Lustful Eyes | 18+ |

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Lise blinked her eyes and looked ahead.

"Peter?" A small whisper escapes her shuddering body. A whisper that was audible to Peter and Andreas.

Peter looked at her with widened eyes. He appeared shocked but that lasted mere seconds. The next she knows, his eyes relax and a playful smirk lifts up on the corner of his lips.

Andreas who looked down at Lise as she called out for Peter cursed inwardly. She was as white as a paper. Her lips shivering and her body shaking. Her skin was scattered with goosebumps.

A fresh tear rolls down her eyes.

She was happy. So damn glad that Peter was here, too oblivious to the smirk he had plastered on his face. From the bottom of her heart, she thought he was here for her, too innocent to think that he may have other plans.

"Oh, Peter." She said again and began thrashing in Andreas' hold.

Andreas only tightened his hold around her body, not letting her body kiss the ground.

"Anna," he tried calling her softly when she began pushing on his chest to go to Peter. All she cared about was that this guy was her fiancé and someone who wasn't cruel to her. He was her savior.

But was he really her savior?

She looked at him and cried in despair when Andreas didn't let her go. He looked at her and despite shivering like a leaf, she was desperate to get out of his hold. His touch burned her. All he could see was how much she trusted the guy who stood before him.

Andreas was neither patient nor was he a man who had an open mind. He was jealous. Super possessive. And most definitely obsessive.

He just couldn't stand the idea of her touching another man.

Blurred was the line from a captor who only wanted to inflict pain on this little girl. Gone was that man who decide to have fun with a disabled teen.

He became crazy. How and when the girl had him playing at her fingertips was something he never in his wildest imagination thought was possible. She was something else. He had never felt attracted to a woman like this.

He didn't know what a woman wished for or desired. Not having a great experience with women around him, he most definitely thought Lise was nothing short of a cheap whore, who would spread her legs for every guy.

Seeing her talk to Elijah burned through him. Forgetting he was the one who tainted her, thought that she was just like the other women in his life, ready to spread her legs for any man she sees.

"Let me go, please." She cried, looking at Andreas briefly.

"Anna, no." He said firmly, leaving no space for arguments. Tightening his hold on her, he began walking towards the stairs.

"Noooo!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, spilling out her hands, stretching, and crying out loud.

"Leave me."

"Peter!"

"No."

"I don't like you. Let go of me!" She screamed.

Andreas was super mad hearing her scream that she didn't like him. He hated listening to something like that from her pretty little lips.

He walked into his room, kicked the door open, and dropped her down on the soft mattress. A loud shriek leaves her lips and Andreas walks back and closes his door shut before walking back to her.

Lise moves back with the help of her arms, till her back hits the headboard.

Andreas looked lethal. Like he was ready to kill. He was too mad at first Peter showing up unannounced and then Lise wanting to get away from him.