Chapter 5 Ensnared

• As Allacia struggled to recover from the lingering pain coursing through her body, she found herself sensing something unfamiliar.
• With a mix of confusion and astonishment, she reached out tentatively, her hand encountering a warm sensation. "What...?"
• Along with it came the gradually deepening breaths of a man and the escalating rhythm of his heartbeat.
• "Mm... don't touch me randomly!" The abrupt voice made her jerk back when she realized what she had just touched.
• Her face flushed crimson as she hastily retracted her hand. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, nervously fumbling with her words. She had never been in such proximity to a man before. Thus, her heart was pounding with nervous anticipation.
• Meanwhile, Zishan's breath grew deeper as his large hand gently encircled her slender waist to pull them closer together.
• "Mm..." A soft whimper escaped Allacia's lips, her discomfort evident as her face flushed even redder.
• This man... how could he...?
• His voice, husky and laced with the scent of tobacco, brushed against her ear. It sent shivers down her spine and set her skin ablaze with sensation.
• "Allacia, you've really captured my attention." His words sent her heart into a whirlwind of confusion.
• Desperately, she attempted to pull away, only to be met with a searing pain coursing through her scalp.
• To her dismay, she realized that her hair had become entangled in the zipper of his trousers.
• In a state of humiliation and discomfort, she knelt on the ground, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. While she shuddered, her voice quivered with fear as she struggled to articulate her thoughts. "Mr. Lloyd, I assure you, I had no intention of seducing you. It's just...this situation, it's..."
• Zishan lowered his gaze to where their bodies were entangled, his voice thick with tension. "What do you suggest we do? Shall we cut the hair or unzip?"
• Allacia's mind raced, torn between the two options. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze again as she tentatively offered, "There's a pair of scissors on the small table behind you..."
• Before she could complete her sentence, his firm hand enveloped hers and firmly pressed it against the sensitive area.
• "You handle it." His command was authoritative.
• The fiery sensation of his touch sent shivers down her spine, causing her heart to pound with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
• "I, I can't..." she stammered.
• "If you don't untie it, then we'll just sleep like this tonight!"
• With those words, he made another move to assert his dominance over her.
• Allacia pressed against his firm chest, her voice filled with urgency as she pleaded, "I can untie it! Would that be acceptable to you?"
• Leaning in anxiously, she felt her heart racing in her chest, and the adrenaline coursing through her veins intensified with every passing second.
• This was a new experience for her. The sensation of touching a man in this way sent tremors through her fingertips, causing them to quiver ever so slightly.
• Thankfully, everything went well.
• "Mr. Lloyd, I... I should go now. You should rest early." She managed as she freed her hair and hurried to leave, only to be stopped by him grabbing her wrist and pressing her against the wardrobe.
• His large hand supported her buttocks, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and his warm lips found hers. He passionately kissed her, and it sent a rush of sensations through her body.
• "Mmm…"
• A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as she felt her resisting hands being controlled by Zishan behind her. Hence, leaving her unable to resist his advances. She was forced to surrender to the fervent desires that consumed them both.
• The intensity of his kiss was noticeable as a mix of urgency and forcefulness left her breathless. Each nip and nibble sent shivers down her spine, and it almost pushed her to the brink of insanity. As the heat between them escalated, Zishan's body seemed to ignite, his desire matching the fervor of their embrace.
• Amidst the passion, a sudden sensation of coolness interrupted their heated exchange. His gaze drifted downward, and he caught sight of the glistening tears trailing down her flushed cheeks.
• For a fleeting moment, he hesitated, torn between his own desire and the realization of her emotional turmoil. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her soft lips, a pang of guilt tugging at his conscience.
• Freed from his grasp, Allacia didn't hesitate to slap him across the face. "You've crossed the line!"
• The sting of her slap shocked him and his pride was wounded by the unexpected blow. It was the first time he had ever been struck by a woman, and the indignation burned in his eyes, darkening his once impassioned expression.
• "Crossed the line?" he retorted, his voice laced with bitterness. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
• His accusation hung heavy in the air, a bitter reminder of the tangled web of desire and misunderstanding that had ensnared them both.
• "Knowing that I'm here and choosing not to wear underwear... it almost feels like an invitation for me to come and join you in bed, doesn't it?" he remarked bitterly.
• Allacia's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks ablaze with embarrassment as she realized her mistake. How could she have been so careless as to forget her underwear?
• "I..." Her voice faltered, her heart sinking as she realized the misunderstanding unfolding before her. The weight of being misjudged only added to her sense of injustice. Hence, intensifying the tears streaming down her cheeks.
