Belongs To Mr. Darian Right

A girl with wet hair and a dirty dress at the bottom was crying, her head bowed. Her curly black hair was clumped together, with water dripping from its tips. The heavy rain outside the house seemed to be the main culprit. The marble floor where the girl stood was also wet and dirty from the dirt brought in by her bare feet. Her trembling hands were tightly held by two other men.

Her shoulders hunched forward and continued to tremble, a mixture of shivering from the cold and fear, both physical and psychological, causing her body to shake incessantly. She didn't lift her face to the man with blue eyes who was now looking at her with a sharp and angry gaze. Behind him, there were four other women. Some looked at her with pity, some just glanced and curled their lips, some stared blankly, and one of them looked at her with sympathy.

"I've told you repeatedly, never try to escape from here, or you will suffer," the man with blue eyes said with a dominating voice. His voice sounded heavy, and the girl appeared even more frightened.

"Hehh heh he." The girl's breath was ragged. It was a mix of exhaustion from running, fear, and the sadness she felt. "I-I want my mom. I want to go home... please, let me go home." The girl pleaded again with a hoarse voice while crying.

"Go home, you say? Tch!" The man clicked his tongue and took a few steps forward. His piercing gaze made the girl bow her head further. "Lift your face!" he said firmly, but in a low volume.

The girl didn't listen. She was too scared and too determined to resist.

"I said, lift your face!" the man repeated with a flat tone.

The girl remained silent and cried. She completely ignored the words of the well-dressed, muscular man in front of her.

His patience wore thin. The athletic, elegantly dressed man stepped forward and grabbed the girl's jaw quite forcefully. The girl blinked and recoiled, but the two men restraining her held on even tighter. Their strength easily overpowered any feeble resistance from the girl.

"Ugh... Eeehh..." the girl whimpered in pain as the man with blue eyes pressed his fingers firmly on the sides of her lower jaw. He lifted her face up. His sharp gaze pierced through her perfect, upturned nose. He stared with a cold and stern charm.

"When I tell you to lift your face, you better lift it. And listen to me carefully. I never want to hurt you as long as you obey! And I don't like hurting my women like this." He said authoritatively as he stared at the girl with cold eyes.

"Eegghhhh..." The girl whimpered again as her jaw was squeezed even tighter.

"Are you listening?" he asked with a sigh of emphasis. "Re... Reply...me... Are you listening?" His voice echoed, full of emphasis, piercing her ears.

The girl reluctantly nodded.

The man didn't smile despite the girl obeyed. His gaze still looked cold. He released his grip on her. Then he gently stroked the Darians left on her face. "Now, change your clothes, eat, and rest. I don't want you to get sick. I don't want you to suffer."

"Heeehhhh..." The girl just sighed and trembled, her eyes filled with fear.

"Ilyana!" the man with blue eyes called to one of the women standing behind him. The one who had looked at the girl with sympathy.

"Yes, Mr. Right?" she replied politely.

"You take care of her! I don't want an incident like this to happen again. My mood is bad right now. After she calms down, you come to my room!"

"Yes, Mr. Right," she replied, bowing respectfully.

"Hmm..." The man took a few steps back, then put his hands into the pockets of his long black pants. He lifted his face, his jaw sharp and defined. He looked towards the two men holding the girl's arm.

"Release her," he said flatly.

The two men immediately let go of the girl's arms. Then they stepped back and bowed. Mr. Right, as he was called, pointed to the exit with his chin, and the two men promptly understood and left.

He shifted his sharp gaze towards the other three women. "What are you all looking at? Go back to your rooms!" he said firmly.

The other two women lowered their heads and quickly left, obediently. Meanwhile, the glamorous-looking woman with sharp makeup and bold red lipstick gazed at him seductively. "Do I need to improve your mood, Mr. Right?" she asked, then winked.

Mr. Right just stared at her expressionlessly. It took no more than five seconds, and the woman immediately lowered her gaze. She knew it wasn't the time to play around. Without further instruction, she retreated, bowed, and returned to her room.

But before completely leaving, she stopped and asked Mr. Darian Right when there was no one. "Darian, did you bring in a new girl again? At least let me talk to her first. Don't blame her; she's just scared," Ilyana said softly.

Mr. Right looked sharply at Ilyana. Ilyana also lowered her head.

