Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

It was an impulsive move on my part when I went to Adah's house the other night. I wasn't the one to act recklessly, but being unable to see her for an entire day forced me to take the step. Now that Hammad was in my control, there was no point in delaying my deal with her, and I was impatient to inform her of the same. However, seeing her whimpering in her sleep, I lay beside her only to find the missing solace.

Earlier I wanted to have her in my private suite for a week but feeling her soft body fitting perfectly into me, I became greedy. Another impulsive move in one night. I changed the terms and informed her she would go out with me for a month.

A month should be enough to get my fill of her, and then she will be out of my system. She was like the forbidden fruit, and the urge to have her became the core of my obsession with her. She will no longer be forbidden to me if I have her.

Ahaad was not happy to arrange for my tour within a short period, yet he never failed the task. He arranged for my chopper and planned every time. I would be off for an entire month, but that doesn't mean I would leave everything behind. Ahaad was that mediator for me. While I will off to my private island, he would keep eyes here on my behalf and report it to me.

My focus averted to a petite girl stepping out of the car, followed by Tareq and scowling Osama. That fucktard expected me to whip that flawless skin of Adah for trying to run away. More than anger, I felt her action to be cute. She might look timid, but she had a burning spirit that shone no matter how terrified she was.

Adah's petite form from afar looked scared. The moment the helicopter roared to its life and the rotor blade started moving, revealing her wet locks, which looked darker than the actual color. I couldn't get enough of her lily or rose smell and halted in my track when I saw her taking a back step, visibly scared of the loud rotor blade sound. Like the first time, she bumped into me, and this time I was more than glad to feel her soft body.

I had to lean down to level my mouth to her ears, and she froze the moment I said, "I like your wet hair," which was true. She abruptly turned around, making her wet locks brush against my face. She fumbled with her foot, and before she could fall to the ground, I quickly saved her by wrapping one arm around her waist.

Tucking her loose strands behind her ear, I caressed her trembling lips. She gasped when I pulled her closer to my side and tightened my hold on her waist when I noticed her trying to pull away. This was enough to warn her to make her oblige. She fitted perfectly in my arm with my hand resting at a soft curve while her head reached my shoulder. I usually prefer a tall woman as it is easier to fit my tall frame while fucking them; however, no woman has ever complimented me as this short girl was doing.

She gasped when I grabbed her and put her inside the chopper as if she weighed nothing, which was true. With her lowered head, she stood at the same place, unsure what to do next. When I slid the door, she flinched and took the seat in dread expecting she might fly out of the chopper. Her fear of flying was evident in the way her eyes were closed all the time. I leaned over, buckled her seat belt securely, and placed noise cancellation headphones over her ear. She was giving a confused look which I chose to ignore. I repeated the same without the headphone and relaxed in my seat. I was not new to flying and had traveled with my black beast for a long time. When the pilot seeks permission to start, the beast rises up from the ground, making Adah turn towards me with another shriek. She was clutching my forearm with closed eyes.

I noticed her breathing was uneven, and she was murmuring. Was she sending her last-minute prayer before death? Instead of looking at me, she moved closer, placing her face over my arm when I called her out.

"What are you murmuring?" although I knew the answer, I still wanted to hear from her.

"Prayer," she whispered.