Fathia craves only one truth: the intoxicating power of his touch and everything he promises her in the darkness. Every forbidden fantasy materializes through him—relentless, consuming, undeniably real. Yet doubt lingers. "Why?" she demands, eyes blazing as their breaths intertwine. He looms above her, offering a cold smile that masks the hunger burning in his obsidian gaze. Months of separation have left her tormented, aching for what only he can provide. "One or two?" Sebastian withdraws slowly, his slick fingers tracing her flushed skin with deliberate possession. Fathia's frustration ignites. She shoves him away, scrambling for her scattered clothes as heat floods her cheeks—burning with anger and something far more dangerous. "We're done," she snaps. Sebastian's low chuckle follows her frantic movements. His eyes track the evidence of their passion marking her skin, darkened by satisfaction. "You're certain?" His voice drops, smooth and threatening. "I only want to ensure we're both satisfied." Fathia rolls her eyes, wrapping fabric around her thighs. "Actually, I have plans with Kenzo. In two hours." His expression darkens instantly. The intimacy shatters. But Fathia doesn't fear his reaction—she craves it. The jealousy ignites something primal in them both. In a single motion, Sebastian reclaims her, pulling her against him with unrelenting force. "Never happening." Fathia's triumphant laugh fills the space between them. "Stop playing games with me, Sebastian. You never win."