Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

The moment I pulled Adah closer to me, I knew she wasn't asleep. But what I didn't see coming was her turning around and nuzzling her face into me. When her soft lips touched my skin, and her palm rested on my chest as if it was meant to be there, I felt a strong surge shaking my inside like I was standing in a fucking tornado. It was the same way she had placed it over my heart as if its beating was giving her solace.

Earlier time, it took every ounce of my resolve to rein myself when we were wet, panting, and fucking close to each other in the water. With her soft curves fitting perfectly in my arms, pressed against my chest, she looked nothing but an innocent seductress. Her dazed eyes staring expectantly, made me almost forget our surroundings and taste her shivering lips. I know she was overwhelmed with snorkeling, and that thought itself made me pull away from her. Her innocence will be the death of me one day, and with how my heart skips a beat at her touch, I won't be surprised to find myself gladly embracing my end.

And that...I won't let it happen.

I should have noticed the gradual change in her demeanor. She stopped flinching at the smallest of my movement or wasn't edgy in my presence. If anything, she looked domestic, as if it was natural.

Trust.

I peered down at her as soon as that thought hit me. She trusted me. For the days we have been sleeping together, she always lets me draw her close and sleep with her back to me. This was the first time she broke her wall and entrusted me.

How could she trust herself with a devil like me?

Agreed, I was being a hypocrite when I forced her on this vacation, and now her proximity was scaring the shit out of me. My throat suddenly felt dry, feeling her heat and the faint thumping of her heart against my chest. From her even breathing, it was clear she went into her sleep, ruining mine with just one move.

"You shouldn't trust me," I close my eyes and kiss her forehead.

Her proximity stirred the emotions inside me that I'd bolted up and thrown into the deeper part of my soul where I couldn't reach. That's why people call me an emotionless demon. What they dont know is that this demon had paid a greater price for letting emotion control him and lost everything, including the desire to live.

Don't go there, Aryan.

My beast reminded me.

Before I could move away from Adah, she slid her hand from my chest and wrapped it around my torso while her breath fanned my chest.

"What are you doing to me?" I murmured in helplessness.

Aryan Abdullah, a ruthless and merciless demon whose presence itself triggers human survival instinct, was lying helpless beside a fragile girl 13 years younger than him. I could break the trance. Fuck with my promise, I could just rip her t-shirt and shatter that innocence of hers that was the root cause of my dilemma, but something about her sleeping peacefully in my arms compelled me to throw away the thought the very next moment.

First, the hope, and now her trust. I didn't even realize the dynamics of us were changing. From a fuck toy, Adah was becoming something else. Immerse in my thoughts, I don't know when sleep took over me.

The next morning, the absence of warmth woke me up startled. When I looked around, there was no sign of Adah, but what made my brows furrow was the time. It was way past my wake-up time, and the fact that I didn't stir even with her movement was concerning.

Being in the mafia, I trained myself to be awake even for the slightest of sounds with constant threats to my life; then, how the hell was I sleeping soundly today? For the last week, I was used to getting up to Adah's light snores filling the otherwise silent room and her limbs entangling me from behind. And unless I shove my pillow into her hold, she won't let me slip out of her hold and whine in her sleep.