Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Adah

My inside felt jubilant, looking at the same fear in Aryan's eyes as me for the first time, and I wanted to indulge in it.

"How does it feel knowing you won't get it back?"

My confidence intensified as his breathing turned ragged or his grip tightened around my throat. He had been seeking pleasure in my misery; it was fair I did the same even though it didn't match what he did to me.

"That chain might now be passing through the sew—"

My words cut in when he smashed his lips on me. My eyes widened at the action as well as the force of it. Before I could turn my head to break the kiss, he grabbed the nape of my neck through my dupatta, locking me in place.

I groaned in disapproval, but he pushed me onto the desk. I gasped with the action, only for him to take advantage of my parted lips and shove his tongue inside my mouth. I hit his chest but to no avail. My eyes rolled back with the lack of air, but he continued his ministration.

When I thought I would pass out, he broke the kiss and pounced on my neck. I was still gasping for air, unable to react to his attack. Tilting my head up, I sucked air greedily, and only when I felt his hand kneading my breast did I come back to my senses. His lips devoured my throat, biting, sucking whatever he wanted to do.

"No!" I croaked.

I wanted to use my legs to push him away, only to realize he was between them, and any movement was grinding him against me. I fist his hair with both hands, trying to yank his head, but it only earned me a grunt. The next moment, my wrists were pinned above my head.

'Leave me!" I screamed, but he didn't budge.

A gasp escaped me when he used his free hand to unbuckle my skirt and almost reach the waistband of my panty when I screamed, "It's in the bag.....the bag.....with Simrah ... .the chain."

Aryan didn't stop, and the flashes of the time in the media room rattled me from inside. His fingers trailed down the apex between my thighs over my lace panty, and I shuddered.

"Please!" I cried, knowing my body would soon not be under my control.

What happened that time, I knew, would happen again, and I won't be able to control my body's response to him.

"I lied!...I....lied about the chain. I'm sorry!"

I wailed in defeat. The self-loath at being pathetic engulfed me, and I cursed myself for having no backbone. He could do anything to me, and I would never be able to stop him. Even if I fight, he still has the upper hand, and within a minute, he could make me submit.

As if waiting for me to confess and apologize, he stopped. I sob, staring at the ceiling, feeling like a ragged doll whose own body was not in her control. At that moment, I realized he already owned my body and, whenever he wanted, could play with it, and I could only cry about it once he was done.

I shut my eyes with a shuddering breath when he hovered over my face. My wrists were still pinned to the desk in a painful grip, and his other hand was pressed against my stomach.

"Didn't I tell you to choose your battle carefully, Adah?"

My sobs were the reply he got.

"Didn't I warn you shouldn't have me against you?"

I whimpered when he bit my trembling lower lip and then sucked it.

"Were you able to stop me?"

"Or do you think you can stop me when I will fuck you every night?" I shuddered when he said.