Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

Warning: Mature scene

Adah backstepped at my order, but I remained at my place. I removed my jacket and rolled the sleeves up to the elbow. Shariq's hands were on her, and I couldn't let his touch taint my wife's essence or innocence. I fisted my palms to stop myself from ripping her clothes instead of allowing her to choose to strip.

"I-I s—"

"I will give you thirty seconds, Adah. Either strip on your own, or I will do it."

She shook her head in defiance, and I wasn't surprised. Without waiting for the thirty seconds to be over, I marched towards her amidst her screaming, got hold of her shirt's collar, and ripped it open. Her dainty palms tried to stop me, but I was enraged and possessed. For once, I would let my monster deal with her.

The sound of clothes tearing echoed along with her shrills. To shield her exposed chest, she turns around, making it easy for me to grab the remaining piece from the back and wrench it off her. The uniform skirt met the same fate, and my wife stood before me in her innerwear. With the flick of my fingers, her bra was pulled off while I couldn't be patient with her panty and tore it to shreds. The sight of her stark naked before me should have turned me on, but my monster had other motives.

"Stop!"

Ignoring her cries, I pulled her into the shower stall and turned it on without caring about the temperature. As soon as the cold water touched her skin, she yelped, trying to get away from it. Grabbing her from back by her waist, I pulled her into me. She struggled to get out of my grip while gasping for air.

"Ary—" her cries were cut in with her struggling to breathe.

Lost in her struggle, she didn't realize when she leaned into me, tilting her head down to gather her breath. Taking advantage of the lag in her reaction, I grabbed a shower gel and poured it all over her.

"Let me go!" she screamed in between her gasps.

Heeding no attention to her, I scrub her entire body. Her hands, where he held her, the shoulder he dared to put his hands on, or her forehead that touched his chest.

"Stop!" she coughed with her eyes closed when I rubbed her forehead with force.

Loosening my hold on her, I spurted more body wash and scrubbed her back before moving to her chest. She finally caught her breath and tried pushing my hand away.

"Don't touch me!"

Instead, I grabbed her by her waist with one hand and started washing wherever I could rub her skin. Drawing her hands over her chest, she turned around and slapped me across my face.

"How dare you!"

I sucked a deep breath through my nose and released it through my mouth before facing Adah. She was the first woman who had the audacity to hit me. Her skin turned flushed with my rough actions, but I wasn't in the mood to admire the beauty.

"Or what?"

With her chest heaving, she whispered, "You have no right."

"Want me to prove it to you?" I asked, hovering over her, to which she pressed herself into the wall tiles.

Crossing her arms and covering her breast with her palms, she forced her voice to sound firm only for it to quiver, "Forcing m-me will only prove t—"

She stopped abruptly when I placed my palms beside her and smirked, "I don't have to force you, Adah, and you know that well."

I rake my gaze over her nipples peeking through her fingers before coming back to her eyes, "Your body already belongs to me. Mine to take and mine to do whatever I want."