Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

Adah lay beside me, and I couldn't stop staring at her.

My delicate woman was covered with my anger bites, yet she didn't stop me. I fucking needed her and expected her to run away the moment she saw my expression. However, she surprised me when she wound her arms around my neck and said, "I trust you, Aryan."

I graze my thumb over her swollen lower lips with my teeth marks red against her pale complexion.

"You have not been yourself since your marriage, Aryan. Should I be concerned about that girl?"

Sir's words in today's meeting echoed in my mind. We lost the deal that I had been reviewing last night, and the abruptness of it was the cause of concern. The client gave us the contract to review, and today, we were supposed to sign it, yet they backstepped in at the last minute. This was the first time I lost the deal of this grandeur.

I was not afraid of the consequences, but hearing Adah's name in the middle of a meeting filled with greedy vultures and lustful leeches unlocked a new level of fury inside me. I couldn't say anything to Sir since he was right in his place, but the feeling of being unable to stop Adah's name from coming into the picture had me trembling with fury. And to add to it, the smugness on Hammad's face acted like fuel to the fire.

I was hoping not to see Adah as soon as I entered the mansion and used every ounce to ignore her, but what Amma said made me stop. In my rage, I knew I would turn rough, and her petite body couldn't take it. Yet she surprised me with her calmness. My fury paused for a few heartbeats when she served herself to me instead of running away. To do anything to her.

My eyes lowered to the bite mark around her nipples that reminded me of her wincing in my heated moment, yet I couldn't stop. She lost her unconsciousness that only I noticed when I came, and the raw fury threatening to spill disappeared. The softness and the warmth of her pussy acted as an antidote to the poison of my rage.

Grabbing the ointment, I spread her legs and gently applied it to her sore parts. I felt like a fucking criminal to hurt her like this, but my woman swallowed all my rage. Hovering over her, I applied the ointment to all the places—around her nipples, collar bones, and throat. I wish I could do something to turn back time and push her away from me.

"Aryan," she mumbled in her sleep, and my hand froze mid-air.

I expected her to have a nightmare of me acting like a monster. I expected her to cower, to beg me to stop in her nightmare, but instead, she frowned, mumbling, "Where are you?"

"I'm here, love," I murmured, cupping her jaw and kissing her softly everywhere on her face.

"Aryan."

This time, I slid into the duvet and pulled her into my chest, peppering kisses on her forehead, "I'm here, love."

She sighs and nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck, murmuring, "I cooked dinner for you."

I chuckled, "I know, and it was the best food I ever had."

I know she was in a trance, coming in and out of her sleep, but her small voice made me feel less of a monster and more of a human.

"Liar."

"I'm not lying, love. I wish I could eat it daily," I stated.

Tightening her arms around my torso, she mumbled, "I like it."

"What?"

"You, calling me love."

My hand rubbing her bare back halted. Was I calling her out with an endearment?

"I'm sorry, love," I whispered before kissing her ear.

Once her breathing turned even, I closed my eyes, still conscious of not suffocating her in my hold. Her soft body makes me forget she is human. It called out to me to cuddle her and pulled her as close to me as possible. But tonight, it was different. I didn't realize when her soft snores turned into a lullaby for me that I could fall asleep without trouble.