Chapter 29. The Devil's Pawn

"It’s as simple as that, Sheharzaad," he said, his voice chillingly straightforward. "You were on my mind, and I want to fuck you out of this brain. Regardless of the text, I would have you in my bed."

He leaned in slightly, his gaze piercing. "Unknowingly, you have become a new obsession of mine, and I want to get rid of it as it is an unhealthy infatuation. And there is only one solution."

His eyes flickered with a dangerous light. "You. In. My. Bed."

Sheherzaad felt her chest burn with a thick, hot, seething rage. "You’re nothing but a bastard, Shehryaar!" she spat out. She didn't care if her words provoked him. She didn't care that he was the one in power. She didn't care about anything.

Any fear she felt was overpowered by her anger.

He tilted his head a little, a dark smile pulling at his lips. "That, I am." With these words, he got up from his chair and moved towards her, his predatory, calculating eyes fixed on her.

Sheherzaad felt her hea