Intrigued by the CEO: Paranoid Obsessions

“From now on, you’re not allowed to stand me up.” Blaze stared at her solemnly.

Harper froze.

Blaze held her hand and looked down at the wound on her hand, “From now on, when I make a date with you, you must come on time. No running away, no no-shows!”

“Do you hear me?” Blaze squeezed her wrist tightly, repeating, “Do you hear me?”

Harper winced in pain. She furrowed and nodded under Blaze’s stern gaze, “I understand.”

“That’s better.” Blaze released her hand, gently rubbing the sore spot where he had gripped her wrist.

Harper looked down at her hand, unable to describe her feelings towards Blaze. He could be really mean to her, but sometimes he seemed to care a lot about her. Even a slight injury on her hand made him overly anxious. And he craved her commitment, she felt an exaggerated sense of being needed that she had never felt before.

Suddenly, her hand felt cool as Blaze began blowing on her wound again. It was as if he believed that by doing so, her injury would magically disappear…

“Harper,” Blaze looked at her, “You promised me today. If you dare to stand me up in the future, I will make sure you regret it!” There was a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

Harper looked at him, feeling a chill run down her spine.

The next moment, Blaze pulled her into his arms, his strong arms tightly embracing her body.

Harper leaned against his chest, watching as the shooting stars fell from the sky, her thoughts a jumble. She couldn’t believe she was watching a meteor shower with Blaze of all people.

Blaze kept her firmly locked in his embrace, lost in his own thoughts. Harper, feeling drowsy, snuggled closer to him.

As the night wore on, the air grew colder. Harper couldn’t resist the chill and sought warmth by nestling into Blaze’s embrace, half asleep.

Moments later, Blaze lowered his head and lightly kissed her forehead, “You promised me not to break your word,” he murmured softly. In the quiet of the night, his voice was barely audible to anyone but himself.

…

Dawn broke, a ray of light fell on the peaceful mountaintop.

Under a large tree, Harper slept peacefully in a comfortable spot. She felt a wet, sticky sensation on her fingertips and withdrew her hand. Soon after, a warm, velvety feeling enveloped her fingertips, as if a kitten was licking them.

Harper groggily opened her eyes to see Blaze’s handsome face, his sensual lips wrapped around her finger.

Startled, Harper immediately sat up.

“Morning,” Blaze leaned in, kissing her cheek. His lips felt exceptionally warm in the cool morning air.

Harper touched her lips, which now carried Blaze’s scent.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

A chilly breeze blew, causing Harper to shiver. She looked around for her jacket, but Blaze pulled her back into his arms. “Where are you going?” he asked.

“To find my jacket, it’s so cold,” Harper struggled to get up, “It’s already daylight, let’s go back.”

“What’s the rush?” Blaze pulled her back into his embrace, gazing down at her face. His long fingers brushed through her hair, adjusting her pink crystal hairband with a smile. “I didn’t get a good look at you last night. So you dressed up like this on purpose.”

“It’s not my doing,” Harper hastily took off the hairband.

“Why take it off? It looks good on you,” Blaze took the hairband from her hand and put it back on her head.

Harper blushed.

The next moment, he teasingly lifted her chin, “Seeing you like this… I don’t like lolita, but the one you’re dressed as, I do!”

Harper was speechless, struggling even more, but Blaze lowered his head and captured her soft lips…

“Mmm… We really should go back,” Harper mumbled.

“Going back now would be a waste after you dressed up like this,” Blaze said, playfully tugging at her tie.

“This outfit wasn’t my choice,” Harper sighed.

“Is that so? Well, it doesn’t matter. Since you’re here dressed like this, I might as well make the most of it,” Blaze smirked.

“You-”

“What about me?” Blaze interrupted.

“You can’t do this, we can’t do this,” Harper protested.

Blaze chuckled at her words, then leaned in to nibble on her soft cheek. His voice husky and seductive, “Why can’t I do this? I’ll do whatever I want.”

