The Billionaire's Unyielding Obsession

Secret Obsessions

Before her stood the man she had met at the airport, her mouth remained open in shock. He stared back at her with a smile. But he didn’t look surprised at all to see her. He looked absolutely majestic, standing tall and smiling brightly at her as the priest began to speak;

“Do you, Hazel, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love and to honour him all the days of your life?”

“Yes, I do” She was still staring at him, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Was this the ‘ruthless’ man her father had been talking about, the same man who had been so kind to her?

The troll she had imagined, the same gorgeous man who stood before her. She was beyond relieved, she was beaming for joy inwardly, and all her fears had vanished. This wasn’t going to be such a punishment after all.

He repeated the same for him and he concurred also. He grabbed her and pulled her for a kiss, his warm lips crashing against hers very shortly. He smelt so good.

Soon afterward, she settled in the car with her husband and headed to his mansion. But she couldn’t help but notice something terribly weird, ever since they had left the church his countenance had changed and his smile vanished, his expression was hardened now. It made the air heavy around them.

“Is everything alright?” She asked in worry. But he kept silent as he looked away through the window.

***

When Hazel walked into Mr. Ambrose’s mansion, she was met with the luxury and splendour surrounding her, her mouth opened in awe. From the paintings to the structures, from the furniture to the ceilings, everything exuded wealth and exceptional taste.

A maid approached her as Mr. Ambrose excused himself, the maid led her up the magnificent stairs to her bedroom.

Her bedroom wasn’t any different from the luxury she had seen. She flopped unto her bed in exhaustion. This morning had been a whirlwind of emotions and feelings.

She still couldn’t believe the man she had met last night was her husband, she wondered why he wasn’t as stunned as she was at the altar.

“Did he perhaps already know?” she said to herself, she was fond of doing this. “Nonsense!” there was no way he had been aware at the airport.

She got up to take off her dress, it was incredibly uncomfortable and she couldn’t wait to get rid of it. Suddenly the door opened, and her husband walked in.

“Aghh!” Hazel exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around her exposed breasts. “Get out!” She yelled at him.

He stood still, unfazed by her reaction. His eyes raked her body attentively before he spoke “Why?” he moved towards her, but she remained transfixed. “Don’t you think we should get used to this? We are married after all” He whispered in her ear as his hands unpeeled her arms, uncovering her breasts.

She gasped as her n*****s hardened from his gaze, she felt vulnerable.

His face had lost the warmth it held last night and at the church, now, he looked like someone who her father had described, as ruthless. Someone who could hurt her.

Fear crept up her spine. He growled under his breath, his eyes moving down as he loosened the dress letting it fall to the ground. Her breath quickened, thank goodness for her numerous underwear underneath it!

He smirked in defeat.

He wasn’t giving up anyways, she gasped as his hands touched her full, round breasts as he lightly caressed them.

She shouldn’t allow him to do this, but there she stood captive, unable to move, wanting more. She let out a moan of sheer pleasure. He didn’t fondle them and it was driving her crazy, she arched her back and leaned towards him, her heart racing.

He withdrew, leaning towards her ears, his hot breath reaching her neck and causing her a slight shiver.

“Get ready for me tonight,” he whispered, releasing her as he watched Hazel’s knees buckle, she stumbled to her bed to try to calm her breath before he turned to leave.

He was aware of Hazel since long before their encounter at the airport. Everything had been plotted by him, but she had no idea and he had every intention of keeping it that way.

He had one goal tonight, to claim her body and make her his completely. Oh! The joy he had felt when he discovered she was pure, innocent of the touch of a man.

Meanwhile, Hazel was still trying to process the countless feelings she had just experienced now, how was her body so attracted to this man?

She could still feel his body against her, her insides were growing warmer and warmer as her mind ran wild in imagination. No one had ever made her feel that way, she had had previous partial s****l experiences, but they were never this intense, this pleasurable.

Desire ran through her veins as she saw herself looking forward to the evening.

She ran to the shower, she needed to cool off… and prepare.

***

Jacob Ambrose had called her into his room that night. When she came in, she saw him seated behind a table riddled with papers, and she wondered why there was a work table in his bedroom.

He stood up, moving across the table. “Come." He beckoned.

She walked towards him, every step heavy with desire as her insides burned. She had literally counted the hours leading to this moment. He loosened his tie. Something about that was riling up something in her.

“I had wa…” she said as she came up to him.

“Hazel.” He shunned her with a seductive whisper. She couldn’t go any longer and she had just arrived, Jacob sensed every yearning of hers and it was making him go crazy as well.

He was too close for him to think, she wasn’t looking at him but the musk scent of his cologne was all her nose could smell. All her body could concentrate on.

He stroked her face lightly with his thumb. Her lips parted. Her breathing became ragged, she’d been so starved.

He leaned in to kiss her, her lips felt so warm and soft against his, and she whimpered. He could barely control himself now as he felt his erection grow.

He stopped to look at her hazel eyes which begged him for more. He went for another, this time longer and deeper, he grabbed her by the waist and dropped her on the table, clearing and breaking everything that came in the way.

He raised her dress up. “No underwear?” he asked with a sly smile, his voice uncontrollably husky.

“You had told me to prepare,” she replied innocently.

He pulled her sleeve down impatiently to reveal her firm breasts and well-puckered n*****s.

“God! You’re beautiful”. He groaned in desperation as he took one in his mouth while he fondled the other, causing a loud moan from her.

She felt his rising erection and pulled his trousers down, he released them and placed his erection between her thighs, teasing her before he slowly entered, his mouth on her neck. He groaned loudly as he entered. She winced in pain and moaned in pleasure.

“You’re mine” He whispered in her ear.

***

Hazel woke up on the bed, she was sprawled up on the bed alone, and Jacob was gone. Last night had been incredibly intense and absolutely wonderful. She had never guessed that her body could feel the way it did. She smiled sheepishly in remembrance.

She got out of bed and made her way to his desk, she was still curious as to why there was a table in his bedroom. Surely, he must have a study in this great mansion.

She sat on the chair, admiring its comfort. She reached out to open the top drawer, inside it, was a book filled with records.

She looked into them in curiousity and found out they were hers, her records since college, where she had worked, her classes, her family, everything.

Fear gripped her. Inside the book were pictures, they looked awfully familiar. She took them and peered. These were her pictures… with the name Addison scribbled over them.