His Possession To Claim

Warning: Mature content.

"What do you mean you lost her?"

A calm voice which carried a chilling author questioned. Its owner, a stunning woman with ocean-blue eyes, pale skin, and rosy lips, sat imperiously on a crimson chaise. Her legs were crossed, and her piercing glare fixated on the man kneeling before her. She took a long drag on the cigarette to her lips, inhaling deeply, letting the burn coil through her nerves before exhaling a slow, smoky breath.

'I gave you four men," she continued, her tone razor-sharp. "Or rather, you chose four men—your supposed best —to handle a simple task, claiming they'd get the job done without any complications." Her eyes remained closed, but the storm of fury radiating from her was palpable.

"And yet," she snapped, placing the cigarette into an ashtray and rising from her seat with lethal grace, "you failed. Four of your so-called best couldn't handle a small, weak, unarmed girl. What am I supposed to make of that?"

The man kneeling before her–Scar–trembled slightly, though his bloodied face betrayed no outward reaction. Beside him was another survivor, his clothes soaked in crimson, his unseeing eyes staring aimlessly into the void—a cruel result of his recent encounter. He was the sole survivor among his team, the one who had begged for mercy. His trembling body was evidence of the terror he'd endured. His trembling hands fidgeted as he stammered a reply.

"Ma'am, we tried… but… some men–I don't know who they were… they barged in. They were no ordinary men. They… lifted us without breaking a sweat. They killed two of us. We couldn't find Tali 'the lanky one', either. He might've gotten away. I swear, we tried, but…"

"Tried?" Her voice was velvet laced with venom. She began circling him like a predator cornering its prey. "Are you trying to tell me she said, tilting her head in mock curiosity, "that these mysterious men just happened to interrupt while you were doing your job? Or… ?" She leaned closer, her tone sweetly deceptive. "...while you were indulging in your twisted little games?"

He gulped hard, the tension suffocating him. "We… decided to have fun with her," he admitted weakly. "But she escaped. So, we chased after her…"

*Bang!*

The room echoed with the deafening crack of a gunshot. A single bullet tore through the man's skull, his gasp cut short as his lifeless body slumped forward.

"Bullshit,' she hissed, firing again.

*Bang!*

Another shot drove into his corpse, her rage unsatisfied.

"All of it–absolute bullshit!" She spat the words like poison before shifting her attention to Scar. He knelt motionless, his face unreadable, though his knuckles whitened from his clenched fists. She moved closer, pressing the cold barrel of the gun to his temple.

"When I give an order, Scar," she whispered, her voice dripping with menace, "I expect it done without delay. You know how much I loathe excuses."

Her finger teased the trigger, she pulled the trigger causing Scar to flinch as he opened his eyes.

*Bang!*

The sound of thunder outside amplified the tension

The shot struck the guard dog stationed at the door. It howled in agony, collapsing into a pool of its own blood, its pitiful cries fading as it gasped for air, before he breathed his last breath giving up the ghost, silence reclaimed the room.

But this made Scar look at her in utter disgust, his eyes, a flicker of fury flashing within.

"I'll spare you–for now," she said, her lips curling into a sinister smile. "But don't mistake this for mercy."

She grabbed his collar, yanking him to his feet before shoving him onto the massive king-size bed that dominated the dimly lit room. The space was bathed in soft red hues, the walls adorned with velvet drapes, and the flickering light of a lone chandelier cast shadows that danced like phantoms.

She stood over him, her wine-red dress clinging to her figure. Slowly, she reached for the zipper at her back, sliding it down in one fluid motion. The dress pooled at her waist, revealing her bare skin to the dim light. Her eyes burned with lust, undeterred by the storm raging outside.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling him with predatory grace, her hands curling around his neck. "Open," she commanded, her voice devoid of warmth.

Scar obeyed without hesitation as he parted his lips. Her bare chest pressed against him as she guided herself to his mouth, her nipple brushing his lips. She let out a throaty moan as he suckled her in with fervor, his tongue working against her sensitive flesh.

Her moans grew louder, a stark contrast to the pounding rain outside. His hands slid up her back, tracing her curves as his mouth lavished equal attention on both of her breasts.

"Scar," she breathed, her voice thick with desire.

In one swift move, Scar ripped her dress and underwear away, leaving only the front piece hanging precariously and any movement could live her totally naked and that was what she did. She stood briefly, unfastening his belt and tugging his pants down, freeing his manhood from the confines of his clothing. Her fingers brushed against his length, eliciting a sharp inhale.

She returned to the bed straddling him, lowering herself onto him in one smooth motion. Her head fell back, a cry of ecstasy escaping her lips as he filled her completely. Before she could move, Scar flipped her onto her stomach, pressing her chest into the mattress. He lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder, the position leaving her utterly exposed to him.

Without pause, he thrust into her, earning a scream that echoed through the room. Her nails clawed at the sheets as he withdrew only to slam back into her with unrelenting force.

"Faster," she demanded breathlessly, her voice laced with both agony and ecstasy. She always liked it rough with very little foreplay, and if not satisfied, the punishment that came with it was unimaginable.

Scar had gotten used to this because the boss lady always took it out on rough sex when she had a bad day, it just seemed to calm her down.

Scar obeyed, his pace becoming almost brutal as he ravaged her walls. The bed creaked beneath them, the air thick with the mingling sounds of their bodies and her cries of pleasure. Her walls clenched around him, and with a final scream, she came undone.

Still, Scar didn't stop. He drove into her mercilessly, his own release building. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he channeled every ounce of his rage and hatred into his movements. His fibres were on fire but all he could see were all the suffering, pains he had gone through, he continued pounding relentlessly into her, living no room for her get comfortable as she screamed and writhed beneath him cumming all over.

Moments later, he reached his climax. Just as he was about to release, she shoved him off with surprising strength. He fell to the floor, clutching unto his lengthas his release spilled across the rug.

Before he could catch his breath, a sharp fist collided with his jaw. He looked up with rage in his eyes.

"Don't you ever try that again," she snarled. Her voice was cold steel, her eyes blazing.

"I don't want your filthy seed in me," she spat, turning her back to him.

She strode to the door, grabbing her discarded dress as she barked her final order:

"Finish off his family." She was referring to his comrade's family who she had eliminated moments ago. With that, she disappeared into the shadows, leaving Scar crumpled on the floor, hatred burning in his eyes.