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
KristoffWith my earphones propped on, I silently bob to the music as I run faster on the treadmill. It's a little past four, exactly six hours since I got back from Domi Sotto, and still, I can't think of a suitable way to bring William to book. I can't think of anything with which to use against him, and I feel that my relationship with Jojo will be strained because of this. A lot of things are so messed up, and I can't stop thinking of what would happen if my rivals got to know that I have a weakness after all — the niece of my enemy — and that she's holding me back from making logical, thoughtful decisions.I need to get rid of this obsession. I need to get rid of it fast. She's ruining me gradually, without having to lift a single finger.Damn you, Titania.As though I'm not having a bad day enough, Ally taps my shoulder out of the blue, startling me. I slow down considerably and jump off the treadmill, breaking my fall with my knees. She gasps, stepping away from me, the white p
KristoffIt's half past seven before I finally come out of my room — the exact same time Titania comes out of hers. Our eyes lock, and the brown, calf-hair scarf around her delicate neck falls. Swallowing hard, she doesn't take her eyes off me as she bends to pick it back up, and sling it around her neck once more, wringing her fingers together nervously.My gaze sweeps over the light pink strapless dress she's wearing. It's the right fit, stopping just above her knees, and showing off her lean, shapely legs. Her lip buds are coated with the same pink shade as the dress she has on, and she's pulled her dark curls back, securing them into a curt bun.She's stunning. I want to tell her that but the words are stuck deep in my throat, stubborn. I raise my eyes back up to meet hers and see fear. She's watching me like I'm a beast who's got her cornered and might pounce on her any minute now.Strangely, that makes me feel...shitty. Why do I feel shitty? I love having her squirm. I get off o
TitaniaI don't know how long I've been in the shower. It doesn't feel like days, but still, it feels long enough. Underneath the water trickling down, I keep my head low, letting the water stream down to the very root while I try to scrub my skin off Kristoff's touch and smell. It's been hours and nothing seems to be working. I feel his touch on my skin, stronger than ever. For the first time, I don't understand my body. I don't understand why it is drawn to the villain's touch. Because Kristoff is the enemy, and I hate to admit that I feel safe in his arms. Somehow, I've only grown to trust him a little too much than I should.I should run away. Evade his tactics. But in this chessboard of survival, I feel like his queen. All my life I've never felt that way.I don't belong to anyone. I don't crave human touch. I don't like being oppressed or forced to do stuff against my own will. I enjoy my own company, and once in a while, when the need arises to sleep with someone, I always ensu
Titania“You don't venture into the beast's lair unarmed, Titania,”“You won't hurt me.”Drawing the door shut, I stand still for a few minutes, letting my eyes adjust to the calming darkness. Kristoff stands butt-naked right in front of me, rummaging through the numerous files on his table for something. I take a step forward, just in time to catch him slipping a pill into his mouth — his blue eyes shimmering as he chews slowly.“You do drugs too?” I ask incredulously, setting the milk packet on the corner of the huge mahogany desk. He grunts and then turns away from me fully.“I'm a mafia don, Titania. Don't forget that.”“Yes. But...”“You shouldn't be out of bed by this time. It's late. Get going now,” he shoos me like I'm some bug.I take another step forward toward him, all too happy to defy his orders. His eyes crinkle as he watches me, a hint of amusement on his lips. There's something in his eyes that I recognized a few minutes back. Something I could relate to, on a deeper l
TitaniaI wake up a little after four. It's early dawn, and the dull moonlight streaming in through the window slants has morphed to dark purple. Kristoff has his arms around my waist protectively, his breath fanning the hairs on my neck — his cock probing my hole, hoarded off by the thin fabric of my lingerie. He's semi-hard, and now as I twist around in his arms to face him, I curl a hand around his shaft, stroking the tip, while watching his face closely for a reaction. He barely moves for a millisecond, but when I go further down and grab his balls, his piercing blue eyes flutter open — the storm and lust in them making my stomach churn.“What do you think you're doing, princess?” he rasps drowsily. I don't expect him to move away, or try to scold me, because I'm aware that this is what he wants. If there's anything I've noticed, it's that Kristoff enjoys sex. And fuck, I'm so horny and thirsty for another phenomenal experience with him that I can't wait till he's ready to have me
Kristoff'It's a little after eight in the morning when I stir awake, my head hot and throbbing — mouth dry. I don't bother stretching a hand to check the other side of the bed to see if Titania is still asleep, because I know she's not. She slipped out of the room a few moments ago, clutching her lingerie.Last night was the first time I slept next to a woman without any sexual intent in a long while. It normally goes one of both ways — either I can't control myself and we end up staying up all night, fucking like wild rabbits, or I slip away in the middle of the night, downstairs, to sleep on the couch. But last night, I slept soundlessly, spooning her from behind. When she curled her fist around my dick, I was surprised. I knew she loathed me, knew she wanted anything more than to sleep next to me, but I couldn't explain this new direction she was headed. For once, I didn't know what she had going on in that head of hers.Now, as I re-evaluate the events of the night with my eyes h
TitaniaIt's a little after two before I manage to peel myself off the bed, drawing my butt backward to rest my back on the headboard. I groan as I place a hand on my forehead, my skin piping hot. Thanks to the cold weather caused by the rain last night, I'm coming down with a slight fever. My entire body aches and my mouth is sour. A knock sounds on the door, just as I'm about to stand and go into the bathroom to wash my face.I crane my head forward. “Who is it?”“It's me, miss. Ally.”I shut my eyes in relief. The last person I really needed to see right now is Kristoff. After what happened last night, I figure I need to stay away from him. It's the only way he can't affect me or toy with my emotions. “Come in, Al.”She pulls open the door gently, and peers through, beaming at me. “I've been here before, but you were asleep, ma'am. How are you?”“Ugh, do I have to spell it out?” I wince, plopping down on my back with a groan. “I've got a splitting headache and a bad cold.”“Oh, dea