CEO He is Paranoid

"Vivi, in this lifetime, there can only be you for me. So, in your lifetime, there can only be me."

On the vast and pure white bed, the slender and sturdy body of the young man pressed against the girl beneath him, his delicate lips lingering on the girl's collarbone.

"Let me go," the girl's voice carried a hint of breathlessness.

"Don't you like me?" The kissing stopped, and his chin slowly lifted, his beautiful eyes fixed firmly on the girl in front of him.

It was a very focused gaze, in his pupils, in the color of his eyes, all imprinted with her face, as if his eyes held only her existence. "Then who do you like?" His eyebrows raised slightly, delicate yet gloomy.

The girl's heart trembled, and she remained silent.

In the next moment, he grabbed her right hand, his mouth enveloping her fingers, sucking, licking, spitting out and sucking in again, repeating the action as if her fingers were his most cherished toy at this moment.

Sighing, she said, "No, I haven't liked anyone." As she spoke, she twisted her wrist, trying to free her fingers from his grasp.

But his strength was too strong, rendering her struggles useless.

His thin lips lifted slightly, a shallow smile forming at the almost perfect corner of his mouth. "Fortunately, you didn't mention another man's name. Otherwise, I would kill him."

She felt her scalp go numb. "Asher, you're just a lunatic!"

"Well, I am a lunatic." He brought the back of her hands to his lips, gently kissing them. "Vivi, I'm only crazy for you."

He said it so casually, so nonchalantly, yet it sent shivers down her spine.

It seemed like an obvious fact, ever since that year when he tightly grabbed her skirt, his world had become consumed by her.

"Like me, Vivi, I want you to like me!" His knees easily parted her legs, getting closer to her softness.

She stared at him, his lips still pressed against the back of her hand, moist and hot, lingering intensely. His obsession was something she couldn't comprehend, treating her like a toy and yet demanding an answer.

Taking a deep breath, she said, "First, let go of me, my hand hurts."

"It hurts?" He frowned slightly but didn't let go of her hand. Instead, he extended his tongue, gently licking the area on her wrist that he had pinched red. "If you like me, it won't hurt."

"Do you like me?" she countered.

"Yes, I do," his answer was without hesitation.

"Do you know what I truly want?" she continued to ask.

He stared at her unwaveringly, then lowered his eyelids, bowing his head, his lips pressing against her neck, through the warmth of her skin, feeling the flow of her blood. "Hmm? What is it that you truly want?"

"Let me go," she replied, and suddenly, she felt a pain in her neck.

His teeth fiercely bit into her neck, as if trying to pierce through her flesh and break her artery.

It hurt, but she didn't make a sound, not until his lips left her neck, and his hand caressed her cheeks.

His alluring lips were dyed with a deep crimson, those beautiful eyes resembling white lotuses were deeply imprinted with her face.