Chapter 3 Say my full name, Ilyana!

"Or are you tired?"

"Just like this for now."

"Alright." Ilyana exhaled again. "Do you want to lie down, so I can massage your head?" Ilyana offered without being asked. She always knew how to take the initiative to please Mr. Right.

Mr. Right immediately released his embrace. He stared at Ilyana for a long moment. Ilyana's body shivered instantly, stripped by that hazy gaze. She knew this was the time to carry out her duty.

"You truly are my favorite girl," he said before advancing his face and kissing Ilyana deeply. Ilyana blinked in surprise for a moment. However, the kiss from his lips was so gentle and arousing. Ilyana closed her eyes and instinctively wrapped her arms around Mr. Right's neck. She returned his kiss softly. Her heart pounded, her body felt hot, and she continued to shiver. She also knew this would lead to more... and all of this was indeed her duty.

Mr. Right then wrapped his left arm around the middle of Ilyana's back, while his other hand slipped behind Ilyana's knee. With one swift motion, he lifted Ilyana's body without releasing his passionate kiss. He continued to kiss her even more deeply.

His arm and abdominal muscles strained as he lifted Ilyana's weight. Ilyana could feel her hand occasionally caressing Mr. Right's arm. The man had an oriental fragrance, warm with musk and amber. It smelled so masculine and sensual. An aroma that Ilyana unconsciously enjoyed as she sank into Mr. Right's embrace again.

Gently, Mr. Right laid Ilyana on his large bed, which felt incredibly soft with silk sheets and plush goose feather pillows.

He released their kiss and shifted his position above Ilyana. He didn't crush her; his hands supported her curvaceous body. He gazed at Ilyana with his burning blue eyes. So, hypnotic that it made it hard for Ilyana to breathe. No matter how hard she tried not to be swept away by his charm, she still lost to the dominating aura of the man.

They locked eyes... Mr. Right's blink caused Ilyana's world to shift momentarily.

Mr. Right never smiled. His face always appeared flat but filled with magnetic effect. Slowly, he caressed Ilyana's forehead, stroking her smooth and tender face. His hand turned, and he now touched Ilyana with the back of his hand.

Ilyana closed her eyes, enjoying his touch. His hand continued down, touching her neck. Mr. Right then began unbuttoning the top of Ilyana's dress.

Ilyana continued to gaze into those blue eyes... and... Ilyana was always drawn into them, like the sky, with all its majesty. Hypnotic and conquering. Ilyana could only blink slowly. Lost in the touch of that cold man.

When all the buttons on Ilyana's top came undone, he pushed his face closer to Ilyana's ear and whispered with a command. Firm! But also filled with a passionate sigh. He pressed against Ilyana's body even more.

"Tell me, Ilyana, to whom do you belong?" he whispered so close to Ilyana's ear.

"Mr. Right," Ilyana whispered.

"Once more. Say my full name, Ilyana," he asked.

"Darian... Right...," Ilyana said with a suppressed voice. "I belong to Darian Right."

"Hmmmm...." Darian sighed in a voice that sounded so sensual. His breath occasionally caught and escaped. "I like it when you call my name, Ilyana." He spoke right next to Ilyana's cheek. "Tell me what I can do to what is already mine."

Ilyana closed her eyes. It had been two weeks since she had been touched by Darian Right. But this dialogue would always be there. It made her helpless. It seemed to claim and remind her again, that once she was in this large bed, her body was no longer hers. Everything belonged to Mr. Right.

"Ilyana?" Darian called again, seeking Ilyana's response. His voice was hoarse and husky. He was yearning for the woman lying half-naked in front of him.

"What can I do to what is mine, Ilyana?" he asked again. And let's not have Darian repeat it for the third time. Ilyana understood that.

Ilyana took a deep breath. She prepared to surrender herself again into Mr. Right's embrace. "Anything... you can... do anything to what is yours."

Darian Right winked slowly. He gazed at Ilyana with a dazed look and her chest rising and falling as her breathing became irregular. Darian looked into those beautiful hazel eyes with authority. "Mine!" he exclaimed, then lowered his body to envelop Ilyana. He started kissing Ilyana's neck and playing his cold lips around the curve of her neck. Sniffing Ilyana with long breaths.

Ilyana's shoulders curved, restraining the tingling sensation that had taken over every inch of her body. Triggered by the sensuous caresses. Today, Darian Right seemed more active than usual.

Darian moved his cold, champagne-scented lips around Ilyana's collarbone. Making Ilyana shiver and squirm even more. Darian descended further, then kissed every inch of Ilyana's body. He rubbed with his muscular palms from her shoulders down to her fingertips, in sync with his kisses that had now descended to Ilyana's stomach. Darian Right squeezed Ilyana's hand possessively.

He briefly looked up, still gazing at Ilyana with a look of ownership. He quickly unbuttoned his white cotton shirt. Ilyana blushed as she saw the beautiful body revealed from chest to abdomen. Despite the scars there, it didn't diminish his beauty. Instead, it was a mark that he was Mr. Right. Darian quickly pulled off his shirt from behind, his chest muscles protruding and displaying their magnificence. One strand of hair fell to his forehead due to the activity, his head slightly bowed, until all of his shirt came off.

Ilyana averted her gaze when his face rose again to look at her.

"Come here, Ilyana."

Ilyana nodded. She knew her duty. Darian sat down in a Japanese kimono-like position. Ilyana began to unzip those black pants. Darian continued to gaze at Ilyana's serious face while tilting his head.

Suddenly...

Knock, knock, knock.

Ilyana's activity came to a halt. Darian Right let out a long sigh and a deep breath. He was genuinely annoyed right now. His expression turned stern.

"Perhaps something important," Ilyana said softly.

Darian opened his eyes, his eyelids partially covering a small portion of his blue irises. Melancholic yet sharp. He waited for the intruder to speak.

"Mr. Right. I'm sorry to disturb you. Mr. Archer wants to see you. He says this matter is very urgent!"

Ilyana's eyes lit up upon hearing that name. Mr. Right noticed the subtle change in Ilyana's expression. He furrowed his brow, staring at Ilyana. Ilyana immediately lowered her gaze.

"Yes! I'll be right out!" Darian Right said firmly without taking his eyes off Ilyana.

He lifted Ilyana's chin until her face was raised. Darian leaned in and quickly kissed Ilyana's sweet and soft lips.

"This is not over. Wait for me here."

TO BE CONTINUED