Obsession, Desire and Love

Chapter 11

Third person's pov

“I told you to stay away from here, didn't I?”

Ian growled and the next thing Emma knew was she's being dragged to the first floor by a strong grip around her wrist. She was pushed not so harshly inside their bedroom. Ian closed the door and pinned Emma against the door.

“Let go off me, you fucking stalker!” Emma shouted. Ian clenches his jaw, his hold tightens around Emma's wrist.

“Right, I AM a stalker. I stalked you.” Ian grits out.

“Why?”

“Because I wanted you. I wanted you to make mine. I wanted to have an eye on you to keep everybody's eyes off on what's mine. And You. Are. Mine.” Ian says punctuating every word.

“You are insane! Get off me. I want to go.” Emma yells.

“Where to?” Ian asks, raising his eyebrow.

“I can go wherever the fuck I want. I don't owe you an explanation.”

Ian smirks and softly grabs Emma's jaw.

“Listen love, I'm forgiving you because it's your first time acting like a brat. Keep one thing in your mind, you are allowed to go wherever you want, but at the end of the day you are supposed to be with me and you DO owe me an explanation because I'm your husband.” Ian says.

“What if I don't want to come back to you?” Emma asks, gulping. Feeling slightly intimidated by her husband.

“I will take every bit of your freedom away from you. I don't need to do much effort to trap you but I don't want to show my dark side to you. So act nicely and we're good, hmm?” Ian says, pressing kisses on Emma's jaw.

“Ian, what are you doing?” Emma bites her lip to suppress her moan when Ian trails down kisses to her neck. Ian smiles and tilts her head by holding her head for more access and nips on her skin.

“Cooling myself down, you pissed me off by disobeying me.” Ian says, sucking on her neck.

“S-stop.” Emma says, biting her lips harshly, clutching at Ian's shirt.

Ian looks up at Emma and smirks, picking her up in bridal style ignoring her protests and throws her on the bed gently.

“You made me come all the way here.” Ian says, Emma frowns. Ian hovers above her and Emma places her hand on Ian's chest.

“How'd you know I opened that door?” Emma asks.

“It's my house, I know everything that happens here, love.” Ian says, against Emma's lips, merely touching.

“What're you doing? Get off me.” Emma utters when Ian keeps staring at her. The close proximity is already a big distraction to her.

“I'm waiting for you to tell me something. But it seems you don't get it so I'll take the pleasure to ask you-” Ian comes closer to Emma's ear and whispers, “how did you get to know the code to the lock, love?”

Emma's breath hitched and anxiety attacked in. Now what is she supposed to say? That she's been in contact with an unknown person? She takes a deep breath before saying, “I don't want to tell you just like you don't tell me anything.” Ian smirks.

Yeah, Emma didn't lie too. She didn't speak out the truth just like Ian did.

“Trying to act smart, love?” Ian utters in an amused tone.

“Isn't it fair enough that we keep our own secrets?” Emma says.

Ian hums and captures Emma's lips in a luscious kiss, but she doesn't kiss back. Ian licks her lips but Emma doesn't open her mouth. He bit her lip and she gasped, giving the perfect opportunity to Ian to explore her mouth. Emma almost--almost moaned when Ian sucked her tongue.

After a moment Ian dived in for her neck. Emma pushed Ian to get him off her but Ian's hold was strong enough.

“You want me to stop?” Ian asks, biting her delicate collarbones, earning a hiss from the girl. She nodded her heart. This is not the time for her to lose control over her accelerating heart. Ian's every touch makes Emma's mind drive crazy. She feels euphoric. No matter how much she's angry with her husband.

“I'll stop when you tell me how you got the code. Speak fast, love.” Ian says, pinning her hands above her head.

“You are forcing me to tell you?”

“I am.” Ian says.

“Carry on then.” Emma shrugs and Ian widens his eyes. He didn't expect Emma to be so chill about it. He thought she'll blurt out the truth.

Emma smirks and Ian chuckles, “As my love wishes.” He smashes his lips against Emma's and she kisses back passionately without holding back this time. The kiss turned heated with their teeth clashing and tongue colliding. Ian groans and leaves wet kisses all along Emma's neck moving to the south. His grip around Emma's wrists loosens and she pushes Ian, taking him off guard. Ian lays beside her on the bed and Emma straddles him, wrapping his legs around Ian's waist. She presses their lips together again unbuttoning Ian's shirt.

Ian groans when Emma sucks on his Adam's apple feeling his pants tighten. Emma moves her hand from Ian's chest to his waist pulling the shirt out of his pants that were tucked neatly. Ian's hands moved wildly around Emma's body, squeezing here and there. After successfully unbuttoning all the buttons, she marks her husband's chest with love bites.

Ian almost loses his mind when Emma palms his crotch with the smirk.

“Aww, baby turned hard just by his wifey’s kisses, hmm?” Emma says with a fake sweet voice. Ian grits his teeth because his cock hurts. He just wants to slam Emma on the bed and fuck the life out of her.

“Do you want me to help you with your little problem, husband?” She smiles and Ian knows it's fake.

“Do you want your wife's mouth around your cock?” Emma asks and Ian gulps.

She moves her hand over Ian's bare chest, his shirt hanging over his shoulder. Ian's breath hitches by the contact of Emma's soft hands over his buff chest.

She leans closer to his ear and whispers, “Want me to kneel for you, hmm?” Ian groans.

“You're gonna regret this.” Ian grits out.

“And I guess you're already regretting forcing me, aren't you? Next time don't drag me or push me like you did. I have self respect.” Emma grits out and leaves the room. Ian groans looking at the obvious bulge and goes to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

This isn't going alright and he realises he needs to take Emma in control.

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I'm not satisfied writing this T_T