Obsession

Chapter 37 (1) 16+

37 (1) 16+

*Contain sensitive parts*

*Proceed with caution*

"Strip for me," Damien's words pulled me back to reality. I literally just stood there with a blank head. I might be stupid sometimes, but not stupid enough not to get the hidden message behind it.

I could see the seriousness on his face.
I slowly backed away earning a sharp look from Damien.

"I- I- can't," I stated.

He tilted his head upwards and leaned backward releasing his deep breath. As if he's tired of ordering a bad dog to sit down.

"You can strip by yourself or.. I can rip that apart from you and.. do something I will regret," he mumbled with a bored tone gazing at the ceiling.

His attention was slowly back on me licking his lips, spreading his legs, and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, as I stood stiffly, wishing he would forget I was in this room.

My head felt light but I couldn't even move a muscle. My reaction earned a raised brow, " Don't tempt me, we both know how my self-control is... ," He paused as his stare landed on my lips, and his gaze back to my eyes, " I just can't help it,"

He's lunatic enough to stare me in my sleep though the night. Everything about him was unpredictable. There could be times when I could spit and him and earn a smirk. Or he would pounce on me just because I looked at him Wrong. Even in my slightest change of demeanor and not. Anything would trigger him to attack me in the line of his sight for no apparent reason at times.

But... how could I? Why was he acting like this?

I felt the back of my eyes burned.
My face became as hot as hell.
I felt my throat itching.
There's a chance of him losing control... I didn't even wanna think about it.

" Don't. Cry," Damien said with a low tone.

I couldn't stop the tears.

Damien was dead serious about this.

"A-are you-" I couldn't find my Voice,
" gonna-"

He cut me off " Vivan, strip. "

" Screw you, bastard! The hell I would strip for you! " I blurted out. Realising I just snapped at him, I remained frozen, unable to move from my spot.

But I could feel his eyes looking me up and down. He looked as if he was trying memorize every part of me, I couldn't help but shiver as I thought of every possible outcome.

He hadn't reacted to what I just said.

I watched as he made his way over to me, in no hurry. He moved slow until he had me pressed against the wall. Caging me between his outstretched arms.

Maintaining eye contact was nothing but pathetic attempt to not show fear. But it was too much. The look in his eye was too intense. A lump form in my throat and my eyes began to tear up as his breath mix with mine.

“ Vivan... Do you understand your place in this whatever relationship we have? ”

" Please... I don't want to. "

“If you take it off on your own. I won’t touch you. I can’t give you the same promise if you Force my hand. Get it? ”

His face moved into the crook of my neck, getting as close as he could without touching.

" Well?" He said calmly.

I took in a deep breath letting the frustrated tears fell and started pulling the dress off me with eyes closed tight.