Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Adah

"Sleep. I still have work to finish," Aryan said, dodging my question.

He was confusing me. If not for my submission, why would he kidnap my family and use them as bait to control me? He hurt Dad and Jawad to make me marry him and, since then, had me caged in his mansion. Wasn't it clear that he just wanted to use my body for sexual pleasure?

Someone might mistake his obsession for love. Fortunately, he never said he loved me, and I would be out of my mind to even think he was capable of love. Then why is he so adamant for me to be with him? What does he want from me that he can't get without blackmailing me? He knows my body in and out and can make it surrender to him anytime, yet I notice he always waits for me to take that one step towards him.

His erection twitching inside me made me come out of my thoughts, and I shuddered when it started hardening. I tried to push away, but he wound his arms to stop me.

"If you don't want me to fuck you again, stop pulling away and sleep here," he snarled, and I flinched.

He uses that word only when he is angry with me, and I don't even know what made him upset with me now.

"You....are..." I licked my lips, trying to word that he was still inside me, but I failed.

"What, Adah?" he asked, deliberately bucking his hips.

I gasped when he was turning hard again. Before my resistance irked him, I gave in. Fisting my palms, I lay on his chest and closed my eyes. I only prayed that he would finish his work soon and I could lie on the bed.

When he said the mansion had cameras, my hopes went down the drain, realizing my stupidity when I openly tucked the recorder back in my panty while making tea. The intensity of relief I felt when he asked to delete the footage soon turned into something else when he called me to help him. His dark gaze never failed to tell me how he was going to devour me. If not to distract him, I would have run to the bedroom and let him have me rather than come all over his desk.

Or to sleep with him still inside me on his study chair.

Noticing my rigid muscles, he adjusted himself to make it comfortable for me and gently rubbed my back. What first started as a pretend soon turned into a reality when my eyelids were heavy, and I fell asleep.

The thought that plagued my mind before I went into slumber was how easily it was becoming for me to distract him. How much my presence affects him, and how easily I make him lose his sanity.

The next morning, I woke up to the view of his chest and him, still hard as rock inside me, but unlike earlier, it didn't faze me. It only made me recollect my thoughts from last night. Except for proximity, he doesn't demand anything from me.

Do I hold that much power over him? Was I wrong in thinking he was the controller and I was his puppet, or could it be in my self-pity I failed to notice how much I was influencing him?

I raise my eyes and stare at him, sleeping peacefully. With his leg between mine and palm holding to my ass possessively, I couldn't help thinking what exactly he was. Like a child possessing his favorite toy, he sleeps cuddling me. Like a horny teenager who can't control his hormones, he takes me and, like a strict guardian, makes sure to feed or take care of me.

I graze my finger over her thick brows and then at his straight nose. I have never seen a perfect nose and always wonder how he could have that face, yet no girl has fallen in love with him. His usually set hair fell over his forehead, making him look like a harmless commoner and not the mobster he is feared as.

My fingers on their own went into his hair and brushed them to the side to get a clear view of his face. He stirred in his sleep, and that made him pull me by my ass into him. I stifle a moan as he slides into me deeper with this action.