Hellish Obsession

Chapter 1

Warning: This novel is r-rated. For some readers, some parts can be uncomfortable.

"Yes... yes, just like that."

"Ah... ah... harder."

"Oh yeah... fill me in."

The loud moans echoed in the small room, probably in the entire floor whilst the girl in her adolescence placed her hands on the couch and shook it for no reason, bouncing and making the sound of a quake.

"It's my first time. But don't you think I am so damn good at it already?" She whispered a query to the doll beside her on the couch when the door was knocked from outside and footsteps were heard.

"Princess Aveline, please open the door." A malicious, masculine voice roared and it bought a satisfying smile across Crystal's lips as she grabbed the glass of water from the table and thrust her fingers inside it. After drenching them, she sprinkled the water on her eyes, face, and neck.

"Open the f*****g door, Crystal. Otherwise, I swear, I will break it." The voice continued.

Ignoring the threats, she walked to the mirror in the corner that reflected her fair complexion with the pair of green grassy eyes framed by long gorgeous lashes, smooth pinkish cheeks and flawlessly sculpted lips. She undone a few buttons of her blue shirt and sneered at her face that looked sweaty now because of the water droplets.

"Okay. I will count till three." When the voice intensified and the knocking arose, she turned the lights off of the room.

"Three." Ave smiled and walked closer to the door.

"Two." She swiftly pulled the belt out of her jeans, throwing it on the floor.

"One." She unlocked the door and held the doorknob.

Click!

Ave opened the door, and the colour of her eyes swirled into altering vague with darkness. But keeping her intentions vague, she gaped at the man before her in a blue zip-up jacket. "Wow! Mr Drake Nelson, the great Prime Minister, is in a club? Why? I thought you rejected our invitation?" She asked in a husky voice, pretending to wipe away the messed-up lipstick on her lips.

"What if I ask why the great Princess of Qidan is in the darkroom of the club? It's your best friend's party. You are supposed to have fun with your friends." Snorted Drake, his voice mixing with the music, murmuring along with the instruments. Ave could tell his blood was already raging in anger. "Who is the guy?" He asked, this time in the calmest voice that portrayed his rising frustration.

"None of your business." Ave replied, and a soft sneer flashed across her face as she blocked the way so he couldn't see the interior.

Drake's ocean blue eyes squinted and darkened at the same time. "Is he serious?" He sounded nervous.

Ave pressed her lips and nodded. "He is serious enough." Lies after lies. Though she hated it the most, she couldn’t deny the fact that it actually pleased her to see Drake disturbed, reasoning her.

"How do you know that he really is?" He asked, his brows furrowing in doubt.

"Because the way he looks at me when he thinks I am not looking, is the way I used to look at you..." She smiled in sarcasm but her voice faked her broken heart. It would be a lie if she says it doesn't hurt anymore. "But the matter of fact, why do you ask? I thought you don't care about me despite the relationship between us? Wait, no. It's not a relationship. It's more like using me when you already love someone else."

Not bothering her corny words, Drake stared into her eyes, now sparkling with warm tears. "I don't care about you. I care about my reputation, and that extends to you, my would-be fiancée. But…” He paused and squinted his eyes. "You are pretending, aren't you?"

Ave clenched her jaw, puzzled. "Pretending what?"

An evil smirk spread across his handsome face as he grabbed her hand, pushed her aside, and entered the room. Before Ave could even react, he turned the lights on and witnessed no one else in the room except her and the doll on the couch, which caused his eyes to widen in disbelief. "Really, Ave? You were orgasming for the doll?" He let out a fluffy laugh.

With a dangerous glare on her slightly reddened face, she heaved a deep sigh in embarrassment and walked to him. "Get lost." She said in her most threatening voice.

His hand reached out her cheek, cupping her face. "No matter what I do, you can't cheat on me, sweetheart. I know that. You are so..." As he kept talking nonsense, glueing on his place, Aveline jerked his hand away, grabbed his collar and pushed him out of the room.

"I know you still love me," Drake shouted from outside, so confident.

"You little lunatic, I told you to get lost." She shouted before she closed the door on his face and found her way back to the couch. Hopping on it, she buried her face into her palms and closed her eyes. "I am so pathetic."