DIRTY DESIRES

"You're mine, Sumire," he said softly to her ears as he rubs his pointed nose to her rosy cheek down to her delectable neck.

Mort pulled her into his secret lair, a dark room full of tenebrism art of crimes and murders, blades, weapons, guns, and bullets. He lays her into the bed of roses as he undresses her ruthlessly, tore her undergarment, and places himself on top of her.

"Mine alone, now and forever. Mine, whether you will it or no," he added possessively and kissing her hungrily, his lips mashed against her, biting and sucking her lower lip down to her neck. His eyes glowed in green, hovered, under the dim red light while licking his prey like a hungry panther.

Mort's kisses went to her navel all the way down to her wet tiny hole between her tighs. A wave of warm shivers spread inside her while he licks and sucks her juices, filling his hunger for her.

"You taste heaven yet hell baby, you're killing me..."

"Mm--oorrtt...stop--ughhmm!"

Sumire's hot breathing became ragged. She moaned and groaned while his hands were busy kneading her bust. Mort rips off his black shirt that hugs his broad and masculine chest, he completely undresses himself and gets naked in front of her.

He took out his hard, eager sex, and teased her innocent with it. Mort let it rest against her thigh as he continued to do her and work her.

"No one is going to take you away from me even that bastard brother of mine, moya lyubov," he whispered in a deep, rough, and husky voice.

Mort then pressed himself into her wet depths. Sumire pulled against his grip and sucked in her breath with a faint "ah" as he pressed even deeper.

"I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul."

He traced her tummy that bulge with his forefinger where his 10-inch shaft deeply buried, perfectly fitted inside her. "I'm finally inside you..." Mort flashes a satisfying smile when he felt her come in his first thrust, a mushy, hot, milky white liquid running down between her legs enwrapped his big and thick shaft.

"Put your legs on my shoulder, baby,"

Sumire's nail buried on his flesh, scratching his back. An orb of tears roll down on her right cheek, Mort then leaned, lick her tears off, and kissed her lips, exploring and fighting with her tongue inside again.

"hushh--ughh! Fuck! You're so tight! That's it, that's it, Lyubov Moya," he groaned and began to pound her in a gentle rhythm, his hard sex reaching her weak spot that made Sumire cry in pleasure. "And you mustn't resist your Man, hmmmm?"

Sumire was twisting from one side to the other, her hands tying the soft sheets at her sides into knots, and her whole body grew pink, the nipples of her breasts appeared as hard as if they were tiny stones.

"You're not going to be able to move after I'm finished with you tonight."

Mort utters in a rough voice. Sumire looks defenseless, she's getting weak with his touch. She was wide open all for himself, ready to be eaten. A small bead of sweat started to form all over her body, the room was suffused with a deep red glow coming from the candlelight which illuminated the beautiful art laying lasciviciously and lovely before him.

"Bite me and mark me as yours, Mort."

Mort could not resist the inviting meal in front of him. He leaned, bit, and suck her neck gently leaving more hickeys in there. He licked her nipples with his tongue and bit them playfully, not hurting her. Mort marks his territory all over her body, from neck down to legs. Hickeys were everywhere.

As she struggled to his aggressive and tight grip, Sumire blushed and moaned beneath him. He mounted her, slowly.

Again Sumire arched her back, her mouth let out a guttural gasp as Mort stilled deep within her. Her breasts were bouncing, suffused with red. And as Mort drove his organ into her much harder and deeper, he felt her shudder violently with unwilling pleasure. A wrecking pelvic thrusting made her lost in the wonderland of lust. His rhythm was fast, hard but so fucking perfect. His sex was quivering inside her, and he was tormented with desire.

An awful yet sweet cry was muffled by soft lips over her mouth, Sumire was shuddering violently in his warm embrace but Mort lifted her on top of him and whispered between their intense and hungry kisses as the tip of their noses touched.

"I have a deep desire to know how much your body can take. To let those sensations take control of you. To have you exposed beneath me, bare naked on my bed, pounding you hard and fast. To just make you feel and not resist the pleasure I cast upon you."

