·B&P (59; Dario and Ilay)Aug 10, 2024Share****************************
KALLY'S POV
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When I couldn't laugh anymore, I straightened to catch my breath and wipe away my tears. That had been such a good laugh, but now I had to go and find that playboy wherever he was. Judging from what Ashley had spilled, I had a high chance of finding him wherever Dario was.
Did I feel betrayed? Well, no. But at least it wasn't Claire.
"See you around, or maybe never," I bid my goodbye while turning around.
"I'm not done with-"
Ashley grabbed my wrist in an attempt to tug me. An explosion of anger went off inside my chest and I whirled at her with my fist in the air.
It caught her unprepared, making it impossible to dodge it. And when it struck her jaw, her lips let out a shrill before she fell over to the side.
Her thud, her moans, and her curses all refreshed my soul and burned away the anger as I straightened throwing my hair back.
This wasn't so bad. I could now throw fists and kicks. It felt liberating, to be honest.
"I assume you two have booked a room in this hotel, right?"
"Fuck you!" She hissed massaging her jaw.
"Hand it over before I punch your lovely face again... You see, I've been with Ilay for whatever time I've been around him, and let's say that he has brought out my crazy side. So I don't mind roughing you up until you bleed through your nose and your mouth."
There were strands of fear weaving about in her eyes. Good.
"Where's your card?"
She spat on the space close to my feet but turned to grab her small purse from the rail top, all while still on the floor.
"I hope you find him dying!" Ashley hissed throwing the card to my feet.
I laughed, picking it up without paying any further attention to her. "Have a great night Ashley. I hope we'll become friends in the future."
"Fuck you!"
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Once the attendant stepped back into the elevator, my feet began moving forward, my heart pounding and my hands sweating around the key cards in both my palms.
This was crazy.
I was crazy.
Why was I in a rush to find them?
What if I walked in on them fucking?
Argh!
And yet the image of Ilay doing it with a man didn't wound me as bad as fucking another woman would. I had seen him at least twice having sex with a man(he was always the top), so this wouldn't be anything new.
The rooms on our key cards were right next to each other. This could only mean that either of them pulled some strings to accomplish it just to have a chance to see the other.
Who could it be? Ilay hadn't given off any attachments while we dined.
Dario, on the other hand, had shown his anger too much, but it now made sense.
Holding my breath, I came to a halt in front of the room Ilay and I were to share. For a good thirty seconds, I listened to the war inside my head that was going on.
Would Ilay bring his ex into our room, knowing fully well I would walk in there? But fuck! That was the person he was. I wasn't anything special and this game that we were playing was all for our mortal satisfaction.
I was fully aware that I might be catching feelings alone, but I also knew that they'd die soon enough because Ilay wasn't the type to be tied down.
Contemplating whether to unlock the door or not, the sound of something thudding against the other side of the door gave me the answer I needed. Those bastards were in there alright. Doing what? I would soon find out.
My hands were shaking with fury as I placed the card on the scanner and waited for it to unlock. Once the click came, I almost pulled off the handle in my haste to open the door.
There was some resistance on the other side, signifying that someone or something was leaning against the door.
I quickly pulled and then pushed with all my might, knocking whatever was blocking my way. Instantly, a groan made from pain came, "Fuck!" But I was already in the room.
And gawd! It was a fucking mess, just like the two men at each other's throats and fresh bruises all over their faces, hands grasping each other's collars.
This certainly wasn't the scene I was expecting. Yet, seeing Ilay with his own blood for the very first time was...exciting.
Dario made one tiny mistake, he got distracted by my presence. This gave Ilay the chance to deliver a ruthless blow on the right side of the small of his back.
I flinched while Dario gasped doubling over, his breathing disrupted by the hard punch.
Ilay stepped away from him and he crashed on the table positioned against the wall, knocking over the vase.
Another mess for the cleaners to deal with.
"Oh, hey! Wasn't expecting you this early," the devil of a man smiled as if welcoming me home sweet home. He ran the back of his hand and wiped the blood coming from his mouth.
"Ga-wd!" Dario groaned lifting his upper half from the floor, a hand pressing the area Ilay had graciously hit.
I shut the door with my heel and leaned against it smiling back at Ilay. "I see you've been busy."
"Probably."
He lifted his right hand and I caught the ring held between his fingers. "I asked you to take this and you failed. Now look what I've done." He added one of his wicked grins.
"You've beat him up because of 'his' ring?"
Ilay's grin widened to the maniacal size that both terrified and aroused me.
"Of course. I always get what I want."
I pinched the bridge of my nose closing my eyes. I obviously knew he wasn't normal, but not to this extent. "Ilay, how are we going to explain this?" I questioned sighing.
"Don't worry. He came on to me first. Isn't that right, Dario?"
I opened my eyes and Ilay's hand was pulling Dario to his knees by his hair. Only now did I notice that Ilay's zipper was open.
"Didn't you play those tricks just to suck me off? You're in luck today because the person who has been driving me crazy has just arrived. But I can't let you do it unless you please her first."
Gawd! This man.
He now wanted another free pron show? But why was my heart fluttering after hearing him tell Dario to seek my permission even though indirectly?
Shit! I was starting to dig my own grave but by bit. If this went on, I'd throw myself in it and bury what would be left of my body and soul.
"Kally?"
He released Dario, shoving him away. "Strip and get in bed!"
It was an order. One I felt I couldn't disobey or it'd be my face covered in bruises like Dario's.
This beast was terrifying. Yet I couldn't stop feeling attracted to his wickedness.
There were some shards of glass and the vase littering the floor I walked on, yet they didn't scare me as much as the man I walked past.
He didn't say or do anything to me. Just let me leave the messy scene at the door before he pulled Dario to his feet and then dragged him over to the bed.
At least only the covers were missing, probably lying somewhere around in the chaos on the floor.
I was also grateful that the sheet had no glass shards or daggers.