• As Zishan witnessed the tears stream down her cheeks, a peculiar sensation stirred within him, and it softened the icy fortress of his heart. Restlessness crept through him like an army of ants, urging him to action.
• With a firm grip, he pulled her into his embrace and said in an authoritative voice, "Allacia, be mine."
• The unexpected declaration left her in disbelief. The man who disliked her in every possible way was now professing his desire for her.
• Conflicting emotions churned within her: a mixture of embarrassment, indignation, and fury. Is he toying with my emotions, she wondered.
• Summoning her inner strength, she imitated the arrogance of men, and said firmly and defiantly, "No! You are not worthy of being my man."
• After their conversation ended, she pushed away from his chest and bolted away at lightning speed. Zishan watched her departure with a gaze that seemed to penetrate the depths of her soul.
• Unwilling to be my woman? he pondered silently. He understood that all of this was just a game of cat and mouse orchestrated by Allacia. However, it unwittingly ignited an unquenchable longing within him.
• …
• The next morning dawned clear and crisp.
• When she woke up, both Levell and Zishan were nowhere to be found. Memories of the previous night flooded her mind, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment and uncertainty.
• "It's probably for the best that he's gone," she whispered to herself, a sense of relief mingling with lingering apprehension. "I pray I never have to cross paths with him again."
• Aware of the dangerous allure that surrounded Zishan, she couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability that had consumed her. The events of last night felt like a wild animal's bite – sharp, painful, and impossible to forget.
• Yet, despite her wishes, it seemed even the heavens couldn't grant her such a simple request.
• In the late hours of the night, within the resplendent halls of a grand hotel, a lavish banquet was underway.
• Daniel insisted on Allacia's presence, demanding she join him as his female companion for the evening.
• Bathed in the soft glow of the lights, Daniel took Allacia's hand in his, his other arm wrapping around her slender waist as they gracefully swayed on the dance floor.
• Allacia's expression remained calm, devoid of any emotion; her movements were mechanical, as if merely going through the motions of her duties.
• "Seeing your lifeless face is such a buzzkill!" Daniel shot her a disdainful glare, then abruptly released her and moved to embrace a seductive woman nearby.
• The sudden release caught her off guard, causing her to stumble backward and collide with a nearby pillar.
• "Agh..." A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as she felt the sting of pain radiating from her forehead where a cut had formed.
• Yet, despite the discomfort, there was a sense of relief knowing she no longer had to endure his presence.
• As she smoothed down the fabric of her dress, preparing to depart the venue, an unsettling sensation pricked at the back of her neck.
• It bore into her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine, its predatory nature akin to that of a wild beast locking onto its prey with a dangerous mix of heat and aggression. The heat of the stare seemed to sear through her, stirring a primal instinct deep within, as if she had unwittingly stepped into the path of a creature ready to pounce with lethal intent.
• Turning on her heel, she locked eyes with a tall and imposing figure.
• It was him… Zishan, concealed amidst the opulent palace lights beside the staircase. The warm yellow glow accentuated his ruggedly handsome features, his angular face illuminated with a captivating allure. There was a cigarette burning at his fingertips. With the smoke curling around, his gaze grew increasingly inscrutable.
• How had this small gathering managed to lure a man of such stature to its midst? At the sight of him, Allacia's mind involuntarily flashed back to the intimate entanglement of the previous night, her heart fluttering with unease.
• She attempted to shake off the chaotic thoughts swirling within her mind, so she clutched her bag tightly as she ascended the staircase. Not a single glance was exchanged between them; their interaction was similar to that of strangers passing in the night. Yet, with each step closer, she could feel the intensity of his gaze burning hotter and hotter...
• Just as she brushed past him, his firm, broad hand seized her wrist and dragged her forcefully toward the restroom! His strides were long and purposeful, leaving her stumbling to keep pace and nearly tumbling in her haste.
• "What are you doing?!" she exclaimed, but he offered no response.
• Once they entered the restroom, he swiftly locked the door behind them, and the sound echoed ominously in the confined space.
• With a swift motion, he tore her dress apart, and the fabric shredded like paper in his grasp. The straps and cups of her bra slipped down, revealing her glistening, full breasts, bouncing outwards with a tantalizing allure.
• The sight of her creamy, flushed skin momentarily stunned him.
• A husky gulp escaped his throat, his gaze growing increasingly heated as if he were about to devour a delicious prey in the dead of night.