Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

Grey orbs gaped at me.

And with evident fear swirling in them, that was enough for the bastard between my legs to spring to life. Cursing inwardly, I press the floor button without breaking my stare. That petite girl trembling before me with no power or charm was able to wreck my world and was still oblivious to her effect on me.

Her heaving chest and quivering lips were compelling me to grab her and taste those unshed tears pooled in her eyes. I raked my gaze over her body in a deliberately slow move before staring deep into her widened eyes.

The way her throat bobbed when she swallowed the lump, and I couldn't help resisting the pull towards her. My legs, on their own accord, took two steps towards her. The moment the elevator door closed with a ping was when she broke the stare and shrank into the corner.

After the meeting with Sir and he assigned me the task of finding who was stealing money, I had to change my plan. At first, I was supposed to go back to the restaurant and continue my unfinished talk, but after witnessing Hammad's overconfidence, I had to modify my plan. On top of that, I didn't want to mix business with pleasure. Adah's presence was distracting my senses, and that was not how I wanted to devour her. When I possess her, I want her to linger around me and my thoughts. When I finally buried my cock into her pussy, I wanted her to cling to me as her only anchor, and for that to happen, I needed to get on with business first.

The elevator was filled with a faint smell of lavender that only made my shaft twitch with the need to bury it into that parted lips of hers.

Adah Malik, a naive girl who thought if she hid in her home for two days, she could escape the inevitable. If I were a decent human, I would have found that action of her cute, but unfortunate for her; it only made me, a heartless monster, possess her even more. No woman could escape me, but this girl, who was yet to spread her wings, had the guts to even think she could get away from Aryan Abdullah.

Neither I approached her further nor I broke my stare. When I reached my floor, I deliberately gave a known smirk which only made those iris go darker with dread. Soon, I would shove my dick into that small mouth and enjoy her fear, but that day was not today.

As soon as the door opened, I turned around and walked toward my cabin. I didn't need to look back to know she didn't step out. So fucking predictable.

Run Adah! Run and hide wherever you can, but in the end, I will find you.

I entered my cabin and found Ahad already waiting for me along with Tareq. Running this firm was another facade like the hotel. This was my security headquarters, from where I monitored all the gang members and their activities. My group of hackers 24/7 monitor them and report to me of any suspicion. At first, I connected to the hackers from the hotel, but from the moment Hammad intentionally announced the firm in the meeting the other day, I was sure the gang member would be vigilant. And to continue the pretense of owning the firm solely to earn money, I had to start working from here.

Another reason was the girl with grey eyes, who was probably trying to run again. A smile crept over my face thinking about the surprise that would be welcoming her at the exit.

A clearing of the throat pulled me out of my thoughts, and when I raised my eyes, I saw Tareq's face marred with uneasiness.

"What?" I asked although I knew what was bothering her.

Before he could answer, my phone buzzed, and I answered without looking at the number.

"Boss, as you said, she was trying to escape," Osama's delight could be felt even through a phone call. Give him a task to chase someone, and he would put his soul into its completion—sadist asshole.