He watched her face contorted into shock and confusion. He didn’t know why he said that, and also didn’t know if he actually meant those words.
Dirty things? With a girl he took as a sister.
The same crazy thought that had dived into him when he saw at Nica’s place, descending down the stairs. He blamed that on Nica and ignored the stupid thought that had surged through him.
Now she was in her usual clumsy dress, yet the way she said his nickname, brushing her tongue over her lips, bought the weird thought into him again…
He won’t deny the fact that he noticed the changes on Morticia, the day he arrived from the business trip with his father.
He had roughly noticed the weight she had gained from the right place of a woman feature…
Mehn! Klaus that’s Vincent’s fucking sister. Bunnie, the nerd. You should protect! Not drag her down into your own sinful world.
She is off-limit!
He snapped out of his thought and released her.
“Sorry” he grumbled while her eyes flashed with concern as she remain quiet.
Morticia sighed as he left the kitchen
“Is he alright?” She muttered, her cheek reddened.
What was that earlier? The way he pinned her to the kitchen counter lingered in her head, making her heart flutter.
But… What does he mean by dirty things? Why was Klaus acting weird?
“I’m heading out” Klaus announced to Vincent who was watching football at the living room.
“All of a sudden?” He asked.
“Yeah. Be right back, bro” he said and left, driving straight to the club. Maybe he should quit drinking the new drink, Nica introduced to him.
That must the thing messing with his head lately.
“One Tequila” Klaus said to the bartender and was slided a drink immediately. He gulp down the contain, burning his throat but he was used to it.
Getting the feeling he wanted, his gaze scanned the room, then settled on a red haired girl staring back at him.
She was pretty, her alluring cleavage exposed and Klaus could imagine how big are breast are. She knowingly arched her back for him to see the swell of her backside. His eyes locked with his and she winked seductively.
Klaus slammed the door shut behind him as he stepped into the empty room with the red haired lady. Lips molded as his hands roamed around her body.
He pulled away and watched her gasped for air. Her lips swollen, red and wet before him. As if she knew what he wanted, she slid down before him and started to unbuckle his trouser.
Excitement flashed in her feature as her hand wrapped around his member. He was huge, long, erected, tackling with veins. A drop of precum at the tip.
She started off by licking it off and wrapped her mouth around it, earning a groan from him.
His hand slipped through her red hair, holding it firm as she bobbed her head against his member.
Fuck, she was good with her tongue rolling off his tip. He loved that…. What if…
Klaus shut his eyes, pushing the thought that almost made its way in… He focused on the red haired pleasuring him.
Her mouth didn’t taking him all. Hell, not even half of him, her hand did the rest contracting the her mouth movement. She gagged, he could see the way, she tried to take him in fully.
His hand around her hair tightened, his hip moved, slamming deep into her throat. She choked, her eyes teared up. He loved the sight…
What if… she was the one beneath him… His mind sinfully whispered.
“Fuck” he cursed under his breath as he thrust hard, his muscles tensed as he shot his wetness into her throat, making sure she took all of it.
“Get up. Strip. And on the bed with your ass faced up” his voice commanding and hoarse.
The girl seemed to love his commanding side as she began to undress.
Klaus faced the mirror behind him and began unbutton his shirt. His eyes met with his reflection, his gaze cold as it settled on the scar on his chest.
‘Have all the time you want in college. Do whatever you want. However, once you’re done. You’ll do whatever I say…. am I clear son?’
His father’s word rang in his head and his jaw clinched.
Fuck him. He cursed inwardly. One of the button refused to open, with anger he ripped the remaining button and fling it one side of the room.
He wore a condom and advanced the red haired lady, who did as he had intructed. Her fold slicking wet with desire. Her musk filling the air.
He was about to pour his anger and frustration on her. Wrecking her bone, and making sure she would remember this night.
He spanked her ass hard. Not once but thrice.
“Ohmmm” the lady moaned as he pressed his tip on her wet fold. His first thrust came hard, pushing almost all his length into her.
Her cries echoed the room as she tried to move. Klaus immediately held her down. Yeah, she would feel pain at the first few thrust.
He continued slamming her from behind. He got brutal at each thrust. Soon, her scream turns into cries of pleasure.
That was why the girls he fucks always comes back to him. He was damn rough on bed. Sex bought him a memory, he hated… Triggering his monster lurking behind the shadow.
A memory he wishes to bury.
The memory flashed before him.
A scene where he caught his father sleeping with his aunt.. his mother’s younger sister.
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Morticia stepped into the lecture room. She was very early, yet some students were seated already, even Jamie.
Jamie passed a smile to her and removed his bag for her to sit beside him. He does that since on every lecture.
“Thanks” she smiled and pulled out her books.
“How was your weekend?” He asked. The way he slant his lips while he smile, made him so handsome. He smell so nice… Well not as nice as Klaus.
The scene in the kitchen, how he had trapped her, filling her nose with his fragrance lingered in her head.
Klaus didn’t return that night, and when she asked Vincent, he mentioned Klaus had something important to do.
Morticia felt they were keeping something away from her. Both her brother and Klaus.
“Jamie.. what’s the meaning of Dirty things?” She asked, since her mind had been wondering what it meant.
“Dirty things? You mean trash?” Jamie shrugged, his eyes snapping towards the trash can at the corner of the venue.
Trash? It doesn’t sound like it suits it.
“Why did you ask? Did someone call you trash?” Jamie asked.
“Uhmmm.. I don’t know.. he said. He’ll do dirty things to me. Do you know what that means”
This time Jamie’s face changed its color.
“Who said that?”
“Klaus” Morticia mumbled and Jamie face turned even more paled.
“Your brother’s Bestfriend?” He asked and she nodded.
The lecturer walked in and their conversation was cut short, they all drew out their books except Jamie who struggled to sink in Morticia’s words.
A figure stepped in… Valerie. Wow, they are studying the same course??!!
Morticia sat up with a smile and waved at her. Immediately their gaze met, Valerie rolled her eyes and went to sit somewhere far from her.
Morticia’s smiled dropped.
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After class, Valerie left immediately heading straight to her dorm.
“I wonder why she is like that, shutting herself out of the world”
“Who?” Jamie asked as they walked side by side.
“My roommate. Valerie. She is… Uhm… Mean” Morticia replied while Jamie only stared at her.
“Are you coming to the bonfire tonight?” Jamie asked.
She had heard of it from students but have no interest.
“Don’t tell me you don’t plan to go” Jamie chuckled. “It’s going to be fun. Can you come with me?”
“Huh?” Morticia halt her track.
“Come to the bonfire with me. I want to know you more. That’s if you don’t mind”
‘Opening your heart for another would make you get over Klaus’ Morticia recalled Rhea’s words.
“Okay”
“Cool, I’ll text you. Bye Morticia” He smiled and left.
Morticia turned then spot Klaus staring at her from a distance, his look unreadable as he shifted his gaze to Jamie’s retreating back.
“So you’re friends with the Whimp?” Klaus said rudely when she got to him.
“Don’t call him that. He is way nicer than you” she said not seeing the way his eyes changed at her words. “What are you doing here anyway?”
“None of your business”
Wow, he is in his rude mood.
“Whatever, I don’t care” Morticia and left while his eyes followed her.