Chapter 6

After taking a moment to freshen up, Elena emerged from the bathroom, feeling a renewed sense of composure. As she stepped into the corridor, her eyes fell upon a man standing with his back against the wall.

She froze in place. He was naturally sexy and attractive.

His posture, though relaxed, held a certain disarming quality that intrigued Elena. His mere presence exuded a captivating aura, drawing her attention like a magnet. For a brief moment, time seemed to pause as she took in his features, her curiosity piqued.

With cautious steps, she approached him, her eyes fixed upon his form. The corridor seemed to narrow, the rest of the world fading into insignificance as their paths converged.

There was a spark of recognition in Elena's eyes, a glimmer of familiarity that she could not quite place. As she drew nearer, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension danced within her heart.

Elena's thoughts raced, her mind searching for answers to the questions swirling within her.

Who was this man?

Why did he look more familiar than he should?

Step by step, she closed the distance between them, her curiosity overshadowing any hesitation. Elena's heart thudded in her chest.

When she passed by the man, he grabbed her arm.

"Don't you recognize me?" His voice oozed with a hint of intrigue, his words laced with a magnetic allure that sent a shiver down Elena's spine.

Her eyes locked onto his captivating gaze, drawn deeper into his presence.

As Elena allowed her gaze to sweep over the man's figure, a surge of desire coursed through her veins. Every feature of his face exuded a sensual magnetism, from his chiseled jawline to his piercing eyes.

If she had encountered him before, she knew without a doubt that his stunning visage would have been etched into her memory.

"I am sorry, sir," she finally responded, "I am afraid you've mistaken me for someone else."

The man's own smile deepened, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of intrigue and amusement. His charm seemed to radiate from every pore.

"Oh... is that so?" he murmured, his voice a velvet caress that sent a shiver down her spine. With a firm grip, he pulled Elena closer and pressed her against the wall, their bodies igniting with a magnetic intensity. "What about this? Do you remember me now?"

The man was emitting a dangerous aura, sending shivers through Elena's body. His presence commanded attention, exuding an irresistible blend of mystery and allure.

Every fiber of Elena's being recognized the danger that emanated from this enigmatic stranger. His mere presence sent tremors of both fear and excitement coursing through her veins. It was as if his very essence carried a warning, a silent reminder of the unpredictable path that lay ahead.

The intensity of his gaze, piercing and filled with untamed desire, stirred a potent mixture of apprehension and longing within Elena. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

As his eyes locked onto hers, Elena found herself transfixed, unable to tear her gaze away. The weight of his dangerous aura sent shivers down her spine, awakening a dormant hunger within her.

"Let go of me!"

"You are asking me to let go of you? Weren't you the one who took the initiative that night?" The man's words struck her like a bolt of lightning.

That night?

Elena looked again. The man was breathtaking- striking features, a body built with strength, and a natural air of authority that clung to him like a crown.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she whispered, though her voice faltered.

Aaron tilted her chin with two fingers, his touch deceptively gentle. "No woman defies me," he murmured. The charged silence that followed was thick enough to stop time.

Then he lowered his head, his gaze burning into hers until their breaths mingled. His lips brushed hers, light, deliberate, before claiming her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

Heat flared between them, sharp and consuming. The kiss was dominance wrapped in desire, a battle of fire and steel. The world dissolved, leaving only the raw pull that yanked them closer.

Elena's body betrayed her, answering his touch even as her mind screamed. Her pulse thundered, her lips moving against his in a clash that was half surrender, half defiance.

Aaron deepened the kiss, fierce and unrelenting. It was power and vengeance, desire and punishment, all tangled into one.

Elena's heart quaked. Their lips collided again and again, neither willing to yield.

Elena's sweet breath made Aaron recall the night they spent together. He felt a tightness in his lower body, and he subconsciously leaned closer to her.

Aaron, consumed by a magnetic force, led Elena with a sense of urgency, their lips remaining locked in a fiery embrace.

As they stepped into the bathroom, the door closed behind them, sealing them away from the outside world. The click of the latch echoed the intensity of their connection, amplifying the electrifying tension that charged the air.

Aaron, unable to resist the temptation that engulfed them, continued to explore Elena's lips with an unrestrained fervor. The passionate exchange of their kisses spoke volumes, conveying a depth of longing and a hunger that could no longer be contained.

Elena was shocked by his gesture and tried to push him away, "What are you trying to do?"

The warm, steam-filled atmosphere heightened their senses, intensifying the sensations that coursed through their bodies.

"You took advantage of me that night... and now it is my turn."