My darkest desire

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Author's Note

This chapter has smut and some may find a little triggering so I will put 🔞when it starts so that if you find it uncomfortable you may skip it. But honestly like this story is going have such content in future also. But I still hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did while writing it....

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Author's POV
Kimhan Theerapanyakul, the king of poker faces, the one and only who doesn't show any emotions no matter what,  was standing in a club in full rage, his face as red as blood, his eyes dilated black looking as of an animal, his hands in tight fists drawing his own blood out, All his veins showing, as if they will pop at any second. All of the sensibility leaving his body in an instant.

But what made him like this?
Only one thing or more accurately one particular person........... Porchay Kittisawasd.

Dancing in the middle of the dance floor sandwiched between two men, grinding his ass on one and his hand travelling the others torso. Both men touching Chay, his chay for their own pleasure. And if this wasn't enough to anger the elder he saw Chay kissing one of them as the other one marked his neck from behind.

Kim couldn't take this anymore. How can he see his Chay getting marked by other men. No......... He was to mark him, and he was going to do it today, whether the younger did it willingly or otherwise, but tonight he will be marked as Kimhan Theerapanyakul's property.

Kim yanked the younger from their grip. No one dared to question him, no one was brave enough to look in those fierce eyes. Kim flung the younger Kittisawasd brother on his shoulders, like a sack and bolted towards his car. No matter how much the younger protested, no matter how much he threw his fists, even bellowed on top of his lungs, his cries, his protests all were in vain. It was as if he was shouting at deaf ears. He threw Porchay in the front seat of the car and he himself sat in the driver's seat.

Chay: Pkim what are you doing? Our friends are inside. Let me go
(Kim ignored the cries of the younger and just clicked Chay's seatbelt in place.)

Chay: Pkim...... Let me leave, what are you doing, please let........
(Porchay fell silent after seeing the blood shot eyes of Kim. He knew no one was able to help him get out of this mess now. The best he could do was be silent and wiggle his way out.)

The whole ride was silent. The only sound was of screeching tires and Kim gritting his teeth. Porchay was scared, ohh very scared. He knew just by glancing at Kim that he was in big trouble. The way Kim was gripping the steering, the veins of his hand popping out.

As soon as they reached Kim's apartment building, Kim got out of the car and again flung Chay on his shoulders and then flick his car keys to a guard and instructed them to not enter his building unless he called. No matter what happened, no one was to come inside or call Kim.

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Kim tossed poor Porchay on the bed. Porchay's eyes were full of dread and helplessness. Kim got handcuffs out of his drawer and cuffed Chay's hands over his head to the headboard of the bed. Now Chay was all his to devour.

Kim: I have been very patient with you Porchay. Even though I wanted to claim you the day I saw you after so many years. But I knew, I had to win your heart. But.........

Kim feather touched Chay's face making chay close his eyes taking in all the sensual tension and drew a deep breath. And suddenly Kim tore Chay's shirt, making the buttons fly in all directions.