His To Owned

9. Numbness

Henry, already exhausted, felt his patience thinning. He took a deep breath, pulling his arm slightly, but Diois’s grip didn’t loosen.

"Henry, I asked you something."
Diois jerked Henry toward him, locking his intense gaze onto Henry's. His expression was hard, filled with suspicion.

Henry closed his eyes, forcing himself to control his anger. It was pointless to get worked up with someone like Diois—someone who never seemed to understand boundaries.

"I was at work," Henry replied, keeping his tone calm despite the frustration bubbling inside him.

Diois's expression softened slightly, but not enough to make a difference. "Work? Are you sure?"
There was clear disbelief in his voice, his tone sharp with accusation. He had seen Henry leave with Karen, his ex-girlfriend, and it gnawed at him.

Henry frowned, his frustration slipping through. "What’s that supposed to mean?" he asked, meeting Diois's stare head-on.

Diois gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching before he spoke. "You weren’t with your ex-girlfriend?"

His voice was low, but the jealousy and anger simmered beneath every word.
Henry sighed in frustration, realizing Diois had been watching him the whole time, jumping to conclusions.

"So what? I don't see how any of that is your business." He yanked his arm free with a sharp motion and turned away, heading toward the building’s entrance.

Diois’s hands curled into tight fists, his chest rising and falling with controlled, angry breaths. After a moment, he couldn’t hold back anymore and quickly followed Henry. His footsteps echoed behind, but Henry didn’t acknowledge them. He didn’t care.

As he climbed the stairs, Henry could still hear Diois trailing him, but he didn’t bother to look back. The audacity! What right did Diois have to question him like that?

They weren’t friends, not even close. In fact, the only connection Henry felt between them was a bitter resentment. He hated him.

Henry climbed the last step, his heart racing more from frustration than exertion. His hands trembled as he fumbled with his keys, hearing Diois's footsteps approaching. Just as he managed to unlock his door, Diois stood right behind him, his presence in a suffocating shadow Henry couldn't escape.

As soon as Henry stepped inside, Diois shoved him against the wall and started kissing him.

Henry was taken aback and instinctively tried to push Diois away, but Diois caught both of his wrists and pinned them above his head, tearing at Henry's clothes.

"Today, I'll show you who you belong," he said, effortlessly tossing Henry over his shoulder and striding toward the bed.

"Have you lost your mind? Let me go!" Henry protested, hitting Diois, tugging at his hair, and kicking his legs, but Diois remained unfazed.

Diois threw Henry onto the bed, his grip still firm, overpowering every attempt Henry made to break free. Henry's chest heaved with a mix of anger and fear, his mind racing, desperate for a way out. He glared up at Diois, eyes blazing with defiance.

“Stop this! You can’t just—” Henry’s words were cut short as Diois climbed over him, his weight pressing down, silencing any protest.

“Watch me,” Diois muttered darkly, his voice low and commanding. Henry felt his pulse quicken, panic rising as Diois’s hands began to roamed on his body, each movement claiming more control.

Henry’s breath hitched, his thoughts scrambling. He couldn’t let this happen.

He gathered every bit of strength left and twisted his body violently, managing to break Diois’s hold for a split second.

“Get off me!” Henry shouted, his voice hoarse with fury. But Diois was relentless, catching him again before he could escape, pulling him back into his grip as if Henry’s struggle only fueled him further.

"Why are you doing this?" Henry gasped, his voice strained as he tried to understand the cruelty in Diois's actions, the darkness in his eyes.

Diois’s gaze flickered in possession. "Because you're mine, Henry," he whispered, as though the words were enough to justify everything.

Diois gripped Henry's neck tightly, pressing his lips to Henry’s in a harsh, aggressive kiss.

Henry gasped for air, hitting Diois in an attempt to break free, but Diois only grew angrier with every struggle. Pulling away, Diois slapped Henry across the face, sending him into a stunned silence.

His mind went blank as Diois leaned in, eyes dark with desire.

"I didn’t want it to come to this, but you left me no choice,"
Diois muttered, his voice dripping with lust. He kissed Henry again, this time softly, but Henry had already given up resisting.

Diois trailed open-mouthed kisses down from Henry’s lips to his jaw, then to his neck. His hand moved from Henry’s throat to his waist, slipping under his shirt to caress his skin.

In one swift motion, Diois pulled the shirt over Henry's head. He smirked at the sight of Henry with his eyes closed, then leaned in, licking the shell of his ear.

"I knew you'd enjoy this," Diois whispered smugly. Henry gripped the bedsheets tightly, feeling his body betray him as Diois’s touch only deepened his sense of disgust.

Diois nipped at Henry’s collarbone, then lowered his mouth to his chest, biting one of Henry’s nipples with rough, painful force. Henry bit down hard on his own lips, determined not to make a sound, as shame twisted inside him.

Diois yanked down Henry’s pants and underwear in one swift motion. The sudden rush of cold air made Henry shiver, his eyes slowly fluttering open to meet Diois’s lustful gaze.

A smug smirk played on Diois’s lips as he watched Henry, then quickly shrugged off his jacket, shirt, and pants. In a matter of moments, he stood completely naked before Henry.

Henry’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of Diois’s towering, muscular frame. He wanted to close his eyes, to look away but found himself frozen, unable to tear his gaze from Diois’s tattooed body. It felt as though he were trapped, both physically and mentally, his mind spinning as Diois's presence loomed over him.

Diois’s body was a masterpiece of raw strength, every muscle carved with precision, accentuated by tattoos that snaked across his chest and arms like a story written in ink. His broad shoulders cast a shadow over Henry, and his defined torso moved with a quiet, menacing power. Each line of his body spoke of dominance, a force that was impossible to ignore. He was truly perfect.

Henry’s heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in shallow bursts.

He felt a mix of fear and shame—his eyes glued to Diois’s form, despite the storm of emotions brewing inside him. The more he looked, the more helpless he felt, trapped beneath the weight of Diois's overwhelming presence. The tattoos, like dark symbols, seemed to pulse with life, wrapping around Diois like chains of control, and Henry could do nothing but stare, feeling smaller with every passing second.

Diois leaned down, his voice a low murmur. "You're not going anywhere, Babe," he whispered, his lips curling into a predatory grin.

Diois crushed his lips against Henry’s, his hands gripping Henry's chest with force. His touch was rough, claiming. He moved his hand down, wrapping it around Henry’s dick, stroking it in a way that made Henry grunt despite himself.

Henry’s back arched involuntarily, his body betraying him as he fought to suppress any reaction. It was as if something dark had taken control of him, his will no longer be his own.

Diois pulled away from Henry’s mouth, lowering his lips to Henry’s chest. His tongue teased Henry’s nipple, drawing a small moan that escaped before Henry could stop it.

"That’s it," Diois murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Moan for me. Say my name and burn it into your mind. I’m the only one who will fuck you from now on—you belong to me."