Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere special," I glanced over my shoulder and saw Adah leaning against a tree catching her breath.

"I'm tired," she huffed.

"It's not far," I forced the words out when I wanted nothing but to carry her in my arms.

Even after days of cardio in the gym, her stamina is as pathetic, as Osama pointed out.

After walking down for a few more minutes, the sound of running water caught her attention, and she walked toward it without my guidance. Pushing aside some branches, we came across a waterfall surrounded by rocks and a pond preceded by a stream which later joined the sea surrounding the island.

She was flabbergasted by the view and gaped at me in astonishment. I don't even know why I wanted to bring her to this place, but I lost count of the instances I acted on my whims for this girl.

"It's..." she trailed, struggling to find the right word, but I couldn't help getting mesmerized by her view against the waterfall, "Beautiful."

She stood on a rock, and behind her, the water gushed, the force of which made her hair sway beautifully. Her soft curves, golden-brown locks, and the twinkle in her eyes in awe of the scenic view sent blood rushing south. I shifted in my place to adjust my throbbing cock while the subject responsible for it stood in oblivion.

"Come," I beckoned.

She followed my instruction without hesitation and dipped her legs inside the water, mirroring my action. A sudden urge took over me, and I locked my fingers with hers. I know she was again going into the same overwhelming episode as that day in the ocean when she leaned her head on my shoulder while looking ahead toward the fall.

"Thank you," it was after a while I heard her say.

When I turned towards her, I saw her raising her head before adding, "For everything."

"For saving my father."

"For showing me the beauty of nature."

"For keeping your promise."

Her simple thank you stirred something in my heart, and I couldn't stop looking at her innocent face. Since I became a part of the mafia, everyone was terrified of me, and this was the first time someone showed gratitude. This was getting more and more fucked up.

"I didn't do anything for you. You were just a deal," I averted my gaze, grinding my molars.

"I know, but I also know you will not hurt me," her reply irked me, and I pulled into my lap.

Grabbing her jaw, I snarled, "Didn't I warn you? Do you want me to dump you in the ocean this time?"

Her eyes dilated, yet she remained calm in my hold, "My dad says a person who wants to hurt you will not announce it before doing it, and if they do, it's only to push people away."

"Shut up," I dug my fingers into her cheeks to instill the same terror she had of me.

Before I could utter my warning, a water droplet fell on my forehead. I tilt my head up, only for the droplets to turn into a drizzle.

"Fuck!" a curse left my lips.

If the situation was not worse enough, when I looked down at the girl trapped in my hold, I froze. With closed eyes, she tilted her head up, clearly, enjoying the rain, unaware of how her t-shirt turned see-through as the drizzling turned intense. Unaware of my rock, twitching in my shorts at our body contact.

"Can I ask you one more favor?" to her request, my reply came quicker, "No."

She opened her eyes, clearly not believing my rejection. Her dazzling smile clouded my rationality, and before I knew it, she leaned back with every intention of falling into the pond. On instinct, I lunged forward to grab her, only to end up in the water myself.