HIS SWEET OBSESSION

Chapter Four

Simeon watched as she quickly got off his bed with her head lowered. It was then that he noticed how her black dress stopped exactly below her round backside.

The dress hugged her body tightly; it was a vest dress that exposed her back. She felt so exposed that her cheeks flushed red.

Her legs felt weak, and she was far more nervous than before. Tessa felt vulnerable in front of this man.

Even though she knew why she had been brought into his room, it was hard to stay calm with him there.

Simeon observed as she scurried toward the wine cellar in the corner of his room, near the black piano. His hands itched to tear the dress off her body and make her serve him naked.

His lips curled into a devious smile as she stood there, contemplating which bottle of wine to serve him.

Simeon enjoyed the view of her backside as she stood on her tiptoes to reach for a bottle of red wine on the top shelf. Her dress shifted, and he sucked in a deep breath.

There was one thing that held him captive: her beautiful light skin. It was beautiful, especially her thighs and the curve of her backside.

Simeon loosened his tie until it lay next to him on the sofa; she was far too innocent to know what she was doing to him.

After taking the bottle in her shaking hands, Tessa slowly and carefully poured some into the glass.

As she turned to him with the glass in her hands, Simeon felt the urge to carry her and throw her onto his bed.

Simeon knew he had a great sense of control, but with her, he felt it slipping away just by looking at her.

She walked forward, her head still lowered until she stood in front of him.

A shiver rushed down her spine again, and sweat broke out on her forehead.

She felt choked by the coldness as she held out the glass to him, her heart drumming hard against her chest while she bit her lip in nervousness.

Simeon held out his hand as if to take the drink, grabbing her wrist tightly, almost causing the glass to fall from her hands—if only she weren't so afraid. A gasp escaped her plump pink lips, and her eyes widened in fear. Simeon used force to pull her forward, causing her to stumble and fall directly into his lap. Her stomach tightened, and her heart stopped.

Her blue eyes locked with his green ones, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe anymore. Tessa wasn't sure if this was fear or something else. Simeon pulled her out of her thoughts as he took the glass from her hand and placed it to his lips. He gulped it down in one go, his eyes on her as she watched his Adam's apple move, only to notice him watching her, which made her cheeks flush crimson red.

He placed the glass on the table in front of him, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her close. A shiver rushed down her spine as her fingers played with the hem of her dress. He smelled of a mixture of timber and cigarettes; it felt intoxicating. Simeon watched as she lowered her head. He held out his finger and placed it under her chin, making her look deep into his eyes.

His eyes were now more gray than green, but they held a sense of danger that made her wince internally. No matter how handsome he was, she was afraid of him. Tessa felt as if she could smell blood on him and wondered why he was staring at her the way he was. It felt like his eyes were searching for her soul.

"Name," he spoke, his deep, husky voice cold, making her cautious. His voice was also beautiful. If it weren't for the way she had been brought here and the dead boy she had seen earlier, maybe she would have enjoyed this.

"Tessa," she whispered softly, trying so hard to be obedient so as not to get killed. Tessa was scared to lose her virginity to a man who had kidnapped her, but she still wanted to live. She was trying desperately to hide her fear of being this close to him.

Simeon suddenly let his arm slip away from her. He wanted to have her tonight, but her face showed how scared she was.

She slowly looked up, as if asking for his next order.

"Get up," he ordered coldly, and she hurriedly did so. He watched as she stood in front of him obediently, causing his lips to curl into another smirk.

"You can sleep on the bed," he added, and she looked at him again, as if asking for confirmation.

He didn't care or bother looking at her again; he stood up from the couch, turned, and walked out of the room.

After closing the door, a gentle smile formed on his face. If any of his men saw this, they would be surprised.

He felt like the woman his mom used to tell him about was right there in his room; he had found her.

But he wasn't so sure yet, and if she was truly the woman who would be his peace and teach him how to love, then he had to make sure that his father didn't know about her, or else he would lose her before he was sure.

Simeon wasn't a fan of regret at all; he had to end that old man's reign soon and stop most of his criminal deeds.

He sighed and headed back to his office. He walked in, locked the door, and then headed toward the room joined to it. He was planning to have a cold shower.

He had never felt this roused just by thinking about a girl's legs; he wanted to run his hands over her curves down her legs.

"Tessa," he whispered, her name rolling off his tongue in a deep accent. It felt beautiful.

He remembered when he first saw her earlier that morning, sitting on the floor all wet. Her hair was falling down her back, her bottom lip red from biting it hard, and her round eyes were on him.

The way her hand was covering her cleavage made her look delicate, and he loved it.

Simeon knew that it would be hard to sleep tonight if he couldn't get the picture of her out of his mind; it ignited his lust even more.