I love the nickname "Adi." It's an Indian name. She's giving me her religion name. Claiming me as hers.
My face breaks with a wide smile. I was smiling like a lovesick teenager.
Something I didn't know I was capable of. I nuzzle into her neck until there's no gap between our bodies. I inhale her smell. She's like a damn drug one touch and taste of her, and I'm addicted.
I press soft kisses to her forehead, both cheeks, and nose but so softly, not wanting to disturb her in her sleep. She's sleeping so deeply and innocently, like she trusts me completely.
My mind keeps replaying the pool moment. The way her face filled with ecstasy. The pleasure I was giving her. The sweet, addictive moan and the satisfaction. I'm hard again just thinking about it.
She's exhausted just from my one finger. God knows what will happen when I finally take her. What's rightfully mine. My hand rests possessively on her waist.
My hand moves down to her hip. And I freeze, my eyes widen slightly as I notice she's not wearing any panties.
"Fuck me."
God's sake why does she have this kind of habit? Sleeping without panties.
She loves sleeping without panties, and I love that she sleeps without them. But it's so dangerous for me right now.
It's not like I didn't know about it. I know everything about her because I was stalking her for so long. And God knows how many times I've seen her bare.
She often admire her body on the mirror. And I love it how she loves herself. When no one noticed.
But finally seeing her like this close. It's taking every ounce of my willpower not to tear off her nightgown and bury my face between her thick thighs.
I love how curvy she is. Every part of her is like a work of art. And it's all mine. But damn, I don't want to take advantage. She's so innocent. I don't want to scare her with my goddamned hormones.
I shift slightly, trying to relieve some tension in my groin. She moves closer, nuzzling her leg to my bulge. Her face buried in my chest.
I grip her hip under her night gown, trying to stop her from moving.
"Goddamned, woman, stop moving you're killing me, with your innocent movement." I mutter to myself.
After so many minutes of useless struggle, I can't take it anymore.
I carefully get up from the bed and go to the bathroom. Standing under the cool shower, hoping that it'll help me.
"Get a grip, Aiden. Your princess is so precious. You can't lose control."
I rest my forehead on the cool shower wall as I mutter to myself.
After a long shower, I go back to bed. But damn, it's still hard.
As the night goes on, I'm getting more restless. And her thin nightie is testing my self-control.
Her every movement just causes the fabric to bunch up at her waist, revealing her intimate part. I clutch the sheets so tightly trying to not touch her. Inappropriately.
I get up again and take another cold shower. When I return back bedroom she's sleeping soft sounds humming in the air. Lips slightly parted for the sleep.
"And look at her she's sleeping like the outside world doesn't matter. Completely oblivious to the torture she's putting me through right now."
The whole night I take few more showers. Then, eventually, I also fall into a light slumber.
I control my hand so hard. She deserves to be worshipped, and I can't do anything without her consent.
As the sunlight streams through the window, I stir awake because of the morning wood. But fuck she's practically sleeping on top of me like an octopus.
And her core is on top of my morning wood.
"Baby... please stop testing my control." I say softly.
She stirs slightly but doesn't wake up.
I sigh, petting her hair. I Kiss the top of her head.
After few minutes of laying in silence. I reluctantly place her back on the bed, pulling the cover to her shoulder. Covering her completely. She have weak immunity. She catch cold too easily.
And last night I keep her on the pool cold water so long. I feel a pang of guilt. But the thought of someone try to snatched her from me. I just loose my control.
I go to the bathroom. As I take a shower, my hand goes down to my bulge. I can still feel the softness and the tightness of her pussy on my finger.
I grab it and move up and down, imagining her under me, her face filled with the pleasure that I give her.
I move my hand faster.
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After taking care of myself, I wrap a towel around me and step out of the bathroom. Water clings to my solid chest. That built from years of hard work training, not from being a gym rat.
The towel hangs loosely at my abdomen.
As I wipe my hair in front of the mirror, I see her stir and sit up on the bed. Rubbing her eyes to focused.
Her eyes widen for a second as she sees me like this. Then she's ogling my body. Like she seeing some kind of excited movie.
I don't react immediately. Except flexing my muscles, giving her a good view of my toned back.
As I watch her reflection.
She likes my Medusa tattoo. I know. And I love that she loves it.
"Are you done fucking me with your eyes?" I say suddenly. A smug smile on my face.
"Not yet," she mutters.
I arch one eyebrow.
"Sorry?" I say, turning toward her and walking closer to the bed.
She said it without realizing. As she realizes what she said, she starts stuttering in embarrassment.
I smirk.
"Uh... I... I... I'm not staring... I don't have any interest in your body."
"Are you sure? Because just a few seconds ago, you were devouring me with your eyes. It's not like I'm complaining."
