope you die!! I pray you die!!" Sobs heaved out of her throat and tears streamed down her cheeks as she screamed. Zayan grabbed her other hand as well and kept on grabbing her both hands until she had calmed down and her sobs had turned down to small sniffles.

"Are you done?" He asked. She looked at him with so much hatred and coldness and that should have frozen him, but he remained unfazed. Johum used all her power to pull her wrists out of his reach and when he let go, she stumbled back and her back hit the edge of desk. She wiped her lips, her cheeks and then glared at him.

"I wonder why you're so alone! Because nobody likes an asshole." She told him, she could've spat on his face and he would have looked bored.

"Well-"

"You're going to hell!"

"I'll say your hi to Satan!" He stated, smirking at her slightly. She wished she could punch him just once, that would make her the happiest woman on earth. "Well, the kiss was good but we need to go." He looked at his leather stripped watch.

"Let's go! Ladies first." He gestured towards the door with his hand.

"Then why don't you go first?" She raised her brows. He rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand, practically dragging her outside.

"I forgot, you're not a lady." He told her but she was already lost in the thoughts as he took her downstairs and told her to stay in the living room and not to cause any trouble. His friends had gone home which was apparently his doing and Rüya was put to sleep as it was five in the afternoon which was her nap time.