Bossnoeul ff <Meant to be mine>

5. please don't do this

Atlas gives a sadistic smile, his grip on Rayal's arm tightening. "Then let's begin," he says, and with one swift motion, he yanks Rayal over to the bed.

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Warning  - a bit of smut ahead .....If you are not comfortable in reading forced explicit things , then you should stop reading it rn or you can just skip this part .
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He pushes Rayal down, pinning him on the bed with his body. He leans down, his mouth grazing the shell of Rayal's ear. "This is what happens you displease me," he whispers, before biting down hard on Rayal's neck

Pain explodes through Rayal, and he cries out involuntarily. Atlas smirks, his tongue tracing the outline of the bite mark. He lifts his head, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"That's one," he says, his voice tinged with pleasure. "Nine more to go."

Rayal's eyes widen in panic, a new wave of fear washing over him. He struggles weakly under Atlas, but the other man just laughs, pinning him down with his weight. "Oh, don't worry babyboy,I'll count for you."

With those words, he leans down again,  biting onto the soft flesh of Rayal's shoulder.

This time, Rayal cries in pain. Atlas chuckles, his hand sliding up under Rayal's shirt, his fingers tracing his nipples. "Two," he says, pulling back slightly.

He then moves down, repeating the process on various parts of Rayal's body - his collarbone, his chest, his abdomen. Each time, he counts out loud, his voice harsh and cruel. "Three, four, five..."

By the time he reaches six, Rayal is sobbing openly, tears streaming down his face. He's trying desperately to move away, but Atlas just laughs and pins him down harder. "That's six," he hisses, his fingers digging into Rayal's flesh. "Do you want me to stop, boy?"

Rayal shudders at the sensation, the pain mixing with the pleasure of Atlas's touch. He's conflicted, his body craving more even though his mind is screaming at him to run. He looks up at Atlas, his eyes meeting his gaze.

"I-" he starts to say, but the words get caught in his throat. He can’t deny the attraction he feels, but he knows deep down that this is wrong. He hesitates, his heart pounding in his chest.

Atlas's patience snaps, and he growls in frustration. He pinches Rayal's chin between his fingers, forcing him to look up at him.

"I asked you a question," he snaps, his eyes hard. "Answer me. Do you want me to stop?"

As Atlas leans down near Rayal, a sudden noise interrupts them. The sound of footsteps approaching can be heard outside the door.

"What the hell?" Atlas mutters, his body going tense. He pushes himself off Rayal and crosses the room in a few strides, his hand reaching for the gun hidden beneath the dresser.

Before he can reach it, however, the door bursts open and Drake steps into the room. His eyes widen in shock at the scene in front of him -Atlas, shirtless and hovering over a trembling Rayal.

"What the hell?" Drake splutters, his gaze flicking between them. "What the hell is going on in here?"

Rayal's eyes widen in horror as he sees Drake at the door. He pushes himself up onto his elbows, tears streaming down his face.

"Drake, no!" he cries out, his voice shaking. "Please, get out of here! He's dangerous!"

Atlas spins around, his face contorted with anger. "Don't you dare," he growls, his hand still reaching for the gun.

Drake takes a step forward, his eyes fixed on Atlas. "What's going on here?" he repeats, taking in the sight of Rayal's battered body and tear-stained cheeks.

"Nothing that concerns you," Atlas snaps back. "Just get out."

Drake scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Like hell it doesn't," he counters. "That doesn't look like 'nothing' to me."

Atlas's fingers flex around the gun, his eyes narrowing. He's clearly not used to being challenged, especially not in his own territory.

Rayal scrambles off the bed, desperate to keep Drake safe. He stumbles, his body still weak from the thing that just happened, but he manages to cross the room and stand between the two men.

"Please, Drake," he pleads, his voice cracking. "Just go."

Drake hesitates, his eyes flickering between the two of them. He can see the fear in Rayal's eyes, the anger in Atlas's stance. He knows that he's risking his own safety by getting involved, but he can't just leave his friend alone with a dangerous man like this.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Atlas?" Drake demands, his voice rising. "Why would you beat up Rayal like this?"

Rayal looks back and forth between the two men, his confusion visible on his face. "How do you know each other?" he asks timidly, his voice barely above a whisper.

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