"Take care of her, and then you come to my room. I won't say it three times," Mr. Right said again with a flat voice and a serious demeanor.

"Alright, Mr. Right," Ilyana replied formally.

Mr. Right walked away with his slow, deliberate steps, leaving the rest to Ilyana.

He departed calmly, and even his black dress shoes echoed in the large house.

Ilyana was now embracing the girl, gently stroking her and trying to comfort her.

"What's your name?" Ilyana asked gently to the girl in her embrace.

"I want to go home... Please... let me go home."

Ilyana looked at her with sympathy again. "We'll go home later, as long as you obey. There's no way out of here unless you obey. I will help you. Don't worry..."

Ilyana's words were so gentle and soothing that they calmed the trembling girl. She gazed back with teary eyes. "My name is Stella."

Ilyana smiled warmly. "Alright, Stella. I'm Ilyana, nice to meet you."

Stella managed a small smile on her lips. She felt a bit safer being close to Ilyana.

"Now, come with me, okay? Let's dry your hair first. After that, you can eat and rest. I'll be with you. Don't be afraid. Okay? Mr. Right won't be angry if we obey."

Stella nodded faintly, biting her lip.

Ilyana smiled and led Stella to her room.

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DUTY

A luxurious room with a spacious bed and large wardrobes could be seen there. Everything was dominated by soft peach tones, and harmonious complementary colors. The walls of the room were adorned with small, glowing yellow lights. It looked incredibly beautiful and comfortable.

"Is this your room, Ilyana?" Stella asked softly.

"Hmm... Do you like it?"

Stella smiled. "The lights... they're beautiful," Stella whispered.

Ilyana smiled back warmly. "You can sleep here for now. They will also arrange your room. You can choose the paint color and decorations as you like. Mr. Right always fulfills whatever you want."

Stella looked downhearted.

Ilyana approached and placed a white towel on Stella's head, gently patting it dry. "Your hair is quite wet like this. It must be raining heavily outside."

Stella didn't respond, just bowed her head.

"This..." Ilyana handed Stella a warm and comfortable-looking sleepwear. "You can use the bathroom over there. Rinse your body with warm water, put this on, and we'll dry your hair with a hairdryer. Using a towel would take too long. Your hair is like a sponge, it holds a lot of water. Hehe..." Ilyana chuckled softly, trying to ease Stella's mind.

Stella smiled faintly and followed Ilyana's instructions, washing herself and changing her clothes.

By the time Stella emerged, Ilyana had changed into a simple dress that looked very charming on her.

"Are you done?" Ilyana asked.

Stella nodded slowly.

Ilyana smiled and directed Stella to sit at her dressing table. Stella complied and saw her reflection in the mirror. A plain girl with a small nose and lips. She looked very beautiful with the lights highlighting her face from the makeup mirror. Ilyana powered on the hairdryer, lit it, and began helping Stella dry her hair.

"How is it? Warm, isn't it?" Ilyana asked while smiling. She treated Stella with utmost gentleness.

"Hmmm..." Stella murmured, feeling the warmth of the air from the hairdryer touching and fluttering her curly hair.

"Your hair is lovely. I like it. You're very beautiful too, Stella," Ilyana praised as she continued to move Stella's hair with the hairdryer in her hand.

***

"Well... all done!" Ilyana turned off the hair dryer and picked up a brush-shaped comb from her dressing table. She slowly combed Stella's hair. "Hmm... very beautiful. Oh, wait here for a moment, okay?" Ilyana requested.

Stella nodded gently and once again gazed at her reflection in the mirror.

Ilyana returned with a small table-shaped tray, containing food on top of it.

"The servants have brought your meal. Hmm... it looks delicious, Stella."

Stella glanced in Ilyana's direction. There were several dishes on the tray, including bread and cream soup, a plate of salmon fillet with mashed potatoes and broccoli.

"Where would you like to eat?" Ilyana asked. "You can eat in bed if you'd prefer," she added.

Stella looked towards Ilyana and pointed to the empty table with a chair in front of it.

"Oh, you want to sit there? Alright... come on," Ilyana invited again.

Stella stood up and followed behind Ilyana. Ilyana placed the tray and arranged the food on it. Stella sat down in the chair, while Ilyana sat on the edge of the bed, not too far away.

"Eat up and finish it while it's still warm," Ilyana encouraged.

