Obsessed to Hate Him Chapter 22: Intruders

KIAN

I wanted to see Lain’s dick though I figured it would be pretty small regarding Lain’s small build. But I refrained myself from doing so. Lain was already giving looks and telling not to look.

No one ever told that I was a saint. But no one actually ever told that I was a pervert. And I don’t want Lain to be the first one calling that. I have already heard worse nas coming from him. Though he didn’t spell them out for , his eyes and face spoke for it and I am not dense to not decipher how Lain envisions . Not that I care.

"I still don’t understand why we are sneaking in." Lain is annoyed. Yep, once again. It is so easy to annoy him.

"The lord of this house still has enough influence over the military parliant that my father doesn’t want to piss him off and drag out so unnecessary shits," I reply simply, "So my father didn’t give the permission to carry on the mission and this is the reason we are sneaking in. As the supre ruler of the Kingdom, I have to be mindful of how my present activities manipulate my future." Translation: I am risking it for you.

And I don’t even know why.

Lain doesn’t fuss about it any longer as if he understands where I am standing right now. And this is pretty..forting which is odd because I expect everything from this man but comforting .

We are climbing up—for the fifth ti—the water pipe connected to the concrete building. Lights are filtering out of the countless windows of the house. This house isn’t located in Oblivarae. The house is situated at the outer streaks of the mainlands of the capital of Oblivara. It took eight hours of straight horse riding for us to get here.

The fifth attempt fails again, and Lain drops over , dragging us down once again. I use my gravity and we land smoothly on the rock ground for the fifth ti.

"Give up already," I say, exasperated as Lain attempts to climb up again, "This is futile. You can’t climb up the water pipe with your one hand bound to . Let lift us up there." I tell him for the fifth ti.

"No. I want to do this on my own." And Lain refuses for the fifth ti as he sprints to climb up the pipe anyway.

Why must he have to be so stubborn and difficult?

I blow out an exhausted breath and tug at the handcuff with just enough force to yank him down. Lain lets out a yelp as I catch him in my arms.

"Hello there." I offer him my get-under-your-skin smile. I then lift us off the ground. It takes us a mare mont before my foot touches the tiled floor of the terrace of the house and then I set Lain down. "You just wasted our ti because of your stubbornness."

Laim huffs as he takes a step away from until the handcuff tugs at our wrists. "Can’t you just take this damn thing off us already? This is so fucking annoying."

It certainly is and it is not like I am enjoying it myself too much. I am not enjoying it too much. But I am enjoying it very much. I once said I won’t let this man piss in peace. I am keeping my word, and it is so fucking fun to see Lain suffer.

I made him take a shower with —of course, with a blindfold anyway—which infuriated the shit out of him, and you should have seen it because it was the most hilarious thing I have ever seen, and I laughed over it for hours.

"I am not risking you running away again," I say simply as I peel a tile away from the roof and dig a hole through the concrete floor beneath with a sharp and hard knife.

Lain kneels beside as he concentrates on the movent of my knife, the lines of his smooth pale face bulging with annoyance, "And when do you plan to unlock the handcuff?"

Never.

"So day apparently," I answer nonchalantly as I at last succeed in digging the concrete floor and squint to see through it.

There is a lavish living room in the space beneath, and with no sound spotting, the floor is seemingly empty. Taking the stairs is way too risky with Lain tied to like this. We won’t manage to hide or handle the guard or maid or the family mber or sobody spot us and scream and alert the entire house.

No, thank you.

A vein bulges on Lain’s temple at my words, "What do you an, ’one day apparently’?" He follows across the terrace.

"I ant what I ant." I don’t even look up at him as I tie the rope with the railing and then wrap my arms around Lain’s waist. I revel in how easily my one arm can encircle his small waist and he fits in so effortlessly.

I jump off and Lain keeps on blabbering on whatever because I have already turned him off. He is vibrating with anger and hatred.

I have chosen this window to slip through because I saw it was open and so I slide in easily, stepping into the crimson-wrapped luxurious living room. I lower the blabbering Lain to the ground and retrieve the black rope.

"Lain." I look at him at last.

"What?" He deadpans.

"If you don’t shut your mouth, I will kiss you." I look him in the eyes with intensity.

I am making it up of course. I am not into kissing pretty guys.

Lain blinks. But his confusion morphs into tomato-redness soon enough. He flushes almost making chuckle.

"Oops, did I walk into a two-guy romance hour sohow?" A tall, skinny man stands by the door, eyeing us warily and disgusted. He is on high alert.

My eyes instantly sharpen.

Andreas Norlen.