Worshiper Of His Existence

Chapter # 9

 Nathaniel

Ultimately we reached my realm, finally she was in my palm.

Where nothing but my voice trembled the air to stand firm before my ambience.

And she is captivated in it for eternity.

How electrifying.

"You are imprisoned in my arena now." I murmured in her ears, earning satisfactory shivers from her.

"What do you mean?"

"Meaning,"

Pausing, my fingers secured around her waist perfectly, boring my dangerous eyes into hers.

"Nothing can save you from my grasp now."

With an enticing chuckle, my other hand trailed upward to rake my fingers in her soft locks. To enclose her between my body and never release it.

"Didn't it occur the day I said 'I do'?" She asked with those faltering breaths.

Looking so fucking innocent that it was questionable.

"Certainly it did but practically you are now, just you and me."

A sinful smirk was lingering over my lips. Pressing her body in mine to sense the heat driving me nuts.

"What are you supposed to gain by it in the first place?" She whispered, forcing down the lump gathering in her vocal cords.

'You wouldn't know.'

"My doll, what else?"

I sneered and abruptly pulled her face to mine, enrapturing myself in the moment.

"Stop." She convulsed.

Pulling my shirt, shutting her eyes for a second. My hidden affectionate gaze converted into a scowl, resenting her lack of attention towards me.

"She said stop, Boss." De Villiers teased, patting my back after getting down.

"Shut up." I scoffed.

Unfavorably removing my fingers from her delicate skin.

"Let's go." I sighed.

Motioning her to come after me as we went home, back to Alroy Mansion.

Her timid orbs were looking outside. Not daring to meet my eyes affixed upon her desirable body I urge to devour, but she was not letting me.

'Ah, eventually she will. With or without her consent.'

"Why are you looking at me?"

Zariah asked after a prolonged period of stress weighing upon her fragile heartbeats.

"Am I not allowed to?" I counter questioned, leaning back.

"No!... I mean.. I.. Why?"

She tried to collect the words to find a reasoning but failed miserably.

"Because I want to." I whispered, lips flickering the dark smirk.

Shyly averting her gaze, she nibbled on her bottom lips, unsure of what to speak next. I couldn't help myself but to bring my hand closer but before it could touch her, I stopped.

Closing my eyes, exhaling deeply.

Moving back, I remained on my side, looking out until we reached the Alroy Mansion.

Since I didn't trust this woman in the slightest, I assigned her another guard to keep an eye on her outside and maid when inside.

"He is Sam, he will also join your guards." I told her when he got out.