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.CHAPTER 14.
A FOUNTAIN OF flowers.
A mountainous fountain of flowers. Pharaonic. Massive. Enormous. Sreya couldn't put the colossal stone-like figure in front of her into words. She just knew it was gigantesque. And beautiful.
Someone had to remind her to never put anything past Xaver Kirkgarde. The man never kept things minimum. Max. was his default and it was going to take her a while to get used to it. "A while" could mean seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years or fucking forever. But right now, she was in awe and she couldn't even hide it.
The fountain had four steps. Each step was round, large circles with internal cavities. Wide hollows. Connected longitudinally with a vertical stand one can refer to as a shaft, the sizes differed greatly with the first step being the largest and the last step at the top being the smallest. Each wide circle had beautiful small train-like flowers draped over their round edges, almost as if they were pouring int
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YEARS OF PRACTICE and her hands still shook.Brain Tumor. Craniotomy. Skull base surgery.Making a small skin incision on the bald scalp of a fourty-five year old George Furham, Dronian lifted skin, subcutaneous layers and muscle off bone and peeled it back. A week before, Furham had undergone several tests including electrocardiogram and chest X-ray. Consent forms were signed, paperwork completed and his medical history (allergies, previous surgeries, anesthesia reactions) was investigated.Earlier, Sreya had gone forward with the common administration of general anaesthesia. Once asleep, his head was placed in a 3-pin skull fixation device, which was ceremoniously attached to the table and held his head in position for the procedure. Also, a lumbar drain aiding the removal of cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) was inserted in the patient's lower back. This allowed the patients brain to relax during the entire procedure.5 Aminolevulinic Acid, 5-ALA, was th
SINFUL SENSATIONS .CHAPTER 16.
FACIAL EXPRESSION GIVING absolutely nothing away, Xaver spoke, cyan eyes blazing with unbearable heat it scorched her, "Fine. You want to know what I want? I want to tug your hair loose from its ponytail and bury my fingers in your curls as I teach you how to submit to me with your tongue. I want to bring you chocolate as brown as your eyes in bed and feed you strawberries with my mouth. I want to have random sex in dusty storerooms while the cleaner does laundry in the next room. I want to watch you writhe and buck beneath me before you come"Sweet Jesus. Sreya was drenched. She'd sat very still when he'd begun talking and now she didn't dare move. Her core throbbed as painfully vivid pictures painted by his words flipped through her brain like a picture album. Needing to ease herself a little, Sre pressed her legs together lightly, clenching her thighs as sharp pleasure stabbed her lower belly. The action had her drawing a sharp breath, her breathing qui
SINFUL SENSATIONS .CHAPTER 17.
STEAM. SKIN. WATER.The shower is the best place to think. Except you're not privileged with the delicacy of choosing your own thoughts. It's like your brain doles out the worst scenarios. Placing it front of the slide on purpose just to torment you and right now, as scenes of Sre and Xaver's car porno flashed through her mind, she doubted if a jab from Lucifer's pitchfork on her arm would sting as much as her thoughts did.Sighing, Sreya turned off the water and grabbed a towel, proceeding to wipe her damp flesh dry. Threading barefoot, she walked the short distance from the bathroom to her bed and was about to curl herself beneath her duvet when she heard a crashing noise downstairs. Loud enough to scare her. Loud enough to stir her neighbour's cat.Grabbing her red robe, she sheathed her naked body and snatched the hockey stick behind her bedroom door. She'd forgotten to put it in the store room and was glad she hadn't.
SINFUL SENSATIONS .CHAPTER 18.
A geriatric leaking ceiling. Rusty water pipes. Religious wallpapers. Hanging crucifixes. A small Bible with yellowed pages. A handmade crown of thorns. Dim candles. The stagnant smell of bleach, lust and charred flesh. A now empty table where the last victim had been housed...A woman's throaty moans pierced the air. A man's deep grunts reverberated, balancing the woman's shrill pleas, levelling her gasps. The religious fanatic was touching himself now. His sharp eyes trained on the video playing on his desktop as his calloused palms stroked his engorged member with vigour. His grotesque pale skin, marred with scars the number of stars was coated in sweat that seemed to catch the light from the candles and sparkle. She'd been distracted. They'd been in the kitchen. He'd set the cameras. Now he watched.He watch
SINFUL SENSATIONS .CHAPTER 19.
"SO HE'S ENGAGED"Sreya groaned loudly as she buried her face in her palms. She already felt bad and her mom's disapproving glare wasn't helping."Ugh. I know, I know. He's taken. But I didn't mean for it to happen...."Freya shot her daughter a look, "I know you, Sreya. You don't do something unless you want to".They were seated across each other in the kitchen. A pouting Sreya in her signature red robe, black curls tousled and wild. Her elbows were propped up on the counter, shoulders drooping as Freya voiced her disapproval. She looked like a ten year old at a candy store being told she can't have any candy.Then quietly, "Okay, I wanted to, but—"Her mother raised a manicured finger, "Tah tah tah tah tah. No buts. You're better than that. Just because you have a thing for Ice cream doesn't mean you should lick them all just because they breathe and smell nice. Have a corn chip instead".Sreya made a whiny sound.
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GLASS CYAN EYES watched slender fingers turn the leaves of a book; once.Twice.Thrice.The cool blue orbs ceased their study of the phalanges and moved on to the slim soft arch that denoted the wrist, down the forearm, arm, the sheathed curve of the shoulder girdle, neck and then the facial muscles of their owner.Thick mass of curly jet-black hair was pulled up in a messy bun with stray curls framing a soft angular face. Forehead creased into a frown, chocolate brown eyes stayed glued to a creamy coloured page, its words filtered through slightly large reading glasses slipping down to rest on the bridge of its owner's nose.Xaver wondered how anyone could look so fucking beautiful by 9 in the morning."Adding 'laxity' to Sreya Dronian's long list of fascinating attributes. Check", he announced loudly.Unceremoniously startled, Sre's body jerked , the act
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SINFUL SENSATIONS .CHAPTER 22.
A ONE HOUR dance practice for the wedding. And Xaver wasn't the least bit interested yet his Black Bugatti was smoothly pulling up in the parking lot.Passing through the entrance to the building, he tugged his tie loose and made quick work of removing his suit jacket, the frown on his forehead deepening a notch. Might as well get shit done with.The building was as large as a warehouse with the inscription "R. Dargenti Studio" boldly suspended above. The walls were a warm mix of nude and a deep brown. The Dargentis were as influential as they were Proud. Just like the Kirkgardes, their's was old money. A family business started years ago when Rosita Dargenti, a single mother of two, broke and helpless, discovered her love for dancing and choreography. An art which her children and those after them also seemed to take an interest to. I mean, who wouldn't when they were making that much bank.The Dargenti
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