Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

I looked at Adah's running form. 'She looked scared' doesn't justify her shaken state. If I hadn't moved from over her, I was sure she would have passed out in fear.

It took everything in me to force myself away from her when her cottony soft body tempted me. Calling out for me to fuck the world and devour her. If that was not all, her shivering lips looking unusually pink against her pale face kept my gaze flitting between her lips and her marked neck. I was conflicted about whether to mark her again or to claim those luscious petals. Her alluring lavender smell compelled me to dip my head and kiss her throbbing pulse against her neck. It was her smell that I had first noticed about her even though she escaped that night.

Before I got carried away and ruined my plan for her, I moved out. The only consolation I could give to my inner beast was to hear the acceptance from Adah of the deal. Although it was not necessary, hearing her say she belonged to me satisfied my deranged alter ego.

My eyes narrowed when she bumped into Tareq on the way, and that bastard held her by her arms to steady her. He said something that made her wide-eyed, if it was possible. Sensing my gaze, he looked in my direction and raised his hands with a slight shake. I know what he was implying, but Adah was not his business.

Once she was back at her desk, which was right in front of my cabin, she squirmed under my stare. Seeing the fear in her grey eyes was like a drug to me. The intoxication her trembling body gave could make a sane person lose control, or was it a predatory instinct to see its prey shiver with its proximity. But I was not going to sabotage my well-drafted plan for Adah on my whims.

I want her to keep thinking about what I want from her. I want her to always be on edge, contemplating my next move. I didn't give her a job out of the kindness of my heart. I want her to be right in front of my eyes.

Before I claim Adah, I want her to think only about me. I want her to go through the same that I have been going through since she came into my life. I want to haunt her day and night just like how she had been. I want her to get addicted to my presence around her so much that when I'm not around, she still thinks about me, even if it is in fear. So when the time comes to claim that body of hers, I want to be ingrained in her subconscious so much that except for submission, she will not have any other option.

If I wanted to fuck her, I would have already done that, if not once many times. But that girl, she was different, and it had been a long since I came across someone like her. My monster can't digest that a woman can be innocent, not after being betrayed by one. He wants to peel Adah layer by layer to see her actual self. He wants to shatter her purity and make her just like him. He can't accept there is still goodness in this world, and even an ounce of it, he wants to devour it.

How can her tears taste sweet like her?

With one look at her face, anyone could guess what was running in her mind. Like when she looked at me again through the glass wall and then glanced around with a horrified expression, I knew what she was thinking. Before I knew it, my body acted on its own accord and pushed the button under the desk. The glass wall immediately turned opaque. I scoff at myself. I didn't have to clarify that nobody saw what I did to her on the couch, and the glass wall was opaque at that time, yet I did it.

It was early evening when I was done with my task for the day. The thought of grey-eyed someone fidgeting in her chair made me press the button under the desk again.Looking at her rigid body and frantic breathing, I knew she was mustering all her energy to stay put instead of running away. Her trembling hand halted over the keyboard many times before she shook her head and started working. Every once in a while, she kept wiping her forehead. I was enjoying her state, leaning back on my chair.