Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Adah

"Hunter, get off my wife."

Aryan growled, but that didn't have an ounce of effect on Hunter, and he continued to lick my face. Although I still fear dogs, Hunter was no longer an animal for me. I giggled when it tickled, and Aryan lost his patience. He stood up from the chair. Grabbing the Great Dane, he pulled him away from me and placed him back over his place.

We were having breakfast when Hunter couldn't hide his excitement seeing me after two days. He whined about having to be separated from me and barked when Aryan pulled me on his lap. Knowing his master was territorial, he gave up and lap on his food. A maid was ready with a wet towel, and Aryan was fast enough to wipe my face.

I couldn't stop my laugh seeing his scowl. I can't believe he was upset with a dog for trying to take my attention.

"That is why I told you to sit on my lap. He was waiting for me to step away from you," he said, wiping my cheek.

"He missed me and just wanted to say hi," I giggled.

"Enough talking. Let's eat," he ordered, passing the towel to the maid.

I settled on his lap comfortably and wasn't surprised to feel his hardness. Cutting a piece of omelet, I brought it to his lips and gazed at his lips closing around the folk. I lick my lips, realizing I haven't noticed how perfectly symmetric they were crowned with a sharp bow.

I raised my gaze to his eyes, and no surprise, they were already staring at me with hunger. I looked down at his lips and traced my thumb to feel them again. Cutting another piece, I brought it to him just to see the sight of his lips open and close in a perfect move.

"How come nobody fell in love with you," I murmured absentmindedly.

"Because I didn't let anyone in my life before," he replied, taking the fork from my hand, intending to feed me.

"Only you are naive enough to believe in the darkness inside me and embrace it. Instead of saving yourself that night, you considered saving a stranger who had just bumped into you, ignoring his coldness and rage."

The flashes of meeting Aryan in that warehouse struck me.

"You all can go. Baba doesn't need any assistance," my cheek heated up, hearing Amma's voice before the footsteps of the staff leaving us alone sounded.

Cutting a piece of toast, Aryan placed it between his teeth and nudged me to eat. At first, I was hesitant, but realizing we both were alone, I took a bite and continued till I reached his lips. Licking the crumbs off his lips, I tasted the butter when I kissed him. Wounding my arms around his neck, I deepened the kiss and pushed my tongue into his mouth.

His eyes sparked with hunger before he took the lead and dominated the kiss. I closed my eyes when his tongue touched every nook inside my mouth, and my body heated up instantly. He didn't waste time pushing my blouse up along with my bra and playing with my hardened nipple.

I moaned at how skillfully he could light my soul by a mere touch. It was only when Hunter barked that we noticed his presence. Begrudgingly, I broke the kiss and looked down in embarrassment, panting. He was still fiddling with my nipple, and I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan.

"H-Hunter..." I trailed off, whispering when he pinched my nipple.

"I'm famished. When was the last time I tasted you?" Aryan murmured, pushing the plate aside and hitching me on the table.

He was about to slide my saree up when his phone rang. Declining the call, he pushed my saree to my waist, ready to rip my panties, when it rang again, earning a snarl from him. With his face just away from my wet core, he clutched the phone and glowered at the caller, "This better be fucking life and death situation."