Chapter 110 Chapter 110

Chapter 110 Chapter 110
Chapter 110
Tanakorn’s POV
I suddenly saw an evil smirk on his face as he looked down at the men.
The guys were bleeding on the ground, completely terrified. They started pleading for mercy, crying out and saying they will never make such a move again, but Krit didn't care. He just glared at them with cold eyes. “You should have thought about that before laying your ugly and sinful hands on my boyfriend ,” he growled.
My heart was racing. Is he going to kill him?
I couldn't just stand there anymore. I called his name, my voice shaking. “Krit, please stop. You are scaring me.”
He didn’t hear me. He was completely lost in his rage. Seeing no other choice, I rushed forward and suddenly hugged him from behind, burying my face in his back and begging him. “Baby please stop.”
I gently raised him up, pulling him back from the bloody mess. Yes, I was scared of him right now, but he was still my lover. He stood up for me, and everything he just did, no matter how brutal it was for me. Over his shoulder, I quickly gave the guys a sign to run off. They didn't hesitate, dragging themselves up and scrambling away into the dark alley.
The moment they ran, Krit turned around. Those scary eyes looked right at me, and the sheer intensity of his gaze made me stagger backward.
“The beast in me has awakened,” He said, his voice deep and dark. “And you are the first one to control me to stop.”
I stared at him, my mind spinning. I don't understand what he was saying. Does he mean he needed me? Huh?
Before I could even think, he moved closer to me, his heavy steps trapping me. He pinned me hard against the wall. He leaned down, smelling my neck deeply, making me shiver. Then, his hand moved up to choke my neck lightly, gripping just enough to hold me still as he began kissing me roughly, his lips bruising mine.
He pulled back just a fraction, his hot breath brushing against my ear as he whispered, “I need you to cool me off, little master!!.”
We got to our lodge, and my heart was still thumping loudly in my chest. I was still so scared. He walked over and sat down on the bed. Looking at him right now, he looked so different. It felt like I was looking at another version of him entirely, someone dangerous and unknown.
Slowly, he reached into his pocket and brought out a rare cigar. He pulled out a match box, striking a match that lit up his dark eyes for a second before he lit the cigar. He took a long, deep drag, the smoke curling around his face, and then he looked straight at me.
The fear and the excitement were completely mixing together inside me. I slowly took off my shirt, letting it drop to the floor, and walked over to the bed. I leaned down, and he pulled me into a smoking kiss. It was incredibly hot—he blew the warm, thick cigar smoke right into my mouth as our lips crashed together. The taste of the rare cigar and his tongue completely overwhelmed my senses, and I realized I kind of liked this feeling. It was thrilling.
He was being so big and rough tonight, way more dominating than he usually was. Without a word, he grabbed me and turned me around on the bed, pushing me face down. He started kissing my back roughly, his lips biting into my skin, and I let out a loud moan in reaction. He marked me as expected, leaving dark bruises all over my shoulders.
Then, he turned me over again, his eyes looking down at me. With just one quick, smooth move, he pulled off my belt and used it to tie my hands together tightly above my head. Next, he brought out a soft linen material and wrapped it around my face, blindfolding my eyes completely.
Everything went black. I couldn’t see him anymore, but because of that, I felt absolutely everything so much more.
He leaned down, kissing my face gently before his hand wrapped around my throat, choking on my neck lightly. Then, I felt him move down my body. He pulled off my shorts, and a second later, I felt his warm mouth on my dick, sucking me so good. I moaned so loudly into the empty room, my hips twitching.
Before I could even recover, he crawled back up, holding my tied hands above my head to lock me in place, and thrusted straight into me in one hard motion. He turned me onto my side, thrusting none stop. I was completely helpless, unable to hold him or push him away, completely at his mercy as he filled me up over and over.
Finally, he pulled me up, making me ride him right there on the bed. My hands were still tied but his head in between my hands making me balance entirely on his lap. He held my waist tightly, thrusting up into me harder and faster, I rode faster and then I felt his hand wrapped around my neck again going more harder making me scream out his name as the room spun in the darkness.
The next morning, I could barely even move. My entire body was aching so badly from how rough he had been. I lay there in the quiet room, a lot of thoughts suddenly running through my head. What if Krit is not even who I thought he was? Or could it be he was just really angry last night?
Before I could figure it out, I felt a soft kiss on my shoulder.
“Good morning, little master,” he murmured against my skin. “Good morning, love.”
He trailed kisses up to my neck, biting gently. “Seems you like it dark and rough,” he whispered right into my ear.
Before I could even open my mouth to talk, he suddenly shifted and thrusted right into me from the side without any warning. I gasped out loud as he held my neck, fucking me hard right there in the morning light. He didn't slow down at all, leaning in to whisper against my lips, “I love how you calm me.”
A few moments later, after we were done, he carefully carried me up to a sitting position on the bed because I was in so much pain. He had a small smile on his face, clearly enjoying what he had done to me, but then his expression completely changed. He suddenly acted like a total baby, pouting his lips.
“I’m sorry I was rough, my little master,” he said softly, looking at me with puppy eyes. “Tell me anything you want, and I'll get it for you.”
“Go to hell,” I muttered, though my face was completely red as I pushed him away.
A few days later, our vacation was coming to an end, and we were sitting out on the deck enjoying the fresh mountain air. He suddenly reached into his pocket and brought out a small, elegant box. Inside were two beautiful, matching rings. He looked at me with those warm and charming eyes making my heart skip a beat all over again.