Chapter 8 Nervous!

Darian Right shook his head. "I won't make you faint. Relax, I just want to cleanse your beautiful body, Ilyana." His eyes looked at her with charisma. His magnetism always managed to draw Ilyana's gaze.

Ilyana fell silent, hypnotized once again by that gaze.

On one hand, Ilyana desperately wanted to break free from Darian Right. She wanted to go out and live a normal life like everyone else.

But on the other hand, as she looked into those eyes, those lonely blue eyes, something inside her wanted to stay... and accompany him.

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Ilyana's bare body, now devoid of a single thread, appeared as smooth as porcelain. However, there were numerous marks and signs of their recent lovemaking. Her skin was partly wet from the bathwater. The ends of her hair that touched the water appeared damp, while the top remained dry. She sat there silently, curling up with her back to Darian Right. She sat between his tall, muscular legs with his blue-eyed gaze. His legs were strong and bent at the sides of Ilyana's body, imprisoning the delicate woman so she couldn't move. Darian controlled Ilyana, and her knees protruded beneath the water, with the arches of her feet submerged beneath the soft white foam bubbles. They were both in the same bathtub, covered by warm water as a blanket for their naked bodies.

Darian Right began to pour water from his palms onto Ilyana's shoulders repeatedly until her back and shoulders were wet, slick, and shiny from the soapy water. After he felt it was enough, he began to gently rub Ilyana's back, like bathing a baby. The sound of the splashes from Mr. Right's hand squeezing the sponge echoed in his spacious private bathroom. The room was so quiet and peaceful. The sound of Ilyana's occasional body movements touching the water could even be heard clearly.

"You're so tired, but you still offer your body to me... why, Ilyana?" Mr. Right asked flatly, as usual.

"I belong to you. It's my duty to serve. Earlier, you said I had to stay here with you all night. I'm just following your orders. I don't want to defy the person who owns me," Ilyana replied softly, with a feminine and gentle tone to her voice. She continued to try not to appear suspicious. Ilyana tried to enjoy her current situation. She could get through this again. She just needed to relax a little. Use this warm water. Use her breathing. Use whatever she had.

Darian Right chuckled and slightly raised the corners of his lips upon hearing Ilyana's words. It was the maximum smile that could be seen on his handsome face. Unfortunately, Ilyana missed it as she was facing away from Mr. Right.

"You're very different from the others, Ilyana. I'm starting to like you more," Darian Right said again while continuing to run the sponge around the lush breasts of Ilyana.

"I'm glad to hear that. At least I can help you rest well."

"Hmmm...." Darian leaned his body forward. He held Ilyana's slender waist. His entire front body pressed against Ilyana's back. Clearly, Ilyana could feel the waves of his muscular physique. Darian leaned his face closer to Ilyana's ear. "Today, I didn't leave a single mark on you. Your body is clean like a blank canvas."

"You can leave them if you want," Ilyana replied.

"Yes, I'll leave them after this, if you can still tolerate me."

"I can still handle it. Don't worry about me. Do whatever you want," Ilyana replied, obeying Darian Right's wishes. She continued to follow Darian Right's desires.

Ilyana studied the mysterious patterns and character hidden within the cold-faced man. She made Darian Right increasingly interested in her with each passing day. In doing so, she would become someone he trusted, gaining access to the forbidden areas of his home, including Darian Right's personal spaces. Even now, she could already freely command some of Darian's henchmen for her own purposes. She had planned all of this to make Darian Right fall completely in love with her, to the point where he would have no suspicion of Ilyana. Ilyana also did this to control Darian Right's often explosive emotions and impulsive decision-making, which disregarded the suffering of others. Darian Right seemed born to be ruthless and merciless. Although sometimes his face frowned and his gaze appeared painful, he was never tolerant of his firm actions.

Darian hugged Ilyana tightly from behind. "Hmmm... Ilyana, you're truly intoxicating. I've never regretted making you mine."

Ilyana smiled.

"Tonight, accompany me in my sleep. Stay by my side until I wake up naturally. You can't leave and go like earlier. I don't want to waste my energy searching for you."

"Okay, Darian. I'll stay by your side."

"Oh, and about your stomachache, tomorrow I'll contact Doctor Madison to check on you. You know, right? I don't want my women to get sick."

GULP!

"Y-you don't need to go through all that trouble. It's just a common stomachache. Nothing serious."

"I'll ask her to check on all of you as well. Why do you sound so nervous, Ilyana? Have you done something wrong?"

THUD!

Ilyana hadn't expected herself to answer so quickly, causing her voice to stutter. Ilyana often felt fear when facing Doctor Madison. She couldn't be persuaded to cooperate. She was Darian Right's trusted personal physician, paid a rate well above average. She worked with extreme professionalism and precision. No one could fake illness to escape from Mr. Right's desires. Madison would not hesitate to report it, and, of course, women who lied would face severe consequences.

Darian Right would never harm anyone, unless he had to. And when he acted, there was no way out of that hell. Madison would take care of the rest, treating and ensuring Darian Right's women returned to health. Madison also controlled the contraceptives used by Darian Right's women. She provided all the best and most reliable services for Mr. Right.

"Ilyana? You're not answering. Are you feeling sick again?"

TO BE CONTINUED