Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 47: Moans

Chapter 47: Moans
LIAM
Abandoning my duties is not one of my traits. But I should make it one. Or else my ego will get me in bigger shits than what I am already in.
Kian is fucking the nun in a nearby thick bush. And I am...I am standing on guard so that even if someone passes by this pretty secluded area, I can alert the party.
What can get possibly worse than this?
This is what I think every time I get into a shit hole. But then, the universe shows me what can
actually
get worse than that. The current situation isn’t any different. I can hear the moans, the whimpers, the squeals,
and
the screams of the nun. I can even hear the nasty
squelch
from here.
I shouldn’t have let Jennifer drag away Fred to mess with some other nuns. I should have gone with her instead. What worse could have happened? At least, I would be able to watch two women make out. Rather a pleasant sight to the eyes of a man, I would say.
Irritation, annoyance, and pissed off are understatements for what I am feeling right now. Hell, I wouldn’t even do justice to them if I tried to describe my feelings with them right now.
My stomach swirls, and the dark clouds of irritation roll off of my waves as I hear Kian fuck the nun’s brains out. But there is one thing about Kian that I notice right now. Kian hasn’t made even a single sound throughout their orgasm.
How is that possible?
I perk my ear as I hear intently. Nope. There is nothing. Not even a single low moan or grunt. Now it is piquing my interest. Why isn’t Kian moaning? I want to hear him.
I lean toward the bush a little as my mind starts to play tricks on me about how Kian would sound when he moans and how would he sound when he moans my name...
My cock strains against my pants painfully and heat skates up to my cheeks.
What the hell...?
Did I just fantasize about
Kian Eryx
?
Yes. Things can actually get worse. And the situation I am in right now is the live proof of that.
Suddenly, the moans and whimpers subside, and the bush starts to move. I straighten up on my feet and put on my poker face, though I keep glancing in the direction out of the corner of my eyes.
To my disappointment, a perfectly dressed Kian steps out from the bush. All his flawlessness and all. Here, I thought I would get to see a slightly disheveled Kian even, if not a lot.
"Tch." I click my tongue low enough that Kian can’t hear the disappointment in my tone.
"What?" He approaches me.
"Nothing." I keep my expression pristine. Kian’s eyes narrow at me but I blatantly ignore it. "So what information you got, Commander?" I give him a smile that doesn’t reach my cold eyes.
"She was a virgin." Kian’s grin is so big and so smug that it makes me want to hurl and punch him. I can feel the triumphant rolling off of him in dense clouds.
I scrunch my nose and rub my bridge, "I wasn’t talking about that." I give him a look, "Be serious. What did you pull out of her?"
"Moans." Kian replies with unfaltering smugness, "She moaned so sweetly."
I am torn between tears and pulling at my hair. But I can’t deny that. The nun actually sounded sweet. "Kian."
"What?" He is particularly glowing.
"Shut up." I snap, "Spit it. What did she say? Where is she now?"
"I sent her off in a different way as our agreement is over." Make sense because I don’t see her following Kian out of the bush. "She said that she is only just training to become a nun. She hasn’t taken her oath yet. So the cult doesn’t let her or other trainee nuns know the confidential information. She hasn’t seen any child around here. Ever. And they are forbidden to leave their quarters after midnight. That’s all." Kian concludes.
"So the payback for a good sex session is: bullshit." I remark, "Am I right?" I smile, though the expression in my eyes belying my sweet smile. Thoroughly pissed.
"Nope." Kian retorts, "The payback for a good sex session is: a good sex with a virgin." Kian comments.
And I give him a disdained look, "The information is useless."
"At least I had a good sex." He grins.
I stare at him, and he stares back for a beat before I turn my gaze away, sighing and rubbing my forehead. I have no idea how this investigation will progress with supervisors like Kian and Jennifer.
Why am I even here?
Oh, right. For my good-for-nothing brother, who only Gods know what has gotten himself onto. I still have my fair share of doubt on whether he is alive or not.
By the time we return to the cottage, the sun is setting on the horizon, casting a soft hue over the place. I would say it looks pretty if the sun didn’t rob the warmth with it while it went down.
Nights are unbearably cold and I have already hurt my pride way too much by cuddling with Kian once last night. I need to fuel it for another week to bring myself to do it again.
I stand on the veranda outside the cottage and look up at the clear sky. It’s a full moon tonight. The sun is gone for the day.
"You will catch a cold." Kian trudges out of the wooden house. He doesn’t sound concerned. Not at all.
I ignore it anyway, "What will you do?" I cock my head toward him.
Kian stands beside me, "I am going to the village tomorrow."
"I see." I look back up.
I figure it will be easier if I stick with Kian and gather the clues I can gather.
I suddenly sneeze softly and grimace.
Here goes nothing. I have indeed caught a cold.