She felt trapped. Despite her efforts, Azurel's torment seemed never-ending. His presence loomed over her daily tasks, turning every moment into a trial. He knew she relied on Ilyas's kindness, and that knowledge made his cruelty even more relentless.
She didn't want to go to France with Azurel. She couldn't bear the thought. Ilyas, who once saved her, was her only hope. Though he had not been protecting her from Azurel, she believed he could, if only she could make him want to.
Determined, she devised a plan. If she could seduce Ilyas, perhaps he would intervene and stop Azurel's harassment. She spent the night plotting her approach, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and resolve.
A cold sweat ran down her back as she stood outside Ilyas's chamber. She knew she had only today. Tomorrow, she would be serving Azurel again, and his torment would resume. Today was her only chance to secure Ilyas's favor. She was terrified, but the thought of freedom, even if it meant death, propelled her forward.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the heavy wooden door. Inside, Ilyas was engrossed in a map, planning his next journey. The room was dimly lit by a single candle, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The silence was oppressive, amplifying the sound of her heartbeat thundering in her ears.
"Ilyas," she began, her voice trembling.
He didn't look up. "What is it?" he asked, his tone indifferent.
She swallowed hard, fear threatening to choke her. But she had to be bold. This was her only chance. Slowly, she moved closer, her hands shaking as she began to unbutton her blouse. One by one, the buttons came undone, revealing more of her skin with each movement.
Ilyas finally glanced up, his eyes narrowing in confusion and then darkening with anger. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice harsh.
She hesitated but, summoning all her courage, said, "I want you, Ilyas."
Before he could react, she stepped closer, her blouse slipping off her shoulders. She moved with a mixture of fear and determination, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel his gaze on her, hot and intense, as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him.
His hands shot out, gripping her arms tightly. "Stop this nonsense. What do you think you're doing?"
But she was beyond stopping. She had committed, and now there was no turning back. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I need you, Ilyas. I need you to save me from Azurel."
For a moment, he seemed frozen, his grip on her arms tightening. Then, with a growl, he pushed her away slightly, looking into her eyes with a mix of anger and confusion.
"You think this will solve your problems?"
She was on the brink of tears, her body cold, but with determination, she got up from the floor and pressed herself against him, her hands moving to undo the ties of his robe. He stiffened but didn't stop her. Slowly, she exposed more of his chest, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles. She could feel his heartbeat, strong and fast, beneath her touch.
"Ilyas," she murmured, pressing her lips to his neck. "Let me show you how much I need you."
His jaw tightened, his eyes closed as if weighing the moment. For a second, he remained still, but then his voice, cold and sharp, broke through the silence.
"Touch me again," he growled, his tone deadly calm, "and I will kill you."
Her blood turned to ice. Fear gripped her, and without hesitation, she scrambled off his lap, her heart racing as she fled the room, her footsteps echoing in the hall.
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