Chapter 12
My heart was pounding when I walked into my family's bar.
The familiar aromas of Turkish food and the sound of laughter from tables full of customers made the atmosphere welcoming, but I could only think of one thing: seeing Eda.
The moment I stepped inside, I spotted her sitting at a table in the back.
She was the only person in the bar I wanted to see.
She was there, smiling gracefully at me while swirling a glass of wine.
Her light brown hair fell softly over her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled with a mysterious light that captivated me immediately.
I approached with a smile, feeling blessed to have her in my life, and hugged her tightly, breathing in the soft perfume of her hair.
“Eda!” I took a sip of my whiskey before asking, “Where’s your cousin? Wasn’t she supposed to come with you today to meet me?”
“So, Ayaz...” She sighed, looking a bit uncomfortable. “My cousin is kind of shy and backed out at the last minute.”
“That’s weird,” I said casually. “From what you told me, she was pretty excited to meet me.”
“Don’t worry about it, Ayaz.” She looked at me affectionately and took my hand. “My cousin’s like that—a bit reserved—but I’m sure she would have liked meeting you. It’ll happen when the time is right.”
After that, we talked for hours and the night flew by.
We shared laughter, stories, and secrets.
Eda was funny, intelligent, beautiful, and utterly captivating—everything I could want in a woman.
It was one of those magical nights when you feel you’ve found someone destined to be by your side.
It was as if we’d known each other for years, not just a few days.
I’d been attracted to her from the moment we met, and now, with her right there beside me, I couldn’t think of anything else.
We were living through special days and nights together.
It was as if the world around us disappeared and only the two of us existed.
But something was bothering me. She seemed to be hiding something, and her cousin, whom I’d expected to meet that evening, hadn’t shown up.
I didn’t know why, but I found it strange and decided not to bring it up.
Instead, I focused on Eda and how she made me feel.
As the night went on, I fell more and more in love with her. We laughed, drank, and danced together. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I knew Eda felt the same—I could see it in her eyes.
At the end of the night, we went to an apartment I owned near the bar, which we affectionately called “our little corner.” We’d been using it for our secret rendezvous—at least until she talked to her father about us, ended her arranged engagement, and we could reveal our love to the world.
I intended to marry her as soon as possible.
Actually, that was the only thing bothering me about our relationship.
Patience wasn’t exactly my greatest virtue.
Quite the contrary—I was impulsive, capable of terrible things to get what I wanted, how I wanted it, and when I wanted it.
Besides, I hated the idea of sharing what was mine, even though in her case, I wasn’t really sharing her with anyone.
She could barely look her so-called fiancé in the face, and the two had no intimate contact whatsoever.
But I wanted her for myself. Only for myself.
I wanted to let my possessive side surface and shout to the world that she was mine.
ONLY MINE. And she was taking too long to talk to her father and resolve that situation.
Eda seemed nervous, and once again, I suspected she was hiding something from me. I encouraged her to open up, but she changed the subject, saying it was just my imagination. Still, I felt there was something she was keeping from me—a secret consuming her from within.
Sometimes I got the feeling she was on the verge of telling me something, but she always hesitated.
I could see an internal struggle in her eyes, and although my instinct was to push her to share, I didn’t want to pressure her.
I wanted her to know she could trust me, that I would be by her side no matter what.
Unlike how I usually dealt with my enemies, I didn’t want to torture or interrogate her until she confessed, forcing the truth out of her. I wanted her to tell me of her own free will. With Eda, everything was different!
I hugged her tightly, trying to encourage her to open up, and promised that nothing would change between us. I was in love with Eda, and nothing could change that. I kissed her passionately, and she assured me again that everything was fine.
Suddenly, the entire atmosphere between us shifted.
Our bodies pressed so close together sent a shiver down my spine.
In that same instant, I became acutely aware of the heat of her body against mine.
Eda looked at me, her deep green eyes reflecting a desire she could barely contain.
It was always like this when we were together—we were like fire and gasoline.
The passion and desire that ignited between us in that moment were undeniable. Our mouths met once again, sealing a passion that was growing fast. I claimed her lips with overwhelming hunger, feeling an electric current sweep through my veins, trembling as her sweet tongue tangled with mine.
Intense arousal ravaged my body. I tore off our clothes and went at her, biting her flesh and savoring her skin with wild abandon. I heard her moan as I nibbled on her neck, my hands—as eager as my hard cock—attacking her breasts.
“Fuck, Eda!” I cursed, moaning loudly as she arched back and offered herself to me even more.
“Ayaz!” she moaned my name loudly and shamelessly as I eagerly licked her swollen nipple.
Her nails raked down my back and I lost my mind, overwhelmed by the urge to fuck her right then and there. I laid her down on the dark upholstery of the living room sofa and admired her as she waited for me expectantly—eyes glazed, breasts heaving, lips swollen and parted.
I ran my hands over her gorgeous body while she writhed beneath me, grunting, moaning softly and steadily.
“So hot!” I growled, sinking a finger into her pussy while she arched her hips wildly, begging for more.
I thrust my finger into her sex while my other hand rubbed her clit. I licked, nibbled, and kissed her belly. Then I sank into her and began thrusting deep and hard, chasing an overwhelming orgasm for both of us.
I locked my eyes on hers to watch her come hard on my cock. Her breathing was ragged, her irises losing some of their intense green and darkening as lust consumed her.
“Ayaz!” she moaned needily.
“Come for me, my only one, my life!” I begged, desperate to find my own release inside her.
Eda didn’t hold back and surrendered immediately, never looking away from me, giving herself gloriously to her orgasm.
I watched her grind against me, roll her hips and pulse as she sought relief, her face lit up with desire.
I couldn’t hold out any longer and spilled inside her, overwhelmed by a lust unlike anything I’d ever felt, collapsing my weight onto her. That woman drove me absolutely wild.
I took her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom, nestling her body next to mine in bed so we could recover. Eda couldn’t stay long—she needed to leave so her father wouldn’t suspect anything, since she always told him she was at her cousin’s house whenever we met.
This uncomfortable situation was slowly eating away at me. I couldn’t wait to have her all night, just for myself, like that first time on the sands of Bodrum beach, under a blanket of stars.