His To Adore

Chocolate Brown Eyes

The Monster

I watched her quietly as she munched on her icecream looking out at the setting sun. The warm glow made her face light up like gold. Her dark locks flew in the cool breeze giving her a etheral look.
Pure.
She was pure. And she is mine.
Too fucking innocent.
I crave tainting her innocence to everything crude.

The chocolate covered her upper lips and it took every ounce of my self control not to pounce and taste it of her lips until I am the only one she feels, tastes and breathes.
She was doing nothing and yet I was struggling to hold onto the thin shred of my self control that was on the verge of snapping.
I never struggled with self control. Never taken a reckless decision without thinking of consequences. Not until I met a pair of chocolate brown eyes and realised that perhaps being reckless was a beautiful experience.
Not until I met a pair of dark brown eyes and realised that the freedom I have is an illusion. Hers is a reality. Aviraj Oberoi can get anything he wants.
No he can't.

In my world, you are scrutinied for every weakness and before you can realise it you are stuck between jumping of a cliff and falling in a well.
I didn't care before because I didn't have anything to lose.
But now as I look at the woman sitting in the balcony gazing at the setting sun, I know I will rip the world into shreds if someone even tries to look at her in a wrong way. She is mine and only mine.

Feeling my gaze she looks up at me with her beautiful beautiful eyes and fuck if that isn't the sweetest thing I have ever seen.
I don't even like sweet.

I leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms over my chest. She stiffened, probably self conscious. Chocolate smeared over her upper lips and her hair tied up in a messy bun with a few strands spilling here and there. She stared at me with her big doe eyes that almost seemed embarrased. Which is kind of justified because she threw a tantrum when I bought those for her and said she wouldn't even touch them. She wasn't expecting me to be here this soon. Should I leave my chance to tease her with that ? Definitely not.

I stroll into the balcony, hands in my pockets as I say in a mocking tone, “Someone told me this morning that she wouldn't touch anything given by me,” I gauzed her reaction as her eyes traced my movements. “Must have heard wrong. ”

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes.

I stand in front of her smirking, and she licked her lips trying to wipe off the chocolate smearing her upper lips. My eyes zeroed on the action and a series of X-rated images filled my mind. Those plum lips wrapped around my cock, her honey-like voice moaning and begging for more.
I push those aside. For now.

“I was just taking a bite.” She spoke, her melodious voice echoing in my ear. “And I'm unimpressed.”

Of course she is. That's why she finished more than half of it. “Oh?” I say, “Then what gets you impressed, my lady?” I saw the slightest dilation of her pupils at the name ‘my lady’. I'd kill for that reaction. So I push further. “Is it my taste you're asking for?”
Her pupils rounded at the corners. She definitely didn't see that coming. It took a moment to gain her composure and it was replaced by a droll look. But that one moment is all I need.“You wish.”

“Couldn't find a better comeback, Amore?” I say smugly. “Cat got your tongue?”

“I'll cut your tongue and feed it to a fucking cat.”
There she is. It came out heated, irritated as well. She was so done with my shit.

I blink, not expecting that reply. She took me by surprise this time.
“My my, Amore, So brutal. I love my tongue just where it is. Thank you very much.”

“Then you better keep your mouth shut.” She stood up and stormed to the room. I followed behind. She wiped off the chocolate from her lips.
Much better.
Much less painful to control.

Watching her was my favorite hobby. But it is difficult. Especially when she licks her lips or bites it when nervous. It was my job to bite and lick it. Not hers.
Sooner or later, I will devour her. And she will be my favourite meal.

“Oh?” I say, riling her up. “And what if I don't?”
She pasted a sweet smile on her face that was fake as shit. “Wanna see?”
“Would love to.”

She approached me with that smile that made it clear she was annoyed as hell. I wanted to see what she has got. I love when she opens her claws.  Then again, what do I don't love about her?
Stopping in front of me, she looked up at me. I arched a brow as she grabbed a pillow. Without an warning she started hitting me with a goddamn pillow.. “Get out, asshole, ” she barked. “Get the fuck out of here.”
I stumbled backwards, but she didn't stop, chasing after me as I moved to hold it or stop it. Or maybe I didn't want it to stop. “Excuse me? This is my room.”

“I don't give a damn. Get out.” She pushed me towards the door as I attempted a last try to hold her.
As if knowing my move, she stepped aside and put last hit to my head and slammed the door.
Lesson learnt: Never irritate a woman who's on her period.
I smile. Like actually smile. She's softening, slowly but surely. I never knew getting kicked out of my own room would feel good.

The buzz of my phone snapped me out of my musings . . . and apparently smiling at a fucking door. Shaking my head, I pull out my phone and  at an instant my mood dimmed.
Father.
My jaw clenched at sight of the caller id, and I gripped my phone so hard, I'm surprised it didn't snap. It's been years trying to get my head straight whenever this man is in my vicinity, yet I cannot control the intense hatred that burns in my chest.

I pick up the phone, keeping my voice neutral, relaxed. “Yes Father,”

“You, Akash, to the compound. Tomorrow.” His command was sharp, concise.

“Will be done.” I hang up the call. I cannot tolerate the man more than three seconds. It isn't unusual for him to call us in his compound, but something just felt... off.
No worries, daddy dearest. I'll put you to sleep soon. But I promise, it won't be peaceful.

I send a quick text to Akash. His reply comes almost immediately.

Me: Father called us in the compound. Tomorrow.

Akash: We aren't his fucking dogs.

Me: Just a bit more tolerance.

Akash: Mastered it long ago.

Me: Increase the security.

Akash: will be done.