6 PM. The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. The last rays of the day shone one last time softly on the city's bustling streets before bidding its bye. The cool monsoon air carried a sweet moist scent like a candy shop kept inside a refrigerator. Huge giant buildings stood beside the streets of the crowd. Flickering lights, white, reds, and blue-a dazing array of colours that fits together perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle.

Crowds of pedestrians walk on their way home, others can be seen walking along the pavements outside the SWAN shop, a high-class shop for adult toys. Kinky shoppers went inside to buy their needs for sexual satisfaction. A slender guy looking like a woman plastered a sweet smile on his face while reaching the purchased items of his customers.

On the other side of the road, monolithic towers stood magnificently and painted structures. Each corner throbbing with activity. Fumes of cigars and cigarettes fill the air in a rush to blend in with the fumes of high-class vehicles. The air felt thick with a scent of hot grease a strong yet intriguing smell. Unfamiliar faces of thugs roaming around.

As the night broke the city. It began to become lively. The kaleidoscope of shimmering lights flickers in the distance as the starry sky sweeps over the city that never sleeps.

A horde of sultry club strippers walking their way to the underground high-class Brothel, the CION brothel. It was a place of pleasure for elites, celebrities, and other high-class figures of the city. The vibrant clothes shine in the evening light and the girls move like enchanting shoals of fish.

A roar of men broke down the Cion brothel when a sultry vixen dress in fitted gold step out from the red curtains and seductively dance in a dirty rhythm in the pole along with the melodious and lustrous music.

But in the lower part of the brothel, dangers lurking in the dark shadows of the foliage. Killings, gamblings, and tortures are prominent in that place. The rustic smell of blood and drugs lingers in the space. In an SVIPs private room with elite assassins, professional killers, a gang of ruffians gathered together, a mysterious man in a black suit wearing a mask, sitting in a black chair in a kingly pose that is only for Boss. His messy midnight hair slightly covers his icy deep-emerald eyes under the mask. His head is rested on his right palm and slightly tilted. Someone from his men tortured a man in front of him ruthlessly. The pitiful man who was tortured to death. He was crawling on the ground bleeding heavily as his left eye was bruised.

"Tell me."

The masked man coldly commands in a deep and menacing tone. Even though the room was filled in dim light, the tortured man who was already bathing in blood could not dare to look at the looking formidable man, as he was feeling he was facing a demon disguised in a human form.

"I-i d-don't know what you want from me. And you haven't asked me what you want to know but you're already beating me to p-pulp. "

The man stammered, gasping for an air to breathe. The Boss sighed and motioned for his men to finish it. After a second, a howl of excruciating pain and misery resounds the lower brothel.

While many unworldly pleasures and slaughtering take place in the underground, an exciting event is happening in KCA Entertainment, the tallest buildings of the city where the biggest talk show will take place. Clamors began to arose from the crowd when a lady come out in a silver car. She was sexily dressed in backless Red cowl v-neck knee length showing her sexy curves, matches with her red lips and a black-golden eyelid. Her long black wavy hair with a tinge of red was cascading down on her back and swaying as she walks down the red carpet with her 6-inch killer gold and black stiletto heels. The alluring woman smiles perfectly on the flashing cameras, revealing her set of white teeth. She is the guest of the night, one of the biggest stars and highest-paid actress in the entertainment industry, Sumire Caste-Massoullève.

The beautiful woman steps down on her luxurious silver limousine car. Numbers of highly trained bodyguards in black suits block professionally the group of people and watch the crowd's movement who wish to approach her place. All eyes were set upon her, adoring the sizzling beauty sashayed down the magnificent sumptuous red carpet.

A diamond formation is formed around her, with one personal protection specialist walking behind, another walking alongside, and the third walking in front. A swarm of professional photographers and paparazzi flash their cameras and start taking candid shots. Even a red carpet entrance flanked by adoring male and female fans holding their banners and posters with her picture on it. It's certainly one of the most intriguing highlights, for everyone eagerly awaiting a glimpse of their favorite actress. Everyone gathers together just to steal a glance at their favorite celebrity. Sumire wearing her glamorous white smile waving her hands to her fans screaming wildly her name.

The horde of reporters quickly approached flocks and bomb her with controversial questions as she sauntered the red carpet that will lead her to the top floor where the talk show took place.

