Mr Dark Desires. Possessives

Hickeys

The silver-colored dress was too revealing, whether it was the front or the back and Ayana was not sure that she could wear such clothes and step out of the room, especially having to attend a dinner.

 

Ayana was stunned staring at the dress. If she was Abby, she would probably be happy to wear it and look sensual, but Ayana didn't think she could wear such a dress.

 

The girl stood beside the bed, staring at the silver-colored dress that would probably only cover half of her thigh, coupled with the exposed parts, wasn't it the same as being naked?

 

“What are you doing? If you don't put on those clothes soon, we'll be late for dinner,” Carlos warned. She herself had been wearing black pants and a white T-shirt as the inside, but stopped when she realized Ayana was unmoved in her place.

 

“What else now?” asked Carlos in annoyance. He then walked up to Ayana and saw what the girl was looking at. “You know, the price of this shirt can buy five anomic like you, so stop being naive and wear that shirt.”

 

Ayana shook her head. Forgetting everything Dalia had taught him. All he knew right now was, he did not want to get out of this house wearing such clothes.

 

Carlos walks over to Ayana and the girl retreats to get away from him, but of course in any case, Ayana will never be able to avoid Carlos.

 

Quickly, Carlos grabbed his body and gripped his shoulder until it was painful and violently, Carlos tore off the shirt that Ayana was wearing. “Wear that shirt.” Carlos pointed at the silver dress on his bed. “Or you'll be out of this house without wearing anything.”

 

Ayana covered her body with her hands and hair, but of course Carlos had seen an entire inch of her skin.

 

“Now,” firmly Carlos again. “If we get late because of you, then you know, what will be waiting for you all night?” carlos voice did not sound like someone who was threatening, but still the meaning behind the words made Ayana forced to nod her head obediently.

 

Hurriedly Ayana picked up the dress she was so reluctant to wear and immediately walked towards the bathroom connected to Carlos' room.

 

The bathroom inside Carlos' room was very spacious, even arguably wider than his own room. With a bathup that looks very slick and unique and everything that looks very clean and elegant, Ayana would be more than grateful that she could be left in this bathroom alone rather than having to attend a dinner party with Carlos.

 

But, of course he didn't have that choice. Her options were very limited and all she had to do now was obey Carlos' orders and wear this silver dress.

 

Because the shirt that Ayana was wearing was torn by Carlos, then she just took off the jeans she was wearing. And in less than two minutes, Ayana easily put on the dress.

 

The silver dress only reached her knees with the front too low and the back covered only with thin strings of matching color.

 

At the very least, with Ayana's long hair, she could still cover most of her exposed skin.

 

After Ayana folded her jeans, she walked out, where Carlos had been waiting for her. However, Carlos' reaction was not at all what Ayana had expected.

 

Carlos' face was bent with a deep frown between his two eyebrows.

 

“From,” call Carlos on Ayana while waving her hand.

 

 

Ayana was standing right in front of Carlos who was sitting on a single maroon-colored sofa. As soon as Ayana had stood within her reach, Carlos immediately pulled Ayana and made the girl suffocate.

 

Ayana's body fell on Carlos' lap and the man held himself steady while his other hand went down Ayana's left arm.

 

At first Ayana did not know what attracted Carlos' attention, but when she grumbled something that was not clear, then Ayana ventured to see what had actually attracted the attention of this cruel man.

 

Ayana turned her head and found a bruise on her arm, which was obvious that she was wearing this kind of clothes.

 

Not only on his upper arm, but also on his shoulder and some parts of his chest area, there are traces of hickeys that Carlos left when he last visited Ayana's room at night.

 

“This is because of me?” Carlos looked at Ayana's face, his jaw tightly clenched. Obviously not happy with what he saw. And as Ayana nodded, Carlos' tone of voice became even colder. “I haven't touched you in more than a week, so how could these marks still be there?”

 

Actually, Ayana's skin is very sensitive, bruises that will usually disappear within a week for some people, but for Ayana it will be more than that.

 

Because of these bruises and hickeys that Carlos left behind, so Ayana rarely saw the look of herself in the mirror and because the marks were covered by her clothes, she said, so Ayana never paid attention to it and assumed all of it never happened and existed.

 

“You play with another man?” Carlos charged while raising Ayana's chin with both fingers. Staring sharply into Ayana's frightened eyes.

 

“No, how is it possible..” Ayana shook her head strongly. “I'm always in the house.” His voice sobbed as fear gripped tightly onto his heart.

 

Carlos finally realized that what he was accusing was impossible. No one entered her house and it was impossible for Ayana to put another man into this apartment.

 

With his fingertips, Carlos rubbed the bruises he had made on Ayana's skin. For some reason during those five days he felt unsettled and vented his uncomfortable feelings intoxicated, so that he was not very aware of what he had done to Ayana.

 

But, even if Carlos was aware, this is not the first time he hurt women, either physically or psychologically, it's just that, seeing a bruise on Ayana's body he felt a little guilty.

 

Carlos chuckled as he thought that way and shook his head.

 

Guilty feeling? What a ridiculous word. Since when has Carlos ever felt guilty?

 

However, Carlos knows for a fact that he started to act brutally like this after what happened between Bianca and Juan.