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Klaus was seated on amongst the high twelve, because he was the head of the table. By his right hand was Markus Dane, his best friend and brother, as it ought to be. In the dark field, under the blood red moon that settled in the sky that rested above all their heads, Klaus's ears paid attention to the eerie whistling of the wings of the night, and the rustling of the trees, the sound of gossip amongst plants. He was not supposed to keep his ears on the plants and birds, but he would rather do that than listen to the gibberish that was being melted out by members of the lower twelve that were seated around their round table. He had rushed out of the house immediately Markus told him there was a looming uproar, and he has thought that it would be for a noble and wise cause. Perhaps he would have stayed at home if he knew the men were just here to melt out the frustration of their bruised egos. Klaus had rolled his eyes more times than he could count, and every time he did so, Markus
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Arabella scrubbed beneath the pans and pots as she stared absentmindedly out of the window. She thought about the previous, how her master had made love to her ever so eagerly. Flashes... stimulating and erotic ones flashed through her mind. She heaved a sigh time and time again as she thought of him and the dream she had seen.She did not want to think about it, the heavens knew she did not. But her mind would not let her rest, it had other plans for her. She continued to ask herself if all she had seen was all because of the fear of her uncle's revelation, or just like seeing her uncle, the dream was a warning. She turned off the faucet and wiped her hands on her apron as she picked up the plates and resumed arranging them into their racks and stacks. She had to make lunch after she was done, Mrs George had not resumed yet. Arabella's eyes narrowed on the plate rack as she took note of the fact that the woman was starting to resume work rather late these days. She was going to ma
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Arabella did not think he would be able to affect her ever so easily.He was her master, and her stomach often trembled the moment he opened his mouth to speak. It was for that same reason she found herself in the room, changing her maid uniform into a regular dress. She changed into a yellow and white floral patterned silk dress and stepped out of the room. She walked down the stairs to the kitchen and carried her meal to the dining table, where she had decided she would be eating alone. It was a pity her master and his friend did not join her. She rather thought she would have had a good time eating a meal with the both of them – most especially her master’s new friend. She knew it was none of her business, but she often wondered why she seldom saw him ever since she had come here. Arabella placed her hand on her chin and continuously twirled her spaghetti in her fork as she ate absentmindedly. It was not until she heard the sound of the door of the living room open and close
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She was pressed against his table with her chest, the right side of her cheek kissed the mahogany desk. The hem of her dress now rested above her waist, leaving nothing but her round bare ass in a thong to his view. Klaus smiled and his tongue grazed his lower lip at the sight. He knew exactly how she had gotten to that point. He had moved to her, pushing past his desk and his right arm cupped her thin waist. She could hear the sound of her heart thrumming in her chest, the sound pleasured him, elevated his pride. He pulled her further into his arms, so close she could breathe in the very air he let out, and he could drink in the scent of her breath, of her hair, the scent of her arousal. He knew she was already wet in her panties and dry in her throat.Klaus lowered his lips to Arabella's, but he tasted the skin of her right cheek first, he traveled to her left chin and few inches below her lower lip. He sucked in a deep breath when she muttered something about how badly she need
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They ate the rest of their meal in silence as Arabella did not think it was necessary to speak, especially as her master was eerily quiet as well. She stayed quiet and kept her eyes down as she munched on her juicy pasta and sauce. All the while, she continued to think of all the possible things he could have said and done to the man who has served them. She knew that her master could take things overboard sometimes, especially when it had to do with her. What she did not know was why. Why did he seem to lose his head whenever she was smiling at another man? Why did unbearable jealousy ooze from him whenever another man showered her with attention and she sunk in it? All these were questions she knew only he could answer. She could only speculate and come to conclusions, but Arabella was not sure she wanted to do any of that, especially as her master happened to be one of the most complicated people she had ever met. The most daring, and the most breathtaking. He was the first to
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Arabella continued to gulp hard as she sat beside Klaus. He had climbed into the car and taken one long look at her, but she could barely turn to look at him. She kept her eyes straight ahead and continuously tucked her lower lip underneath her teeth to stop her lips from quivering. When it was not enough to stop her shivering, she locked her fingers together in front of her palm and kept her jaw clenched and kept her eyes on the road. Her entire body felt as cold as ice. Her teeth continued to grind against each other, and the air conditioner in the car did not make issues any better. She had tried so hard to return her breathing to its original pattern, but it seemed almost impossible to do so. As though he had noticed her sour mood, her master stretched his right hand to touch her left. He squeezed her palm softly, and that was when she felt the first bit of warmth melt the ice that had frozen her spine. He did not take his hands off her and continued to stroke her skin of her
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