All Chapters of uncle's dark obsession : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Clara hesitated. Her leg still felt shaky, a reminder of what he put her through. But instead of going towards the dining room. Clara stood there for a moment, watching him aggressively tap away at his keyboard. The cold, business-like mask was back on his face, but she hadn’t missed the sudden darkening of his eyes or the way his throat had bobbed when he looked at her exposed collarbone. A subtle, confident thrill rippled through her. This terrifying man, who could freeze a room with a single glance, was actively fighting his own base instincts just to let her rest.Instead of walking away to the dining room as instructed, Clara took slow, deliberate steps toward the couch. The oversized black silk robe dragged slightly against the floor, the hem pooling around her bare feet.Arthur didn't look up, but his jaw clenched tighter, his fingers pausing for a fraction of a second on the keys. "Clara," he warned, his voice dropping into a low, grave register. "I told you to go eat. I hav

Clara woke up with a sore body and like Arthur said she couldn't move her legs. Arthur had to bathe her and also had her dressed up. They did so many sex styles that she passed out before Arthur stopped cum and she could swear they were on it for hours. Arthur was a beast on bed and she had it noted at the back of her head not to test his patient anymore. “Sorry I hurt you,” Arthur said seeing so many purple bruises on her body all from his tight grips and kisses, Clara tried adjusting a little but the pain she felt on her waist made her wince loudly making Arthur even more remorseful. “If you're sorry you would have stopped after the third round,” she complained, hitting his chest playfully as he kissed her on her head. “ I tried though,but you were so addictive, we only did it seven times and to think you fainted three times is laughable,” Arthur mocked while she glared at him but soon she was crying making Arthur confused on what he had done again. “ You're a bad uncle, I'm in s

The scent of lavender and cedar wood filled the room as Clara got dressed for work. It was past seven in the morning and she planned on going to work today. She had her assistant redraft the document involving the Evans corp while also submitting her resignation letter to James through email.Arthur walked in, with an apron tied loosely to his waist as he hugged her from behind while planting a kiss on her earlobe trying to leave a hickey his eyes closed as he inhaled his scent on her.” You smell lovely, little bird,” his voice felt hoarse, restrained,as if trying to control his urge to take her over there. Clara shivered from his breath as she felt his arms roam all over her hips as she gently drew invisible lines on her hips. She wore a black fitted gown showing all the curves in the right places while also wearing a big suit jacket over it. She paired it with a white handbag and white shoes, everything ordered the previous night by Arthur with his size guard being accurate. “ Yo

Clara didn't see that coming, The sudden weight of his hand against her black hose made Clara’s breath trap completely in her throat. Even through the sheer material, the raw heat of his palm felt like a brand, sending a liquid shiver straight to her core. Her thighs automatically tightened, her back arching slightly against the leather seat."Arthur," she whispered, her voice a little breathless as she glanced out the window, terrified that a passing driver might look in. "We're in the middle of traffic.""And?" Arthur murmured, his voice dropping into that deep, gravelly register that left no room for argument. He didn't take his eyes off the road, navigating the evening rush with one masterfully steady hand on the wheel.His fingers slid higher, tracing the fluid hem of her flare gown. His thumb rubbed a slow, deliberate circle right against the lace edge of her panties, making her let out a soft, involuntary moan. He let out a low, deeply satisfied chuckle, his fingers fleetingly

Arthur lay beside a soundly sleeping Clara, his massive tatted arm wrapped protectively around her slender waist. In the dark, quiet bedroom, the soft rise and fall of her chest against his side was the only thing grounding his restless energy. With his free hand, he slipped his phone from beneath the pillow. A secure, encrypted notification blinked on the screen, followed instantly by the silent vibration of an incoming call.Glancing down at Clara’s peaceful face, he carefully slid his arm out from under her, tucking the duvet around her shoulders to ensure she wouldn't catch a chill. His expression transformed instantly. The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by an icy, lethal detachment as he stepped out onto the glass-walled balcony, closing the door soundlessly behind him.He pressed the phone to his ear. "Speak," he ordered, his voice a low, commanding whisper that cut through the night air."Boss," the voice on the other end reported smoothly. "James Sterling was just spott