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Arabella started with dicing the beef, just the way Mrs George had taught her that Master Klaus liked it. Well, not "taught" directly, but she did learn it from constantly watching the woman do it for her master, so she had learnt to pick it up with ease.She was making one of his favorite chicken sauces, and she could not wait for him to taste it. From where he stood outside the kitchen as she busied herself chopping onions, Arabella watched him with doe eyes, not even glancing except on occasions so as not to injure herself with the knife she was holding.His hands worked his way through his thick mass of dark hair as he walked down the stairs, and she could see that he was shirtless too.The the tattoo that stretched from his right breast to underneath his right ear was visible, and swallowing back a huge gulp of whatever Arabella noted the fact that indeed her master was one fine specimen.This man was an epitome of walking sin, and no one could compare to how sexy he was, at le
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As he watched her leave, Klaus heaved a sigh and leaned into his chair. He kept his eyes on the curve of her ass as she walked - not that he could do anything else. The girl seemed to consume his whole being whenever he was just looking at her. He watched her until she disappeared from his sight. He raised his right hand up to his face and twirled his ring around his index finger.He did have something - or someone - to attend to in the dungeon beneath the floorboards of his house. It was someone he had put off attending to in a very long time. The being still needed to be reminded of his place in the world, and Klaus was determined to remind him that very night, no other time than that night.He rose from the dining and pushed the chair away. He did not pay any mind to it, neither did he look back at it to consider putting it in its right place, his guards would do it after he was gone. He locked his hands behind his back and kept his head up, his dark eyes straight on the path that
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The sun crept in through the window blinds, and she turned in her sleep to block her face from the severity of the sun rays. Once she had turned her back to the window and the scorching sun focused on the skin of her back instead of the skin of her face, she heaved a sigh and started to open her eyelids slowly.When her eyes were fully opened, she did find herself in her room. She recognized the bedsheets she lay on top and the sight of the towel that hung on the door in front of her. She heaved a sigh and started to rise from bed.There was no one in the room with her, she was alone, all alone. Yet, she could feel a strong presence around her, as though she was not alone at all. She knew it was because her master spent the night with her.Yes, his scent that enveloped the room was more than enough to give him away.She could recall herself passing out against the kitchen counter with his dick still inside her. A small smile formed on her face and she made her way to climb down from th
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With a smile on her face, Arabella continued to push the trolley in her hands forward as she walked past the sardine fish section of the supermarket. She still managed to keep the smile on her face, even though she was yet to see EXACTLY what she wanted. There was a particular specie that made her sandwich so much better, but they did not seem to have it in this supermarket, which has to be an irony, seeing as the supermarket was the largest in the city, and the second largest and most popular in the state. Tired, she picked just any sardine she found and added it into the trolley with the rest of her other items. She was almost done. All she had to do left was pick up some personal items, and she would be done for the day. Once again, as she rolled her trolley to the counter, she got the queasy feeling in her stomach. It had started from the moment she walked into the restaurant, and it felt as though someone was watching her from the shadows, someone she could not see. The thou
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Both she and the guards watched as her uncle stomped away. She swallowed hard, fighting to keep her breath still. His words continued to resonate in her head, and what frightened her the most was the conviction with which he spoke - like he meant every word that was coming out from his mouth. He spoke as a man who was determined to find her and make a mess out of her life. He was not going to let her go Scot free so easily, that one truth was what she knew. "Do you know him?" One of the guards asked, and Arabella turned sharply to look at him. Her eyes were widened in shock by his question at first, but she suddenly caught herself and shook her head vehemently. She could not tell the guards that she knew him, she did not know what he would do with the information she was about to give him. "No. Uhmm, I do not know who he is. He just found me on the alley way and decided to grip me. I have no business with him." She realized she had said much more than what was needed, because the
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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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While Arabella sat on her bed in silence, Klaus sat beside her and massaged her shoulders gently with his hands. She was seated up, while he stood behind her and worked his hands down and up her shoulders continuously. He saw her sigh and felt her relax whenever his hands brushed the back of her neck. He noted it as her "sweet spot", the non-sexual part of her body that brought about a reaction when touched. He continued to allow himself brush the back of her neck over and over again, and Arabella sighed softly whenever he did so. Soon, he started to see her shift on the spot she was seated. She would clear her throat, scratch the back of her head, whistle strange tunes out of the blue and clear her throat some more. Klaus also noted that she did all these while her legs were tightly crossed, the left above the right. A wry smile formed on his face as he watched her. The hairs at the back of her neck were already visible. He could feel the goosebumps on her skin, and when he looked
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