Mr Dark Desires. Possessives
The Long Night (3)
Hearing the words Carlos had just made Ayana's breath choked, with her trembling hands she tried to shake off Carlos' grip on her chin, but the man instead smiled cunningly.
"Why? Didn't you come to me?" Carlos grinned, like a starving wolf staring at its prey.
"Please..." Ayana shook her head hard. He doesn't want to do this. "Don't..."
However, this request actually made Carlos more excited.
With one easy move, Carlos lifted Ayana's body and attached it to her shoulder.
Carlos hits the back of Ayana's body as the girl thrashes asking to be released.
"Juan, it looks like I couldn't make it to the meeting this morning. You handle the problem yourself first, okay?" Carlos looked cheerful, with the girl in his grip of course he would squander this long night.
Juan who already knew the habit of Carlos just waved his hand and asked the man to go from before him with Ayana who was still thrashing and shouting cursing.
"Done all this," Juan waved his hand at Nick and walked out of the bloody room with Cassandra tailing him from behind.
Of course, the woman was more than happy when she had to serve Juan tonight, she really enjoyed her time together with the monsters the black market mafia feared.
It's just that Cassandra doesn't realize the cruel stare Nick threw at her and Juan when they both don't see.
Juan misses the hatred Nick conveys through his eyes, but that's not all...
Juan also misses his chance to recognize the girl he has been looking for and worse, he does nothing when the girl's life must be ruined by his own best friend.
While she enjoys the night with other pleasures that Cassandra has to offer.
As soon as Juan's door was shut, he was no longer a cold man who didn't talk much, but he was a burning flame with passionate excitement.
There was no soft word that night for Cassandra, everything was wild and hot.
"Liam..." Cassandra whimpers as Liam is on top of her, moving very fast, completely indifferent to the woman who must accept all her brutality tonight.
***
Carlos woke up when the sunlight glared at his closed eyes. He grumbled as he had forgotten to close his window and left the curtain covering it open.
Carlos doesn't like it when it comes to waking up this early.
While writhing, she was about to get up and close the windowpanes when her hands touched the warm and tender body, falling asleep next to it.
With a frown and eyes still sleepy, Carlos looked at the girl next to him.
Ayana was asleep with a frown and a facial expression that was as if she was enduring pain.
Only then did he recall what had happened last night and a grin appeared at the corner of his lips when he found a blood patch on top of his white bed sheet.
He got the jackpot. It's rare to get a good 'goods' like this, especially when it's getting rare for a girl of Ayana's age who is still untouched.
Most of them have done it before, forced or not, which must have been another man who touched them.
Because they live in a society that does not care at all about the anomics, their voices will not be heard if they report this to the authorities though.
However, Carlos' smile faded as his face turned sullen when he realized he had to finish Ayana off.
No matter how great Ayana was in bed, and this girl was far from being great at all, Carlos had to keep finishing her off.
They don't keep the anomics for long.
"It's a shame" whispered Carlos, recalling last night's wild incident.
He liked how Ayana pleaded with him and then the plea turned into a sigh when neither Carlos nor Ayana, could hold back any longer.
Lazily, Carlos came down from the bed with no thread attached to his body.
He walked towards a small table by the window and pulled out a gun from inside his drawer.
Slowly, Carlos returned to the side of the bed and sat down beside the naked body of Ayana.
There were some parts of his body that turned red and started to turn blue due to what Carlos did to him last night and this actually made Carlos proud of himself.
Pulling the trigger, Carlos stuck the gun to Ayana's head, which still didn't seem to wake up.
Enjoying these last moments, Carlos traced Ayana's body which felt slightly hotter than normal temperature.
Looks like he's got a fever.
But, what does Carlos care? This girl was about to die, so there was no need for her to think about it.
When Carlos' fingers touched every inch of Ayana's body, her exposed back was very beautiful in the sun, but then her eyes caught something on Ayana's left hip.
A wound, a burn.
Carlos was completely unaware of this last night as his focus was on the other side of Ayana's body.
***
"I don't think you're coming for a meeting this morning." Juan glanced at Carlos who joined him at the dinner table for breakfast.
"I'm hungry" Carlos muttered unhappily.
Juan who heard that reason of course knew that Carlos was just making it up.
Carlos could have asked someone to bring breakfast to his room.
"Last night's girl wasn't good?" Juan bribed crutong on his salad.
Because that was the only reason Juan could think of, seeing the mood of Carlos who seemed very bad.
When Juan mentions Ayana, Carlos grumbles at something unclear, waving his hand to signal Juan not to discuss it.
Carlos' mind was still focused on the wound on Ayana's left hip.
"You got rid of that girl?" Juan changed the question.
"Hm?" 'getting rid of' that Juan meant had only one meaning in this, which was to kill the girl.
For them, girls like Ayana are easy to replace and they don't have to keep anything that's no longer useful.
Juan glanced back at Carlos' unsettled expression, but because he didn't want to say anything, Juan didn't ask any further.
And with that, the dining table became even quieter, only the sound of their breathing softened.
"Juan," Carlos bit his grilled meat while daydreaming.
"Hm."
Carlos seemed hesitant to ask, but then he asked too.
"Are you still looking for that girl?" Carlos swallowed his saliva. "Girl with a burn on her left hip?"
Unexpectedly, Juan placed the fork he was holding onto the table, loud enough that its clanking echoed.
