Belongs To Mr. Darian Right

'What belongs to me will always be mine.'

In one corner of the city, there stands a grand house resembling a palace with an immensely vast courtyard. The house sits atop an elevation, with Eucalyptus trees serving as a distant fence, as if marking the place's boundaries with the outside world. The owner of the house goes by the name of Darian Right. He is a handsome and mysterious man who holds sway over many territories. However, what if his ownership isn't just about the house, wealth, power, and territory? What if he also possesses five women with various characters, who also reside in the house? Ready to be used if he needs an outlet. They can have access to all facilities. Anything they desire. Anything! Everything is undoubtedly provided by 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.