Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Epilogue

"Do you, Adah Malik, daughter of Asad Malik, take Aryan Abdullah as your lawful husband?

"I do."

"Do you, Aryan Abdullah, son of Adnan Abdullah, take Adah Malik as your lawful wife."

"I do."

Adah looked ravishing at our wedding, which she demanded to happen again under the blessing of her family and loved ones. The ceremony was intimate, with only her family, Sir, Matt, June, Amma, Tareq, Osama, Ahaad, Saahil, Hunter, Jahanzeb, and Jasmine, with her siblings joining us.

I couldn't avert my stare from her the moment she entered the room, but with one annoyed glare from her father, I had to rein myself. Although I was her husband, and I had seen that sensual body of hers naked many times, I respected him. But my cock doesn't seem to share the same respect as that bastard kept hardening at the glimpse of her.

After Adah was discharged, she gave me a bucket list of how she imagined her wedding to be. The list includes me taking her out for dates. That was the hardest part, where I had to stay away from her for two months. My vixen was cruel enough to video call me every night and deliberately reveal the tiny nighties she bought by mistake. Her perky nipple almost had me die of blue balls. I took my revenge when I ate her pussy as a dessert during our evening date in my private suite.

Then, she wanted a beautiful proposal. Easy, you think, but she wanted me to put an effort from scratch. Since cooking came easy to me, the tiring part was digging a circle and making a sand sofa on the beach of my island.

Placing a small table in the center, I placed our dinner while we enjoyed the sea breeze under the starry night. The glint from her engagement ring brought me out of the memory.

I glanced around at the people surrounding us, especially Sir, who couldn't stop smiling at my happiness. With all that has happened in the three months, it took him a long time to come to terms with fate. Losing Hammad didn't impact him as much as seeing Rudaba go into depression after Ruhail died.

After dinner, when everyone retired to their respective room in my mansion, I grabbed Adah, earning a squeal from her and infuriating barks from Hunter.

"Hunter, save me," Adah squealed, and that traitorous bastard demanded me to put her down.

"I won't let you with her if you don't scram now!" I warned him, knowing it would work.

He sat on his haunches and whined at us, but we already boarded our helicopter that was on the stand-by. The hell I would fuck her with so many people around us, giving her a chance to escape her inevitable doom. I did promise to fuck her so hard she would hardly be able to walk for days, and I did plan to be on my word. I doubt her father would appreciate it, though. Hence, I eloped with her to my island, where there was no one except us.

As soon as the helicopter landed, I quickly grabbed her and jumped out. She giggled, wounding her arms around my neck and reminding me of another tick on her bucket list, "Wait. You didn't say your vows to me yet."

"Oh, yeah?

"Have you prepared yours?" I was irritated with my cock already at its prime.

She had been testing my patience for the past three months and enjoying it at my expense. I would seek consolation for every night that I have slept jerking off like a horny teenager.

"I have, but I want to hear yours," that vixen licked her lips to provoke me.

It was getting difficult for me to walk. As soon as our bedroom came into view, I kicked it open without bothering to close the door or put the blinders back on the glass wall and remove my clothes. I growled when she remained seated on the bed in her bridal attire, instigating me with a raised brow.