KristoffTwenty minutes later, as I consult my watch impatiently, wondering if I should go up and get her myself, Titania strolls down the hallway into the living room. I see she's picked out a black, thin, spaghetti-strapped dress that stops just above her knee and cool wedge slippers. Her face is dry, but her lips are shimmering with gloss, her roundish head framed by her beautiful, black hair that she's tied back into a neat bun. It gets a little hard to sit still as I want to make her turn around so badly and get a good view of her arse, which I'm damn sure is barely hidden by the tight dress that accentuates her soft curves and tits. Even without the slightest makeup, she's still fucking gorgeous. Without even trying to impress me, she still has my cock in a chokehold.She shivers as my eyes roam down her tits to her knees, then back up to her face, a crooked smile working its way up my face. Ally comes out from the kitchen and wordlessly takes the tray of fruits I've barely touc
KristoffWe stay a while in traffic without any conversation afterward. Titania sits, rigid, as my hands roam over her knees, squeezing her inner thighs, my eyes on her face, testing her. She shuts her eyes, holding her breath, clenching and unclenching her fists. A car hoots behind us and I rev up the engine, meandering down the road, Bloom's Bazaar's familiar tower looming straight up ahead, causing my stomach to churn with fright.My fear comes alive and I almost turn back, but something stops me. I don't know what it is, but I'm sure it's not just Titania. It's something nagging at the back of my mind, urging me to keep driving and don't stop, and I don't try to argue with it. My knuckles turn white as I grip the steering wheel harder, whirling past black, huge gated mansions spread farther and farther out as I approached Bloom Bazaar. Titania's eyes sift across the road, attentive. I get a feeling she's trying to figure out where exactly we are, or perhaps, memorizing the road.M
TitaniaIt feels like weeks before I hear Kristoff's firm footfalls as he approaches my designated room. After the guard left, I'd taken a cursory glance around, my skin crawling at how horribly effeminate everything looked. The bedroom was essentially pink-themed, which gave me a hint that Kristoff must've been preparing for this visit since the moment he struck the deal.Before the door creaks open, I straighten, reaching for my coat quickly and wrapping it around me. I glance up at him, his hard, smoky gaze that was unreadable. He's the epitome of power; strong like an inferno. His beautiful black suit is gone and is now replaced with blue beach shorts and a white T-shirt with all the buttons popped open, displaying the dark, inked tattoos on his broad, hairless chest. His forearms were covered in tattoos as well, and now as he flexes them, I can't seem to look away.This is it. What I've been mentally preparing myself ever since we got here. I try to convince myself that I'm not a
Titania"It doesn't make sense," I mutter, shaking my head. "Why me? I bet you can get any other girl you want to do your bidding without even having to lift a finger. They'll be willing to even have your baby. What do you want from me? Please, tell me,"He watches stiffly as I force a piece of meat into my mouth, chewing slowly, his eyes fixed on my face - my lips. He grins mischievously, tilting his head to the side."You told me you could do anything as well, and I'm taking you up on that. In return, your uncle stays with his legs. Simple.""Why do you make me walk around with nothing underneath?" I scowl. "That's psychotic.""That's not even half of what I have in mind for you, and I'm even being lenient. I'd prefer to have you walk around the house with basically nothing on. No slippers, no dress, no jewelry, no panties. Just you."I scrunch my face in disgust, pushing my chair back to lean far away from him in case he decides to get handsy. Which is ridiculous because I'm practi
TitaniaI struggle to pull away but my body's gone cold. Instead of pushing against his chest, my palms flatten on them lightly, while he wraps his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer, his tongue thrusting past my teeth, his dark eyes vibrant, watching me as our lips move in sync. It's a bit awkward but phenomenal. The softness of his lips was one I never imagined. It's such a lovely contrast to the rough way he's humping our bodies together, his stubble scratching my chin. Such a contrast to his hard, unreadable eyes. Such a contrast to everything bad this man stands for.Tentatively, I get bolder and take his bottom lip between mine, tasting the grilled meat we had earlier. The smell of his cologne intoxicates my senses, sending fine little butterflies swirling out of my gut. I bit his bottom lip, melting onto him.“Titania,” he whispers, groaning as he rides his hardness roughly against my thigh. I shudder at how massive and thick it feels. Goodness knows I'l
Kristoff Two hours later, I sigh in contentment as I meander down the road, toward town. Titania is seated beside me, looking out of the window, dried tear streaks at the corner of her eyes, her cologne poignant in the enclosed space. I still have her smell on me, feel her pussy on my dick. It was even more pleasurable than I expected, and she was so damn tight — a perfect fit — I'd even thought she was a virgin. And to think that she wanted it too. Her body was comfortingly receptive and aroused from the first moment I touched her. I am not the devil she thinks I am. The thing is, Patrick must've suppressed her wild desires all these years. She loves it when I corner her. When I chase after her and insist on taking what I want. She loves it when I don't back down, but she's just too stubborn to admit the truth. But anyways, her lips and pussy don't lie. Her mouth may speak a different language, but her body certainly doesn't. My phone starts ringing loudly, through the Bluetooth sp
KristoffThe two bodyguards always on standby at Jojo's door bow curtly and murmur their greetings when I approach, my footfalls echoing loudly against the corridor walls. They drew the huge, brown, double doors open and I walk into the office space, spotting William almost immediately, seated before Jojo who had a gun pointed at him. Salvatore's men — two of them, which William had brought along with him had their guns up as well, targeted Jojo and Pete. Seems like the situation is much direr than I initially thought."What the hell is going on here?" I boom, slicing through the palpable tension. None of the men moves to acknowledge my presence, nor Pete and JoJo, who are engaged in a fierce staring-down battle with William. "Uncle? What's the meaning of this?"For a full minute or two, William sits calmly, then rises slowly, whirling around to face me, his lips curling into a wide smirk. I clench my fists, wanting nothing but to rip his tongue out and step on it. Soon, old man. Your
TitaniaWhen Pete pulls up in front of the house, I hurry out without waiting for Kristoff to open the door, or instruct me to go down. He seems disturbed, and troubled, and after what happened at Boom Bazaar, my hate for him has only increased. Something must've altered his mood back at the club. Something sinister. I don't want to ask because it's not my business, and I don't want to know. I love the fact that, like me, he can't have peace of mind. He deserves all the fucking ghosts and skeletons littering his closet, plaguing his life.I brush past Ally who stands by the door with her face impassive. Rushing up the stairs, I throw myself on the bed and start weeping, the soreness between my legs intensifying as I cry. It's painful. It had been painful. And he didn't stop. I hadn't wanted him to stop. I enjoyed it, and that's what makes me hurt the most.I hear Ally now as she comes up the stairs slowly. Not wanting her to see me in this state, I burrow deep into the sheets, clampin