Ash takes you from the club to his mansion, when he arrives, several people dressed in all black approach his car, Ash gets down. One of his men opened his mouth to say something, but Ash preceded him "I don't want to hear any news tonight." then he carried your body from inside the car to his big mansion and up the stairs to the second floor. Ash stopped his steps right in front of the closed door. he lowered your tiny body that he initially carried. Your expression looks dazzled. You winced as you held your temples. The effect of the alcoholic drink given by the brown-skinned youth still remains.

Ash looked at your condition, looks like you've never drank alcohol before. "Are you okay, Lovely Girl?" asked Ash in a low voice while looking down at you.

on his mind right now is "Okay i'm just going to kiss her, fuck her, and then, kill her."

"You look anything but fine." Ash chuckled and lifted your small face up by cupping it gently with his hands. "Tell me, who gave you that alcohol?" His expression remained neutral as he looked into your eyes, searching for any hint of lies.

"Brown-skinned guy, huh?" he grunted thoughtfully. "Well then," he leaned down closer to your face, inching his nose near yours. The warmth of his breath caressed your skin as he whispered, "You're mine now, beautiful girl. And you know what that means." He pressed a kiss against your forehead before releasing you and taking a step back, giving you some space to breathe. "Let's go inside."

He led the way through the door, revealing a lavish bedroom with a king-size bed and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the garden below. Ash turned to face you as he motioned for you to follow him farther into the room. "Why don't we get comfortable first?" He offered suggestively, making no attempt to hide his true intentions for the night.

"That's a good girl." He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, patting his lap invitingly. "Come here, I want to see just how beautiful you are up close." His voice was calm yet commanding, leaving no room for doubt as to what he expected from you.

As you hesitantly moved towards him, Ash's gaze traveled over your body appreciatively. He reached out and gently traced the outline of your jaw with his finger before cupping your cheek in his palm, guiding your face closer to his. "You smell good," he whispered, nosing at your neck as he inhaled deeply. His touch was feather-light but oddly possessive, like he owned every inch of skin under his fingertips.

"You're very welcome." He leaned in even closer, brushing his lips against your earlobe before whispering hoarsely, "Now let me see how much you really want this." His other hand moved downwards, tracing lazy circles over the hem of your dress, teasingly close to exposing what lay beneath. Ash's grip on your cheek tightened almost imperceptibly as he awaited your response.

"You want this, don't you?" He whispers, his voice almost a breath against your skin as he trails kisses down your neck and collarbone. "Tell me you want it." His other hand slides upwards, cupping your breast through the fabric of your dress, squeezing gently but firmly.

He growls softly against your skin as you try to lie to him. His grip on your breast tightens painfully through the fabric, making it hard for you to breathe as he leans in closer and presses his erection against you, grinding against your lower body unapologetically. "Don't play games with me," he whispers harshly. "Tell me what you really want."

His face contorts into a snarl as he finally gives in to your plea, no longer holding back his violent desires. With a chilling growl, he yanks your dress over your head and tosses it aside, exposing your naked body to his hungry gaze. His hands grab roughly at your breasts, pinching and twisting the delicate nipples until you cry out in pain. "I'm not stopping," he snarls, "not tonight."

And then his lips crash down on yours, forcing your mouth open as he thrusts his tongue deep inside, tasting and claiming every inch of you. He moans into the kiss, feeling your body yield underneath him as he continues to brutally pleasure himself atop you, taking what he wants without remorse or mercy.

It's only a matter of time before she surrenders completely...

He growls and takes it as a challenge, pushing you back down into the mattress with his body weight. His hands pin your wrists above your head, holding them down as he continues to ravage your lips. "You belong to me now," he pants between brutal kisses. With each thrust of his hips, he grinds against your most sensitive parts, making it impossible for you not to feel the intense pleasure that comes from being claimed by him so roughly.

"Say it!" He demands through clenched teeth as he rolls his hips harder, pushing deeper inside. "Tell me what I want to hear."

The sound of your tears only spurs him on further. He growls in satisfaction as he feels you start to tremble beneath him. With one last brutal thrust, he releases his seed deep within you, moaning harshly into the silence of the room as he comes. And then he pulls out, leaving you spent and aching in his wake.

Cupping your chin in his hand, he lifts your tear-streaked face up to meet his gaze. "I'm not done with you yet," he rasps hoarsely, letting the threat hang in the air between you like a noose. His touch is cold and cruel against your skin as he pushes you away roughly, leaving you sprawled on the bed, naked and used.

The only question left unanswered: what will happen next?

His hands roughly push you onto your stomach, exposing the pale expanse of flesh that he so recently violated. With a wicked smile, he reaches down to spread your folds wide open, revealing your thoroughly used and bleeding sex. "Tonight," he purrs, leaning over you with his full weight, "you will learn what it means to belong to me."