"Ms. Massoullève, is it true you're dating your co-actor, Mr. Calib Deumun? There's a picture circulating on the internet of you and Mr. Deumun visiting a high-class restaurant?"

"No, we're just having dinner."

"Ms. Massoullève, is it true that Mr. Maddox Mirk, the successor of Mirk's Conglomerate Company, courting you?"

"I can't answer it."

"So, is it true, you're having a romantic affair with Mr. Dreygur Davenford?

"What? No fucking way. He's my uncle."

More questions came the way and Sumire's head getting throbbing but she keep smiling in front of the flashing cameras around.

"Would you date a fan?"

"Have you ever done any projects that you hated from the start but knew it would get you a lot of attention?"

"What celebrities do you follow on social media?"

"What projects you are currently working on?"

Sumire's personal bodyguards are alarmed and quickly block the aggressive reporters that hinder her way. Sumire headed directly to the top floor of the KCA building where she was getting interviewed.

She walked inside the room and her personal assistant and make-up artist help her retouch before getting into the stage. They put her light make-up on that enhances her natural beauty. Her face perfectly matches with her beautiful coiffured hair and that bold bloody red lips.

The show began at exactly 8 in the evening and Lukas Shin the famous TV show host, introduced her to the world. Sumire stepped in and she was greeted by a big and spacious round stadium. A luxurious golden chandelier suspended in the middle shone its beauty, glistening and casting white reflections on the walls. A homey place with a warm fireplace. Walls were artistically carved and designed. A scarlet carpet added the elegance of the place. The stadium was divided into three areas: the crimson stage, the seating area for the audience, and the glass-wall room where all the directors and cameraman, and other staff were seated.

A big applause roared from the crowd when Sumire went to the red spiral stage and sit opposite the talk show host and wears a bedazzling smile. She took a glance at the moonlight autumn cruising the starry sky behind the glass wall. At this time, the high-rise building of Brethren City, the crescent moon that slid out of the big glass window, and the elegant moonlight constitute a wonderful work.

The show began by asking her achievements, latest project, and quirky questions. After asking about her latest romantic action drama. The maiden answered all his questions flawlessly and smoothly. Lukas was annoyed but he keep his annoyance behind his professional smile.

A loathsome grin curled into Lukas' lips, he come up with an evil plan to destroy her image in front of thousand people. It was the perfect time to humiliate her.

"This question might be offensive to you, Ms. Massoulleve if you won't mind?"

"Fire away."

The crowd starts screaming and cheering her name. Sumire just gave them an enchanting smile that was almost magical.

"Did you get into the entertainment industry and became this famous because of your personal asset, I mean, your phenomenal beauty or because of your family's connection?"

Everyone was stunned at the unexpected turn of events. The hall quickly flooded with deafening silence along their heart pulsating harder. Some audience silently gasped at the question. The director of the show felt anger with the host as he embarrass their big-time client by asking personal questions that were not in the script. He tried to connect the talk show host through the earpiece but Lukas blocked them.

Lukas flashes a vile smirk. He got her! caught off guard.

Her smile was as cold and lovely as frost. Sumire chuckles with a sepulchral tone that gave everyone a chill. Her habit of angling her head to the sides and glaring at others came while sitting and criticizing him, made the TV show host shrink back and freeze.

"I never thought you have the habit to meddle in other people's private affairs, but I will answer you, sweetie. My talent made me go this far and it's clearly not my fault by having this face that brings me to the spotlight. It runs in the family! The Massoullève family never invested in any entertainment industry and they have nothing to do with my successful career.

The night is getting intense between Sumire and the TV show host. Lukas never wants to give up on humiliating her. He still has something up his sleeve! This time, he will release his wild card.

"Where does your family's wealth come from? Aren't you wondering that maybe your wealth comes from some sort of misdeed?"

Sumire displayed a spoiled, and bratty demeanor beneath her incredibly beautiful face. Series of murder come flashes through her mind while smiling wickedly at the host. 'Damn, this praying mantis!'

"I would explain it to you, but I don't have the time for the crayons! Thank you. I hope your day is as pleasant as your personality!"

