Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

I was enjoying every bit of her closeness, her reaction, and how her smooth skin felt against my hand. She didn't realize I was caressing her stomach and was sniffing her hair while all she did was close her eyes and shudder in fear or maybe in guilt. I felt the same during my first time; however, that was the least of my concerns. Her smell was intoxicating, and it was soothing the rage that could only subside with blood. What was she doing to me? I never felt like that in any woman's presence. Even when I fuck I never let them touch me or even face me, but this woman, I felt the urge to stay close to her.

John grunted in pain that made her open her eyes, and she turned her face towards me in astonishment. I know she was still in a daze when she didn't flinch to my lips brushing against hers.

"Please, don't kill me," she whispered in a barely audible voice, and I swear I would soon have a hard-on if she kept looking at me with her innocent grey eyes.

Did I say innocent? Innocent or not, I want to possess her tonight.

I saw her eyes going disoriented, and the next second she fell in my arms, unconscious. I caressed her reddened cheek while holding her by her waist.

"What's her rate?"

I was serious when I said she was mine, and when I said mine, it meant she is forever bound to me till I decide her fate. I haven't come across a call girl like her who can make my heart pound just by her proximity. Her smooth skin or that lavender smell of hers, was soothing the inferno burning inside me.

"You.....yours. All yours," John squealed like a fucking hyena. Wasn't he the one to claim not knowing her a moment ago?

Adah! The name suits her perfectly.

How can a prostitute be naive to the violence? What I had known of this scumbag John is that he entertained many mafia men. Then how come Adah was this scared? Her reaction was similar to when I had my first kill.

A chill ran through me recollecting that time. I was a commoner unknown to the violence. Can this girl be the same?

"I want every detail of how this asshole got hold of her?" I said without averting my gaze from her innocent face and stroking her reddened cheek.

You got yourself two months of rigorous training with me for hitting her this hard, Jahanzeb. I glared at him, making him pale in realization.

Tugging my gun inside the holster, I pointed at John, "Ahaad, interrogate him further, and I want every detail about her by morning."

Silence.

The only sound I could hear in the dungeon was her saree rustling against my body while I cradled her unconscious self in my arms. Even John, who was grunting in pain, froze and looked at me in bewilderment, mirroring the same expression as my men. Ahaad, who is master in keeping a neutral expression, gaped at me in astonishment.

I frown, noticing the change in surrounding only to curse inwardly, Fuck.

I never carried any woman in my arms, not that I remember in a long time, especially in front of my men. This was the first time for them to see me carry a woman. They all expected her to be dead and not in my arms. I knew I was breaking my own rule, perks of being the boss, and I was surprised with my own decision.

Why do I want to be close to her? After what happened in my past, I vow never to be close to the opposite gender, yet this unconscious woman made me break my own resolve.

"Consider yourself lucky today," I stared at Jahanzeb, who was giving me a confused look and was shifting his gaze between Adah and me.

Has this fucktard lost his mind today? It irks me to see instead of being grateful for sparing him, he was trying to figure out what was happening.

"Jahanzeb," I growled at him when he was staring at Adah without blinking.

"Sorry," He immediately lowered his eyes.

I could feel their stare on my back, but my focus was on Adah's face. She was small enough to fit perfectly in my arms, and I wonder how someone could be so delicate.

What is fucking wrong with me? I need to fuck her and get rid of these absurd thoughts. Her face rested on the side where my heart was, which was beating unusually fast.

I placed her in the back seat before sliding on the driver's side. Not that it's anyone's business, but I don't want to be seen with anyone. If my enemies find someone with me, I'm sure they would hunt for them to get any information on me, and with the way this girl fainted just by gunshot, I'm not sure how she will escape getting chased. The entire drive, I kept glancing at the unconscious girl through the rearview mirror.

If killing a man can make her faint, she can't work for Wang. She was naive and innocent not just by her looks but also by her actions.

Once I reached the mansion, I stayed in the car, contemplating. Why didn't I take her to my hotel instead of my mansion? Usually, I would order for an escort to my private suite in my hotel, and this was the first time I ever got a woman to my place.

First the dream about my mother and now I got a girl to my place, something was wrong with me. Brushing the thought away, I carried Adah to my room, earning the same reaction from my men guarding my mansion, shock.

After laying her on the bed, I kept staring at her. My gaze lingered on her parted lips trailing over her neck to her slowly rising chest to her bare stomach, peeking through that see through saree. The black color ends up only to accentuate her fair skin, in contrast to her hair, which was of an unusual shade of brown. They were not precisely brown but had a golden hue to them. I still don't understand why I was staring at her as if her unconscious form would answer the questions popping inside my head.

Annoyed at my weird thoughts, I walked away from the bed towards the minibar inside my room and sat on the stool. I always preferred drinking alone where there was no one to witness my vulnerability. To my men, I was invincible, but inside these four walls, I was as vulnerable as any man in the world. When Adah said it was a sin to kill someone, she unknowingly triggered my past, a past where I was a pious boy whose only dream was to become a doctor and help his widowed mother run the household.

A dark chuckle escaped my throat, and I refilled my glass with scotch. A few years ago down memory lane, I was a boy who stayed away from alcohol, and now I'm a man for whom it seems to be the only companion that brought me peace— a peace I needed for a long time. However, tonight it was different. Never did I feel the solace in my room as I was feeling tonight. Was it because of Adah?

I swiveled in the stool facing her, much to my nagging conscience dismay, and saw an innocent woman lying on my bed like a bride. Bride? My bride? I closed my eyes when I was again mesmerized, looking at her feet adorned in the darkest shade of brown.

Innocent? Zoya also looked innocent, but her soul was no less than that of a devil. No woman is innocent in this world. With a snarl, I turned around and grabbed the scotch bottle; drinking with the glass was not subsiding my inner turmoil. Unscrewing its lid, I gulped it directly from the bottle till my lungs were screaming for oxygen. I was panting and wiped my lips when I heard a faint whimper.

Keeping the bottle on the counter, I turned around towards the sound source. I saw Adah curling her body while clutching the pillow tightly; her body trembled slightly while her face contorted as if she was in pain. I sat at my place watching the slightest change in her when I heard her whisper, "Dad."

She was calling out for a man who let his daughter sell her body. Amazing! My father died when I was in school, and, to be honest, I never had a good memory of him, so his absence never bothered me.

I was still looking at her when she started sobbing. Was she having a nightmare where her father was hitting her?

"Dad," she whimpered, and the next second, she screamed, jolting up awake.