Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Adah

The next day I woke up to find myself on the bed alone.

I touched my lips and felt they were unusually swollen. I don't remember Aryan kissing me last night. The memory of it froze me. I push my fingers away from my lips, realizing those were the same ones I used to touch me on his orders.

But you did enjoy it. Staring at him pleasuring himself, looking at you, I swallowed when that voice mocked me.

In a bid to distract him from catching Simrah, I did what came to my mind. Undressed myself knowing that would divert his mind, and it did. What I did expect was for him to stare at him showering while pleasuring himself.

Before I could regain my senses, he was on my pussy, eating me like an unhinged animal in his heat. And the worst was that I fisted his hair and pushed him into me. I clench my thighs, still feeling his hot breath, his tongue on me. I covered my naked body when the flash of him entering from behind while I leaned on the wall made me shudder. I was turning into an animal like him.

I closed my eyes in shame, feeling the ghost of fingers still playing with my nipples. The memory of his erection inside me when he massaged me made it difficult for me to breathe.

What is happening to me?

"Adah, are you awake?" Amma's voice brought out the thoughts.

I panicked, looking down at my naked body. Usually, Aryan wakes me up by fingering me first in the morning and then tasting my p—

I covered my ears at those obscene thoughts. What am I thinking?

"Adah?" she knocked again, and I flinched.

"I-I'm awake."

"Baba had a morning flight. Do you want to have breakfast in the dining room, or should I bring it here?" she asked, and I jumped out of bed.

"D-Dining room," I answered, frightened.

I remember him saying he was going on the trip, but what terrified me was his touch haunting me. Even in his absence, I felt him all over me, and that was horrifying. I can't drown in his game, not when I found a sliver of hope. I can't get manipulated by him when he is the source of everything that went wrong in my life.

How the king uses the queen for his game, what Hammad said in the reception, makes sense.

I forced myself to remember that it was all part of his game. He was gentle with me so that he could come back demanding a collection. He only wanted me in his bed, and he achieved it without having to struggle for it. I can't even say he forced me when I served myself to him then and every night that followed. He owes my body already and now wants to owe my mind and soul. For god sake, he holds my family hostage, and here I'm recollecting how he devoured me and drove me crazy.

I ran inside the bathroom, forcing myself to not think of what happened last night. I dressed up in a simple jumpsuit now that he wasn't here, expecting me to only wear a saree for him. I was shoving my clothes in the laundry bag when the sight of a phone caught my attention.

Nauman.

I grabbed the phone and turned it on while locking the bathroom door. Before Tareq comes in, I have to talk to him. There was only one number in the contact list, and without hesitation I dialed it.

"Adah?" He answered the call on the second ring.

"N-Nauman," I cup my mouth to stop my sobs.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

He claimed me and had buried himself so deep inside me that I couldn't erase him from my mind and soul. He made me demented like him, that I enjoyed the pleasure he gave me last week.