Sumire politely responded before she stood up and was ready to leave. She was burning in rage but keep her smile on pace. Everyone in the room was still in a daze, but Lukas come quickly and stopped her by asking again.

"Come on. Is your family hiding something?"

She eyed him from head to toe. Hold her gaze for a long time.

"What are you looking at?" Lukas became anxious at his appearance when the maiden stared at him intently.

"Your face is just fine but you will have to put a bag over that personality...You know, if you're gonna be a smart ass, first you have to be smart. Otherwise, you're just an ass."

The audience went laughing at her witty and sardonic retort leaving the show host speechless and embarrassed. Sumire ended the show by leaving her sassy remarks that blown everyone in the room.

At the back stage...

"Do you know what you have done?! And why didn't you follow what's written on the fucking script? And you have the guts crossing the line and rudely ask her personal questions!"

Many staff members of the show witnesses and chatters lingered in the place on how the director lashes his anger out and sternly reprimands Lukas for ruining not only the show but messing out the biggest star of the entertainment industry. Sumire, who was there standing cold and quietly, saw everything what happened. The Director quickly apologizes to her and the host's rude behavior earlier.

Sumire just gave him a smile and left without a word.

After the maiden left the place, the director once turned back to face Lukas and gave him a disdain look and final decision.

"Get your ass out of this building right now and don't come back. You're fired!"

The staffs were gasped and surprised at what the Director said and madly leaves. Lukas lowered his head and clenches his hands into a fist while burning Sumire's face in his mind for a thousand times. He was really determined to revenge his sister from her.

After the Director fires him right away when the event is over. Feeling defeated, Lukas came out of the KCA building. A flash of his sister's crying face came to his mind complaining about a certain star whose her sister's supposed to be role was robbed of.

"Brother, I just don't understand. The writer himself told me that I should be the main lead because I was in his mind when he wrote the script, but I don't get how did it end up to Sumire who has no interest in this project at all."

His sister sobs at his arms while crying hardly over at the role she hoped had gone in vain. His sister works her ass off in the entertainment industry. She sacrifices everything, blood and sweat just to get the spotlight that should be hers but Sumire only had it in the blink of an eye. It was supposed to be his sister's biggest project, but now it had burned and turned to ashes in one snap along with her dream.

The talk show host gritted his teeth in anger. Feeling defeated and humiliated, Lukas proceeds to his plan B. He went into the parking lot of the building and contact his cousin who happens to have a connection to the Mafia World. The plan is to kidnap, rape Sumire and videotape her, posting it in the public to humiliate and ruin her image for good.

"I want you to do something for me..."

One week later...

In the early 7 o'clock of the morning, a magnificent morning glow in the east. The bright light of the horizon on the east carefully infiltrated the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moved from afar. Sumire was woken up when a series of knock bombs on her chamber.

"Yes..."

She yawned and get up with her eyes closed. The door quickly opened and her mother appeared to her sight. Lunaire, her mother who is as beautiful as her, gasped when she saw her messy bed hair. Lunaire strides were big as she approached her spiral big white curtained bed.

"What a bad hair you've got, darling."

"Morning, mom..."

Lunaire took the hair comb near to her bed. She seated next to her and gently comb her daughter's black straight hair. Obviously, Sumire got her father's hair. Her daughter got most of her features and curves. In her 20's, Lunaire was crowned as a beauty queen. She also modeled lingeries and ads for fashion clothing lines during her days. She leave that kind of life after she married an incredibly attractive man, one of the Massoullèves, and bearing their first baby. She became a lovely matriarch of the family. And now, Sumire was following her step. But behind her glamorous face, Lunaire was known for being sweet yet deadly.

Sumire kissed her mom on the forehead and sweetly smiled while her eyes remain tightly closed.

"You're as gorgeous as your mother, dear."

"Morning, baby..."

A deep voice lingered in her room and her eyes were quickly wide open. Chaise Massoullève, her father, appeared to them, wearing his bedroom robe. He has small rubbles on his face. Her father was looking so sexy and gorgeous even in his mid 40's.

He was holding his cup of tea and frowning, staring at his lovely wife.

"Honey, I feel sad when I woke up without you beside me. Don't you love me anymore?"