I tilt her chin up toward me, lean close to her ear.
"You've every right to stare. This body is yours."
I lean in so close she closes her eyes and parts her lips. But I pull back completely.
"What are you doing, Mrs. Rossini?"
She opens her eyes instantly, her cheeks flushing even more. It's so fun to see her squirming in embarrassment.
"I... I hate you," she snaps and runs to the bathroom not before bumping slightly into the bed.
She slams the door shut.
I chuckle softly shake my head slightly.
"Clumsy little thing."
I go to my walk in closet. I wear a crisp white shirt and black tailored trousers.
I go to my watch collection and wear my Rolex watch, complete with Christian Louboutin shoes.
Looking every ounce the powerful businessman. I glance once more at the closed bathroom door, then step out of the bedroom.
I go to the dining room, sitting to eat my breakfast, scrolling through my iPad to see some emails.
A few minutes later, she comes downstairs wearing a floral print dress that hugs her curves in all the right places.
She's done light makeup that enhances her beauty.
She ignores me and sits to eat breakfast. Her mood looking off.
I nod to the staff. They bring juice and tea just the way I know she likes. With little more sugar and lot's of milk.
And a nutrition-filled sandwich.
She's so careless about her eating habits. Once she eat something now she forget to having her next meal.
I take a sip of my black coffee, watching her over the rim of my glass.
"Finish your breakfast," I say firmly but gently.
"Stop ordering me. You're no one to tell me what I eat or not. Just because I'm your wife doesn't mean I have to do whatever you tell me."
I place my cup back on the table.
What happened suddenly? She's not usually reacting like this.
"You know what your problem is?" I ask calmly.
"What?"
"You underestimate yourself too much. You're scared to taking help. Because you think it's makes you small. That you believe that someone's care is also an order for you."
She clenches her fist and stands up.
"Mind your own business, Mr. Aiden Rossini. I can take care of myself." She say firmly. No nickname. No warmth in her voice.
As she says my name, I feel a pang in my heart.
She leaves without a backward glance. I don't say anything. This girl says things in anger, then feels bad for themselves.
I know right now she needs space.
So I let her go for now. Don't for too long.
But what is the cause of her sudden mood swings?
I check the bedroom CCTV footage. She received a call.
I check her phone. I have complete access. I don't check it every time unless it's really needed.
Mrs. Rao!
Her mom. As much as I remember, she hasn't contacted her since we married.
What the hell did she say to my princess to make her sad?
Anyway I've to talk to her about the Reyansh case. I take a breathe take my jacket and car key.
Before going to the company, I go to my secret basement, where many men work under me. It's divided into three departments.
One handles the entire internet server and hidden security to find out all information about the Dark Ring's kidnappings.
Second is the rescue team and medical support for victims. And that team doesn't only make medicine it makes poison too. And so more medicine.
I created that team personally. I want to make those monsters suffer before dying just how they did to their victims.
Arohi handles that department.
The third is the security team.
They make weapons that are easy to carry but very dangerous and perfect for torture. Dante handles that.
When I reach there, I go straight to my office. Dante and Arohi come.
"Did you find any more information? And what about Kira Mia?"
"She doesn't doubt you. I guess because she hasn't taken any action, except I see her more excited about your meetings," Arohi says, handing me the tab where some of her clips are playing.
Her shopping, beauty stores...
A good heart makes good people.
An ugly heart is always ugly inside and outside.
"Hmm, good job," I say without looking up.
"AD, we have to act early to stop this fourth crime. According to their pattern, they'll get together in two months. And another girl will be their table for torture," Dante says.
"Yeah... we can't depend only on Kira. There are a few politicians in the group. I know some of them. But the problem is.
I have to convince them to accept my fake identity."
I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees.
"We still have two months, AD. We'll definitely save the victim this time. We can't let another crime happen."
Dante and Arohi try to assure me. But I know anything can happen. I can't let another sister or daughter die.
"Okay... you both can go now."
I open my computer, my hands dancing over the keyboard furiously. After typing a few codes, some CCTV footage opens.
One is the Apocalypse Club outside.
Others are from some VIP members' to the club personal mansions.
They don't even know I've hacked their security.
These small balls really think they're powerful. But who the fuck is the leader of this Dark Ring?
Every time I get close to a clue, it's like he already knows and my plan fails.
But not this time.
This time, I won't let them fail me.
I open another footage my princess's department.
She's working with full focus. But still, her face is scrunched maybe because of this morning's events.
I call her but she cut the call. I try again and again she cut everytime. I message she ignore.
I can tolerate ten bullets in my chest but her ignore is just killing me. I decided to talk to her tonight when we going home.
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