At first he's a passionate tormentor and now suddenly he's back to his cold self. He's definitely suffering from some mental disorder.
So many questions plagued her mind.
But at present, all she wanted was to be out of the disgusting outfit that made her feel like a harlot. Requiring answers for her questions would come later.
Shehryaar changed into his attire and was about to leave when Anissa caught his arm. "Please, let me change into something more appropriate and I promise I will never question you or disobey you again." She gave in, praying for his heart to open up and accept her plea.
Shehryaar turned to face her, a cruel smile plastered on his face.
"Go on, keep begging. It makes this whole ordeal all the more enjoyable." He cocked his head to the side. His eyes were gleaming with a sadistic intent. Cupping her jaw in his hand, he roughly brought her face near his as his warm breath fanned her flushed cheeks.