All Chapters of Dark obsessions: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Adrian Where the hell is he? I already packed my clothes, he's the only one holding me back. I proceed to call him. He replied to my text earlier saying he was coming.But time is delaying. I need to return back to Nikolai's place. I will not run away. Not only will he look for me and kill me, but I'm not done with that house. Not yet.“Where are you uncle?” I ask the moment he picks the calls up.“I'm near your place, Adrian. Give me a few minutes.” “Okay then. Be fast. I have to leave soon.” I urge him, ending the call afterward. I shove my phone into my pocket, standing up from the chair I'm sitting on. I look around my sitting room and my eyes land on a picture.It's me and my mother. I was eight there. I suck in a deep breath, reaching out for the picture. I look just like my mother, with brown hair and the most beautiful brown eyes. She used to smile a lot, she was the best. But they had to take her from me, they killed her. I watched her die.My heart raced as the memory come

Nikolai I'm not the kind who wastes his time on things. I go straight to the fucking point. That's how life works. You don't waste time.And Adrian? The pretty boy gets me hard. My dick is fucking hard, if you look closely at my towel, you'll see the bulge.My men brought me two women after I arrived home and they couldn't get my cock hard. Not even with a blowjob. But I became painfully hard just at the sight of Adrian.He's a turn-on for my cock, that needs to be fucked. So that's why I asked my question, to know how to get him.“No, I don't.” He replies with a stern look on his face.“I had a girlfriend.” “Before you killed her. Sexual preferences change.” I pointed out and noticed the change of look in his brown eyes. Mentioning his dead girlfriend sparked up something within him.When my men cleared Igor's place, three bodies were found and when I ran my check, I found out she was his girlfriend. Larisa. She was fucking Igor. How pathetic.“Seeing your appearance, I figured you

Adrian As the auctioneer's voice fills the grand hall of the Shatura art museum, Nikolai's eyes fix directly on the painting."Auction lot 37, 'The Whispering Lady' by Vladimir Borovikovsky, a stunning 18th-century portrait," the auctioneer announces in Russian, "bidding begins at 30 million rubles."The crowd murmurs, and bidding paddles rise. Nikolai's paddle, numbered 123, shoots up."35 million rubles from paddle 123!" the auctioneer declares.A wealthy businessman, Evgeny Ivanov, paddle 27, counters with "40 million rubles."Nikolai's eyes narrow. He raises his paddle again with a smirk on his face."45 million rubles from paddle 123!" the auctioneer calls out.The room erupts into a flurry of bids. Paddle 27, 42, and 91 join the fray. Nikolai's determination grows. From the look in his eyes, he won't give up. He wants the painting and I will not be surprised if he kills everyone in the hall to get it."60 million rubles... 65 million rubles... 70 million rubles!" the auctioneer

Nikolai I'm still seated in the same spot, staring at Adrian as he sleeps. Boris and Yulia came back about two hours ago and gave me fresh clothes. They belonged to Boris. I freshened up, changed my clothes, and did the same thing to Adrian, actually, I cleaned him up. And yes, I stripped him naked.He was in a deep sleep and had no idea as I cleaned all the blood off him. He only moaned from time to time, sending jolts of electricity through me, straight to my dick. I dressed him after cleaning it up.Yulia brought food, but I ate just a little and woke Adrian up to take the medicine she made for him. He fell back to sleep afterward.After making sure the couples were asleep, I brought out my phone which I had kept hidden. I brought my gun as well, never be too careful.Ilya informed me that they had captured Evgeny, so quickly, he should have thought twice before thinking of attacking me.He asked me where we were so he could come pick us up, but I assured him we were fine. I didn'

Nikolai I wake up the next morning to see Adrian sleeping soundly. He finally fell asleep after tossing around the bed repeatedly.So, he was a victim of abuse? Interesting. I was too, From both parents. I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom, taking my phone with me. I send a text to Ilya, to tell him where he'd meet us later in the afternoon. He replies almost immediately.My hand slowly moves to my mouth as my index finger slowly traces my lower lips. I kissed him and fuck, it was addicting. The kiss was short-lived and was fucking not enough. I need more. I need to kiss him again, longer, as I trace my lips down his jaw, to his neck, his chest, and bite his nipple while I stroke his hard dick. Now, my cock is hard.I suck in a deep breath to get myself under control. I kissed him and I'll definitely do much more.I walk out of the bathroom to see Adrian sitting on the bed.“Good morning,” he says in a clipped-off tone. He looks embarrassed about last night, of course.“Good m