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KristoffI sit at a table at the farthest end, in the dark, away from the stripper stage and other tables, tapping my finger idly as I sip my whiskey and glance out the door every once in a while. Just like Jojo wanted, the room is divided into two — the stripper stage taking up a small portion with three strong, long poles installed. Three tall, beautiful, dark girls clung to them now naked, their hair flailing about, all around them. The male patrons watch, their tongues hanging out in glee like dogs, eyes skimming over every inch of the girls' hot, sexy, sweaty bodies.This afternoon, I paid Patrick a friendly visit. What happened last night between Titania and me surprised me. As well as made me furious. I can't get away from my mind that nonchalant look on her face when she told me boldly that she wasn't afraid of the dark. She's braved pain constantly and has become accustomed to it. I want to know the reason, or rather, the person responsible for causing such damage to her. It
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Kristoff“Kristoff.”“Titania.” I greet her with a curt nod, drawing back her chair for her to sit. “Welcome. Take off your coat.”She glances down at it uncertainly, her fingers trembling slightly as she hesitates for a second before sliding it over her slender shoulders and handing it over to me, her cheeks flushing scarlet. She's self-conscious, I note as I hand the coat over to Ernest. “Thank you, Ernest.” I give him a small, dismissive wave.He bows slowly then turns to walk away. I look Titania over. Just like her jacket, the black strappy dress that clung to her smaller frame is also made of shiny leather, the hem stopping just at the beginning of her hips. She looks astonishing. I squeeze her shoulder softly in approval and gesture for her to sit. She obeys, her gaze sauntering across the room, taking in the environment. I stare at her, at how she left her hair loose and it drapes thick, dark, and flaxen over her shoulders, and down her back. The beautiful curls frame her pret
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KristoffIn the comfort of my office, I watch as she sashays over to the six pairs of monitors on my desk, her shoulders more relaxed, her demeanor less formal and more open. Three pairs are focused on the club, and the other three, are on the house. Ally moves about, cleaning the kitchen, and Titania watches calmly — surprise spreading slowly on her face.I turn away and reach out to retrieve two wine glasses and a fresh new wine bottle, replacing it with the empty one I brought up carefully. I stride to the desk and place the glasses on it, pouring the wine. When I'm done, I pick one up and pass it up to her. She takes it without question, her eyes still drawn to the monitors.“I didn't know you watch the house,” she said softly, her voice barely audible but I hear it all right. Just like I hear her heart beating slowly in her chest. Her skin glows under the pale yellow bulb lights — brazen porcelain. My eyes stray over her appearance once more, noting the delicate, feminine way she
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TitaniaI sigh, drenched in perspiration, Kristoff's thrusts slowing now that he had climaxed. The door pulls open, just then, and Pete walks in briskly; Kristoff is still deep in me.I shriek, horrified, trying to cover my nudity, but my panties are somewhat stuck around my ankles and Kristoff's cum is still dripping down the back of my thighs.Pete stops in his tracks when he sees us, his eyes widening. He turns away, flushing a deep scarlet. “Uhm, my sincerest apologies, Sir.”Kristoff grunts, pulling up his pants and zipper. I feel his hand curl around the back of my neck, firm. “Did I tell you to get up?”“Huh?”He pushes me back over the desk, pinning my wrists down just above my head, his hold neither painful nor loose. I writhe, trying to free myself but it's useless. I wait, anticipating his next course of action.He grabs the hem of my dress, dragging it up, trying to expose me once again. I yell at him to let me go. To behave himself and stop embarrassing me.He leans over
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TitaniaI want revenge. I want closure. I know he's somewhere in the world, preying on other girls who have lost their voices, just like me. Who has lost the will to trust the ones around them and speak up? I want to erase those black days. To erase the painful memories. To make everything go back to how it once was. How perfectly happy Uncle Patrick and I were.Tears stream down my cheeks but I wipe them off hastily, clenching my fists by my side. No, I won't cry. I'll be strong. Hardening my face, I clean my eyes dry and take a deep breath, dressing up hastily. I move out, back into Kristoff's office, my vision blurry. Without thinking, I pick up the wine glass Kristoff left behind. There's still a little wine left, and the bottle on the table. I down the glass empty and pour myself another, and another, and another, until I can't feel my legs anymore and collapse on my back on the swivel chair, meant for guests. I sit there calmly for a long time, my nerves weak, my gaze fixed on t
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Kristoff“What the — ”My eyes widen as Titania pulls the trigger, a wary sound rolling out of the gun as she collapses. I twist away, then swiftly recall that I took away the bullets from the gun earlier, before lunging at the desk, kneeling beside her curled-up figure. “What the fucking hell do you think you're doing?!”She doesn't answer, drool pooling out the corners of her lips, her words slurred. I glance at the desk to see the empty wine bottle.Shit. Trust the alcohol to make a mess out of everything.I kick the gun farther away from us. “I told you not to touch anything. What got into you?” I ask, raising a brow, and checking her temperature. She's warm, her breathing steady, yet labored. She tries to stand but her nerves are so weak they plop down by her sides like overweight tree trunks.“Do you love her? Fuck her, as well?” she slurs.I whip out my phone, hastily punching in Ernest's number, my brows knotted together. “I don't know what you're talking about.”“Don't lie to
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KristoffIt's a little after seven before I leave my study and head downstairs for a drink of water. I hear the refrigerator being pulled open, and liquid trickling into a glass cup. Titania's dark curls are the first thing I see when I stride briskly into the kitchen, her back turned to me. She's leaning over the counter, a packet of milk by her elbow and when she hears my footfalls and whirls around to face me, I sight the makings of a sandwich close to the half-filled glass cup. “G-Good evening,” she stammers.I grin, nodding at the bathrobe she has on. “Evening. Why aren't you dressed, yet?”“Well,” she tucks a strand of wet hair behind her ear, smiling nervously. “I had no idea you were home. Thought you'd already left or something, judging by how quiet the entire house was.”I shrug. “I was in my study.”She nods. “Nice. Not to be an ingrate, but I don't really like the clothes you had Ally stuff in for me in the wardrobe. If you don't mind, I have some nice dresses I'd like to
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TitaniaKristoff blinks, his lips parted, yet his eyes betray nothing close to shock as I had anticipated. For once, I wish they do, though. I want to know his first impression of me on this. I want to know what he's thinking. What he thinks of me.“My deviousness has finally rubbed off on you,” he smirks, his eyes moving to my mouth, down to my neck, and to the exposed skin of my chest. “You're not so innocent, as I thought,” his words send shivers down my spine but I keep a straight face, wrapping my arms securely around my waist. He grabs my wrists and brings them down to my sides, and I let him undo the belt that holds the bathrobe in place so it falls open. He takes a deep breath, sucking on his bottom lip as he trails his thumb down the space between my breasts. Over my breasts. At the slit of my throbbing sex. I swallow, my knees almost giving out at the intensity of his stare. “Who is he?”“Adrian Hart.”He cocks his head to the side in surprise. “The man who lived next to you
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