Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Adah

I don't even know if it will remain by the end of the day, but I didn't want to go against him, especially when he looked like he would rather want me to defy him. My eyes went wide when he pocketed my panties before smelling them.

"This should keep me sane till I'm back."

Straightening my saree, he put me back on the ground and pulled me by my waist, "Does your back hurt because of our position?"

I lowered my eyes and was sure my cheeks were red with embarrassment. His amused laughter confirmed my doubt, and I hurriedly murmured, "No."

The moment I took one step, a wince escaped me, and before I knew it, I found myself in his arms. My core still throbs with the memory of his cock, and the wetness between my legs as he said it reminded me of the flashes of his expression. My skin turned unusually hot.

"I can walk," I said but wound my arms around his neck, knowing well he won't let me.

"You are sore," he said, walking towards the door, "fuck meetings," he cursed under his breath.

His work life was a blessing in disguise; otherwise, this 6.2ft man would not let me out of bed only if given a chance.

"Somebody will see us. Put me down," I said, knowing Tareq would be here soon.

"Bossy, much?" He raised his brow, and I whispered, "Please."

"You can," he stated, and I understood his enunciation from his smirk.

I was startled when I heard a fake cough and didn't need to raise my head to recognize the owner.

"Baba, looking at the time, I thought you would be having breakfast in the room," Amma said, her voice laced with amusement.

"Then I expect you have already set the table, looking at the time," he retorted.

Only Amma can think provoking Aryan was the source of entertainment.

She did a terrible job of feigning a gasp and asking, "Is Adah not feeling well?"

I lowered my gaze and tried to loosen my grip on him when he growled in my ear.

"Amma, I'm getting late."

She laughed but, to my relief, didn't probe further. I wasn't surprised when Aryan made me sit on his lap, and we ate from the same plate. Although he said he was running late, that didn't stop him from feeding me patiently.

"I'm full," I said, facing him.

His expression darkened, and I gulped. Now, how did I poke this monster?

He leaned and whispered into my ear, "You will be tonight. You will be full with me ramming inside your wet pussy."

I gasped and glanced around in panic. Fortunately, he was not audible enough.

"Are you wet, Adah?" His question made my gaze connect with his dark one.

I squirm at his words, that only reminded me of his cum between my legs. I flushed, and before I could lower my eyes, he grabbed the nape of my neck and locked our gaze. He raised his brow, waiting for my reply. I licked my lips only to regret noticing his orbs dilating.

"I...wet...hair...I have wet hair," I stuttered, and he laughed.

The staff flinched at his boisterous laugh, concreting my hunch that he never laughed, not before his people. Amma, who was en route bringing the morning tea, halted in her tracks. She stares at Aryan, laughing as if one of her prayers has been answered, and she is fortunate to witness it with her eyes.