“Aren’t we here to remember your brother? This isn’t appropriate,” Harper desperately searched for an excuse.

At her words, Blaze’s gaze dimmed. After a moment, he sneered, “What’s inappropriate about it? The shooting stars have all fallen, that was last night. It’s all in the past now.”

“Besides, with you by my side, it’s the perfect opportunity to erase those memories,” Blaze said, lowering his head to kiss her lips again.

“Mmm… Eh…” Harper tried to resist, but Blaze forcefully pushed her down onto the ground.

There was a suit jacket spread out beneath her, but her arms still brushed against the weeds.

Blaze approached her slowly, his warm breath washing over her face. In the most seductive tone, he whispered in her ear, “Now, come and help me erase those memories.”

His kiss was extremely aggressive, while his strong hand snaked into her shirt and cupped her breast causing her nipples to harden intentionally as she was thrilled to the core due to his touch.

He trailed down kisses from her lips, down to her neck. She moaned and grasped his head and began to caress his hair while he nibbled on her neck. She released his hair, breathing deeply as he pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her naked chest.

Just after he had taken off her shirt, he grasped her left breast, lifting it up as he mounted her hard nipple. He sucked her nipple hard while his other hand fondled her right breast.

“Ahh…”. She gasped out as his wet tongue flicked her nipples. He began stroking her right nippple between his thumb while he suckled on her other nipple.

He took off her skirt and padded it, along with the shirt, under her ass. Then he used his knee to force her thighs wider apart so both of his legs could be between hers. He grasped her both wrist and lifted her hand above her head before he pinned it against the grass at ease so she wouldn’t move when he penetrate into her. He slid his mouth to her ear and whispered coarsely, “I’m fucking gonna fuck you”. His massive hand squeezed her breast as he whispered into her ear.

He then held his cock and lined the head of his cock perfectly towards her opening. With a smirk as he added more pressure while his cock squeezed against her entrance, and she curled her toe while groaning, “Ah…”

“Fuckkk…”. He growled as his hand went to her leg and parted them wider for him, She was so tight that it made him uneasy to thrust in at ease. He inched backwards, pulling his cock from her cunt until the head of his cock remained inside her, he then stared down at her and said, “This might hurt a little, little girl.”. He said and before she could respond, he slammed back in and shoved his full length deep into her. He tilted his head back and moaned in pleasure, feeling her walls stretched to accommodate his full size as he plundered deeply.

A sharp cry escaped Harper’s lips. She grabbed the weeds next to her while tears rolled down, “Ah… Blaze, you fucking bastard!”.

“You are so fucking tight”. Blaze groaned and brought her legs up to his chest to draw himself closer as he slowly began to increase his speed and she started to feel heat rising in her at once.

“Ahhh fuck”. He moaned as he began to ram into her with full speed. Her thighs slipped further open and rested on both sides of his shoulder as the pains slowly began to fade away while pleasure consumed her whole body.

“Are you feeling me ?”. He asked, hearing her small whimper turning into a throaty moan. ..

…

Harper ended up playing a wild adult game against her will. She felt super embarrassed, the hickeys on her neck couldn’t be hidden.

On the way back, she stared at Dylan with resentment the whole time. Dylan was quite puzzled, not understanding what he had done wrong.

As soon as they arrived at Sky Harbor, Harper got out of the car without looking back.

Dylan opened the car door for Blaze and couldn’t help but ask, “Master, did I do something wrong?”

“You did great. That uniform, I’m very satisfied, extremely satisfied.”

“But Miss Shaw seems pretty unhappy with me,” Dylan said, puzzled.

Blaze shot Dylan a look, “She’s into school uniforms. Get a few more ready, preferably from schools all around the world.”

“Uh? okay”…

Harper marched into Building A.

Coming down from the mountaintop, she was planning to ditch the school uniform. But Blaze wouldn’t allow it, so she had to cover up with her jacket.

She hurried inside.

Suddenly, a slender figure emerged from the front corner.