Chaise said and display his sullen face to his wife who was now glaring at him. He gulped twice in a row when Lunaire's piercing stare darted on him. He quickly looks at her daughter.

"By the way, sweetie. When are you going to give us grandkids? Our home is too lonely."

Sumire's ear tingled with what she heard and blushed. Lunaire smiled and later chuckled with her daughter's adorable reaction.

"Dad! For f*cking sake, I'm 23. Tss."

Sumire's mood was quickly ruined in the early morning. Her dad knows how to get her annoyed.

"Why? Well, I got your mom in her 23rd?"

Lunaire blushed when Chaise stared at her affectionately and seductively while biting his lower lip. They exchange meaningful glances and Sumire knew right away where it would lead them. Obviously, they love each other even the two of them throwing daggers when things are out of control. Sumire tsked and get out of her bed.

"Oh, come on, you two oldies, get out of my room."

Chaise quickly approaches his wife and carries her out in a bridal style. Lunaire just giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled sweetly at him.

"Love you, Honey."

Lunaire lovingly said and the two of them kissed in front of her made Sumire's face turned sour.

"Excuse me, I need to vomit."

Sumire leave the bed and went to the bathroom to get her morning routine. She heard her parents burst into chuckles before leaving her chamber.

On a beautiful morning, Sumire sashayed her way towards the cottage floating in the man-made lake wearing her long white gown and two handmaidens tailing her. The sun has just risen, the diffuse fog has gradually subsided. Two elegant sparkling fountains scattered into thousand of water droplets, spraying up the petals of the lotus flowers. The drops of crystal water, glittering and magnificent, colorful.

Sumire was having her morning tea when her phone suddenly rang. Calib Deumun's name greeted her. She and Calib were working on the same project where the two of them are the main lead. Their movie is now leading in the market.

"Sumire...ahm, hi..."

A rough voice came in the other line. Calib was a white-haired handsome guy with a pair of icy ocean blue eyes. Just like her, Calib was the most popular and sought actor in the entertainment industry. A very attractive man that many women swoon over him.

"Calib, why did you call? Something up?"

Sumire asked, wondering what he is up to her. Calib appeared to be cold but he was a gentleman inside. Unlike any other actors she works with, Calib always treats her with care and respect. That's what she likes about him.

"I just want to ask if we can have a second dinner together after the Premiere night. No malice."

Calib asked shyly while Sumire chuckles at him. Actually, she had been planning to bring him to their restaurant. Calib was like a friend to her.

"Okay, Calib. No worries. See you."

"Thank you. See you tonight, dolce signora."

When Calib drop the call, Sumire unbelievably gaping at the phone she was holding. 'what was that?'

Sumire decided to slip it aside thinking Calib was just kidding her. She went back to their manor. Right after she walked inside, five maids were holding a different lively flora in a pot. Some of them were endangered flowers and God knows where in the world Maddox collected them.

"My lady, Mr. Maddox sent this to you and this note."

Sumire took the note and read it. 'Okay, another obsess creep to deal with.'

It's been a month since Maddox Mirk courted her, sent her a pot of flowers every day and she has no planned to say yes to him.

"Sweetheart, is that suitor of yours planning to make our home a flower garden?"

Chaise asked who was standing while hands encircling to his wife next to him.

"No, these flowers were prepared for my funeral."

Sumire sarcastically said. She went straight to her room and prepare to leave the house and go back to her own home to prepare herself for the Premiere night later at 7 o'clock in the evening. Actually, Sumire was leaving alone, she had her own luxurious modern home. Sumire had no plans of visiting her parents but her mother call up.

She drove back to her exclusive home.

6:30 pm. The sun has already set on the purple horizon. Built right on the cliff edge, her exclusive home has everything – impressive location, romantic atmosphere, modern design, luxury style. Her home has incredibly romantic ocean views from almost every corner of the house. Floor-to-ceiling windows not only allowed unobstructed views but also created a modern atmosphere which defined amazing luxury interiors. Rooftop swimming pool with a huge terrace is probably the most impressive thing where she could see the perfect setting of the sun. Inside of the house, elegance is undeniable. From the minimalist kitchen, romantic dining room, bright living room, 2 incredible bedrooms to even luxury gym, sauna, spa, indoor swimming pool, massage room, and wine cellar, everything is connected with external elevators. The landscape design around the house gives the vibes of paradise. Mediterranean vegetation gives a nice touch to all the amazingness and luxury of her home.

