Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Adah

"Strip." My inside rattled along with my bangles.

I shook my head and backstepped, cradling my bleeding arms, even though they were burning like hell. One, the look on his face was the kind where he wanted to strangle me but couldn't, and two, my entire body was shivering with the earlier attack. I could still feel Lylah's canine piercing my skin and ripping my flesh, but more than that terror, finding myself alone with Aryan at the moment was more horrifying.

"I won't ask again, Adah. Strip!" I flinched at his raised voice.

"M-My arms....." I wanted to plead to spare me since I was wounded, but he surprised me when he said, "I need to examine your wound, Adah. Before I lose my patience, either remove your saree and let me see where you are hurt, or I can strip you and tie you naked to the bed."

I shudder. And when my gaze went on his busted knuckles, I knew he would not mind executing his threat without batting his eyes. If looks could kill, Aryan would have buried me six feet under already. With trembling hands and lowered gaze, I removed my saree, wincing every time my bangles brushed my open skin, pricking with sharp pain. I stood at my place in just my top and skirt while my saree pooled around my ankle.

"I—"

My sentence cut in with a gasp when I found my feet lifted from the ground. Instead of being verbal again, Aryan lost his composure and tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me inside the bathroom. His body hummed with restrained fury and with something that I couldn't put my finger on. I remained numb, knowing it would only worsen my situation; however, what I didn't expect was for him to rip my top and shirt. My screaming came to an end when he placed me on the counter and covered my mouth.

"Next time you open your mouth, I will shove my cock to shut it," he said, gritting his teeth.

My eyes widened. His eyes were swirling with the darkness that I didn't want to instigate further, even though I was shaken to the core by a dog's attack and now his. My phobia increased tenfold, having to experience excruciating pain when it bit. My chest heaves with the notion of me only in my inner, in comparison to him fully clothed. I shut my eyes in shame and obligation.

Content with me going still, he removed his palm from my mouth and spread my legs, startling me. When heat engulfed me, I swallowed, realizing he stood between my legs. I couldn't stop the whimper with my mind conjuring the horrendous image of him forcing me over the counter with my arms bleeding as a punishment. The fear of him was so profound that I forgot what he said earlier. I covered my mouth lest a scream will escape, and he will make sure to execute his threat.

One after another, he removed my bangles carefully, and for some time, that was the only sound resonating in the bathroom—him tossing them aside along with my earring. My back went rigid, hearing something snapping, and before I could comprehend, a wince escaped me involuntarily when he grabbed my arm.

For a complete minute, I felt his hand roaming freely over my bare body. He gently spread my wounded arms out before sliding his gloved palms over my shoulder and stopping to cup my face. He tilted my face sideways and then lowered it, I'm assuming to check the wound on my forehand. If I hadn't tripped over the concrete plant stand while running, I would have been saved from Lylah.

I flinched when he trailed his palm over the back of my head, descending my spine.

"Nod if you feel pain in your head."

He commanded, and I shook my head instead, gulping at the feel of goosebumps covering my skin wherever he touched. I stifled another whimper when his palm lowered to my buttock and stopped at my knees. Cupping the back of my bruised knee, he raised it slightly before doing the same with the other one.