Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 30: Sweet Poison

Chapter 30: Sweet Poison
KIAN
I can never fall asleep in someone else’s presence. And especially in a specific someone’s presence who wants to kill me. I think it is now as obvious as the daylight that he wants to kill me.
Lain’s hostility and animosity against me are so thick and palpable that I can almost taste it on my tongue. But for some unfathomable reason, I find myself attracted to the man.
Yes, I desire Lain. I am not a fool to deny it after what happened yesterday in the bathroom.
I had taken off my blindfold the moment we got into the tub because I was not obliged to follow a stupid rule made in an attempt to respect our privacy. This is dumb, and I didn’t promise Lain that I would go along with it until the end. Other than that I wanted to see him.
And when I saw him...the air from my lungs had been stolen before I could grasp it and shove it back into my lungs. His body is gorgeous. A slim waist, a lean sculpted body with just enough muscles everywhere. He has fair skin, smoother than silk skin. His complexion is slightly pink like the petals of Cherry blossom. His nipples were pinkish and so delicious looking that I had to fight with my everything to keep my hands to myself and not pinch them. I can’t help but wonder when I wrap my mouth around those small peaks and taste them, will they turn out to be so tasty like they appeared to be? There is sprawling dark relic mark on his bicep. The mark resembles the element wind. It only makes his perfect body even more perfect and gorgeous.
Seeing him soaked, water trickly down his smooth spotless body had me lightheaded. I was praying to whatever Gods was in the duty at that time to not let my intrusive thoughts win and touch him the way I wanted to.
Lain would have killed me on the spot if he felt something was off. So all I could do was clench my jaw and lock every muscle of my body and quietly sit there.
God of Luck maybe was in a good mood this is why she made Lain slip and fall into my lap. I didn’t want him to leave the place this is why I wrapped my arm around his tiny waist and made him sit there.
He smelled like warm spring and cherry blossom. His scent, the way his soft skin felt against my otherwise callous and rough had sent my brain on a spiral. Erection was inevitable. And it took all of me not to pin him down then and there and fuck him senseless. He felt so delicious...like a sweet poison and alluring like a forbidden fruit.
I controlled myself somehow—I don’t know how and let him go. But I made him sleep in the same bed as me. He was reluctant but he agreed eventually. And I am so proud of myself that I made him sleep with me because it was worth it. No, it is even better than that.
Him in my arms, fast asleep. The sunlight is pouring through the windows of my room and casting a soft glow over his face, making him look angelic in my arms.
My cock jerks in interest and I press it against the curves of his plumpy ass. It fits so effortlessly that it is almost like he is tailor-made for me. I tamp down the groan in the back of my throat.
It’s a good thing that love and lust are never a package deal. Because if it was, I would be in deeper shit than I already am.
I am lusting after a man. A man who is most seemingly my enemy—from the animosity he has for me. And the worst part is, I still want to kill him as much as ever despite my cock having shown interest in him.
Lain snuffles closer to me, his back presses against my chest more firmly, and my arm tightens around him, flexing with tension.
Lain stirs. But he doesn’t open his eyes. He relishes the warmth enveloping him before the realization dawns on him, and his eyes fly open. He hastily scoots away from me, making me almost chuckle though my cock immediately misses his ass. He doesn’t get too far before our handcuff tugs and pulls.
"What the hell are you doing?" Lain bristles, his eyes wide and they widen another friction as they travel down to my groin. "Why was I in your arms?"
I prop myself on my elbow and take him in. His tousled hair, slightly flushed cheeks, and red earlobes, his emerald eyes swimming in shock. His breathing is a little more labored than usual.
"You were sleeping by my side." I drawl, appearing nonchalant, "You were warm so I instinctively wrapped you in my arms. It appeared as if you enjoyed it as well."
Lain flushes a deeper shade of pink. He looks so cute when he is embarrassed. "A-And what about that?" He points at my crotch.
"This is just a normal morning wood." I sit up, running my fingers through my hair. I point at his groin, "You have it too."
Lain regains his composure and sits up beside me, "Alright. I get it."
I want to ask him what he gets, but before I can ask, there is a firm knock on my door.
"Commander." Fred’s stoic voice flies in from the other side of the door, "The former commander is here to pay a visit."
My heart sinks. Fred’s words are like a basin of cold water to my earlier good mood. My spine snaps straight, and I jump off the bed, dragging Lain with me a little. He gasps. I ignore him.
"I will be there in a few moments," I call out as fish out the key of our handcuff. I hastily unlock it.
There are a few things I want my father to see, and Lain is none of them. He has to stay away from the man as much as possible.
"Go to your room," I order as I get dressed.
He is staring at me as if I have grown two heads but he doesn’t question it and scrambles out of the bed and then room.
I get ready as fast as I can, my heart beating against my chest violently but I keep my calm exterior as I approach the sitting room.
"Father."