Sumire sashayed like a runaway model down the staircase wearing a bold and dark green off-shoulder long sleeve evening dress, displaying her curves, with a beads belt and slit on her left leg matching with black-green stilletoes. Her precious emerald gem necklace shimmers and a pair of earrings match her long curled hair and small perfect sculpted face. She walk elegantly towards the luxurious limousine car in the wide open space where she has greeted a horde of men in a black suit.

"You look absolutely stunning tonight, Ms. Massoullève."

One of the men complimented and escorted her. She was so pretty that her beauty can make anyone falter. He open up the car's door for her and she entered inside. Sumire just flashes a smile and mouthed 'thank you'. After the man closed the door the car's engine started, their accomplice driver chauffeured her to the big event.

The man turned around and lips curled into a venomous sneer, so as the other men around. He turned on the earpiece while his eyes viciously followed the limousine car in the distance.

"Mission complete, Boss."

The man reported. An evil chuckle can be heard on the line echoed the place.

"Good. Now get your asses here."

"Aye, Boss."

The horde of men went to their respective cars and motorcycle and followed the limousine car now traveling the sea-side road. One by one, they leave the place and the real chauffeur unconscious in the road like nothing happened.

Inside the car, Sumire seemed to know by instinct that something was wrong, even before she stepped outside her home. The horde of men in black ooze an awful vibes and now she can feel it to the chauffeur. The management send her a limousine car along with their trusted men to fetch her up and they have a strong sense of security. Sumire has this extraordinary sense where she always new people's intention through the air of vibes and her instinct was always on point. She may be didn't know their faces by heart but Sumire can always see their true intention just like wearing their heart on the sleeve. Today something is off, and the maiden just choose to slip it aside thinking maybe their management has changed high-security teams.

She displayed a triumphant smirk, celebrating alone her another achievement. It was always been like this, her family, especially her dad was against the career she choose. They aren't happy and never will be even she became a famous personality in the entertainment industry. Chaise wanted her to be a businesswoman just like her cousin, Clair, and run the family business. But the stubbornness reigns her. Sumire follows what her heart wants and now this is what she got, she became independent, strong, and deal with her problems alone. An actress who was often cast as cynical, sexy Femme Fatale which truly depicts who she is right now.

And now here she is inside, celebrating her achievement alone.

Sumire chuckled half-heartedly when she remembered her awful argument with her father and once drink the liquor in one gulp, unbeknownst there was a strong sleeping pill mixed in the liquor. 'Congratulations to me.'

After a few seconds, her vision started to get blurry until she collapse in the backseat, fell into a deep slumber. The chauffer flashes a vile smirk when she saw the lady through the front mirror, who has now fallen asleep. He called the leader of the squad through the earpiece.

"She was now asleep."

"Good, bring her here."

The chauffeur swerve the car on the left side of the intersection road that lead them to the meeting place. After hours of driving, the maiden was brought into a derelict and dilapidated building where no life cease to exist. Sumire remains unconscious when someone carried her out of the car and brought her inside the abandoned building.

The moon had already cruised the night sky and its moonlight passes through the rough surface and macabre pile of bricks. The place was filled with dust, cobwebs, and graffitis on the walls and corners. The abandoned building was creaking in the most haunted way. The whole structure appeared to be monstrously massive. The remains of furniture lay disorderly cluttered on the floor.

After a few more steps into the bottom of the building, a luxurious golden dragon elevator appeared to them that only lightened up the place. It seems the exterior building was just a fake facade to hide the true beauty inside the heart of the building. They all boarded the elevator on the ground floor and it lift them to the top floor of the building.

A massive grandeur entrance greeted them with golden historical antiques and other relics worth a million money. The place was inspired by historical interior design; from the tables and chairs, cabinets, wine rack they were all carved in dragon designs, everything inside shine in gold. The place looks like the lost ancient.

"Lay that lady over there and guard the door."

They placed her in a certain bed and guard her from the outside while waiting for their boss to arrive.