The steam in the bathroom still clung to us like a heavy shroud, but the intensity of Mahir's presence was the primary force suffusing the air. The water's constant cascade mingled with our rising breaths, creating a sensation that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. As the heat of the moment continued to envelope us, I felt a sudden wave of clarity amid the haze of desire and confusion.

Mahir's touch, previously electrifying and consuming, now seemed almost serene in its familiarity. His hands continued to explore my skin with a languid tenderness, as though he were memorizing every curve, every reaction. His smirk never left his lips, and it was clear that he was enjoying every moment of my bewilderment.

"What is this game you keep talking about?" I finally managed to ask, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and curiosity.

His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine. The smirk widened into a genuine smile, one that held a hint of both satisfaction and something more primal. "This game," he began, his tone almost affectionate, "is about control and submission. It's about seeing how far you'll go to possess me and how far I'll go to control you."

My heart pounded at his words. The realization that this entire ordeal was a game to him-a dangerous, twisted game- filled me with a mixture of dread and fascination. I had been so absorbed in my own feelings and plans that I had failed to see the full extent of Mahir's machinations.

"Why would you want this?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Why play these games?"

He leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. "Because, little fox, it's not just about control. It's about understanding the depths of desire, the limits of obsession. It's about knowing that even when you think you're in control, you're still my prey."

The warmth of his breath against my ear, combined with the sensation of his fingers trailing over my wet skin, sent shivers down my spine. His touch was so gentle, so intimate, that it was almost at odds with the threatening edge in his words.

"Does this mean..." I started, my voice trembling, "that you have feelings for me too? Or is this just another part of your game?"

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look directly into my eyes. His expression was a mix of amusement and something darker, something I couldn't quite decipher. "Feelings?" he repeated, his voice low and contemplative. "Feelings are part of the game, love. They are tools, weapons. But they can also be genuine. It depends on how you play your cards."

His words left me more confused than ever. The line between his genuine feelings and his manipulative games was increasingly blurred. Did he truly care for me, or was I just another piece on his chessboard?

"You're making it impossible to understand what's real," I admitted, my voice catching as I struggled with the conflicting emotions swirling within me. "Everything about this feels so wrong, but I can't deny how much I crave this....connection."

Mahir's eyes softened for a moment, and he traced a finger down the side of my face, his touch tender and almost affectionate. "Isn't that the beauty of it, my little fox? The blending of desire and control, the complexity of our connection. It's what makes this game so captivating."

He shifted his body slightly, and the water streamed more forcefully over us, creating a shimmering veil around us. His shirt was now nearly transparent, clinging to his form and emphasizing every muscle. My own body, dripping wet and pressed against the cold glass, was caught between vulnerability and intense longing. " Why is he so freaking hot..ughh" Focus Ritika Focus!

"I'm not sure what to believe anymore," I confessed, my voice a strained whisper."But I know that I don't want this moment to end. I don't want to face the reality outside this room."

Mahir's gaze softened further, and he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against my forehead. "Then let's stay in this moment, baby. Let's savor the intensity of our desire and the complexity of our emotions. For now, let's forget the world outside and focus on what's between us."

As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around me,pulling me closer. His touch was warm, his embrace almost comforting. The water continued to pour over us, blending with our heat and creating a cocoon of intimacy that felt both exhilarating and daunting.

He leaned even closer, his lips brushing against mine in a teasing caress. The contact was so light it left me craving more, my lips parting instinctively as if reaching for him. The water and steam made everything feel dreamlike, a blurred line between reality and desire.

Mahir's smirk returned, and he traced his tongue lightly over my lips, sending a shiver down my spine. My eyes fluttered shut as the sensation overwhelmed me, a tremor running through my body. When I opened them again, the shower was empty. The water still fell in a steady stream, but Mahir was gone. *What the hell..he didn't even kiss me properly.*

I stood there, breathless and confused, alone in my thoughts. The realization of his disappearance hit me like a cold wave, making my heart race and my mind reel. He had escaped, leaving me alone with the echoes of his words and the lingering warmth of his touch.

The steam continued to swirl around me, the sound of the water cascading a reminder of the moment that had just passed. I was left to confront the reality of his departure, the game continuing with me as an unwitting player. The complexity of our connection, the depths of his obsession, and the uncertainty of our future all remained suspended in the charged atmosphere of the shower, a tantalizing promise of what was to come.
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AN : guys.. I have a really important announcement

I am going underground.. I don't know when the next update will come or if it will even come or not😔