Stella smiled and began to eat her meal. Ilyana kept her company to ensure she didn't feel alone. After finishing the meal, fatigue overcame Stella's body. Her full stomach made her very sleepy. Ilyana covered the young girl with a thick blanket, making her comfortable so she wouldn't wake up too soon. After everything was in order, Ilyana left and locked the room. She left a small note on the table, just in case Stella woke up and looked for her. She wrote a message...

NOTES:

Hi Stella,

Sorry, I locked the door to your room.

You must know my reason, right?

And I know you wouldn't want to get me into trouble.

I'll be back shortly.

You can turn on the TV, watch movies, and play games there.

Do as you please. Consider the room yours.

XOXO (Hugs n Kisses)

Ilyana

***

Ilyana knocked on a door in another part of the luxurious house. A door that appeared to be the most exclusive among the others. Just looking at it indicated its status in that place, "Owner."

Ilyana knocked three times.

"Mr. Right. It's me... Ilyana."

"Come in," came the reply from inside.

Ilyana opened the door and entered. The room appeared dark, illuminated only by dim bedside lamps on the walls. It seemed Mr. Right intentionally turned off the main light, creating this atmosphere. The room was large, even twice the size of her own room. There was a round bed with a large diameter, perhaps big enough for six people to sleep on. The sheets were red, while the sides and the bed's backrest were elegantly black.

Mr. Right was seated on the couch in his room, holding a glass of champagne with a few ice cubes in it. He made circular motions, causing the ice cubes to collide with each other and the glass walls, producing a resonant "cling, cling, cling" sound that echoed in the spacious room.

Mr. Right leaned back comfortably, legs crossed and his ankle visible as his long pants were raised due to his pose. His smooth white cotton shirt was partially open, revealing some of his chest muscles. The sleeves were rolled up to below his elbows. His hair was neatly combed to the side and back. He had an athletic but not overly muscular physique, tall and slender. A body that was perfectly proportioned for a man. Any woman who looked at him from a distance would be captivated by his cold and highly charismatic appearance. Especially if they approached and gazed into his blue eyes. They might be spellbound. Intimidated yet also desiring.

"Come here, Ilyana," he said flatly, patting his thigh.

Ilyana understood the gesture Mr. Right displayed. She walked over and sat on his lap. Even though they had been together for a year, Ilyana's heart still pounded fast whenever Mr. Right called her into his room.

Ilyana took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She took the glass from Mr. Right's hand, offered a sweet smile, and placed it on the nightstand. Ilyana settled back into Mr. Right's lap, draping her arm behind his neck. Slowly, Mr. Right embraced Ilyana from behind, resting his head on her chest.

"Hmm... I'm so tired today," Mr. Right said, closing his eyes briefly.

Ilyana tried to breathe calmly and gently stroked Mr. Right's back and shoulders. The soft fabric of his shirt made her feel comfortable. Before long, Mr. Right moved his face, tilting it to rest his nose on the curve of Ilyana's neck. He inhaled deeply, taking in Ilyana's scent. A shiver ran down Ilyana's entire body at that moment. Goosebumps appeared, and her body felt tense, responding to the stimulation from his deep breath.

"Hmmm... I always love your scent, Ilyana. It's so soothing," Mr. Right murmured, still with his eyes closed.

Ilyana smiled and slid her fingers, caressing from the nape to the back of Mr. Right's head. The gaps between her fingers were now filled with his almost black dark brown hair.

Again, Mr. Right sniffed, feeling Ilyana's touch on his head. He pulled his face away and nestled his cheek comfortably against Ilyana's chest.

"Have you taken care of her? How is she doing?" Mr. Right asked with his eyes closed, leaning comfortably against Ilyana's chest.

"She's fine. She's asleep now," Ilyana replied softly.

"Hmm... that's good. I lost a territory because of her."

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"They sold her to Ronan. You know how Ronan treats women. A naive girl like her wouldn't be able to survive."

Ilyana nodded in understanding. "So, did you save her?"

"Hmm..." Mr. Right responded with a murmur. "As for that territory, I can reclaim it in an instant. Right now, I'm just very tired."

Ilyana moved her hand and stroked Mr. Right's back. A comfortable sigh escaped Mr. Right's mouth.

"Do you want me to serve you now?" Ilyana asked.

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"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."

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