“So where did you get that amazing gun you used the other day? Vincent said you attended military high school. How was the experience? Did you go out for war or something?” Valerie sighed as Rhea bombarded her with questions.
“Do you talk this much? Morty never told me,” Valerie mumbled, shifting her black bag to one shoulder.
“C’mon, I’m just curious. Not only did you figure out where to find Morty, but you also knew Jamie’s intentions and even helped Klaus find him,” Rhea said, walking alongside her.
Valerie halted, shutting her eyes for a brief moment before glancing at Rhea.
“Are you planning to follow me all day?” Her voice carried a hint of irritation.
“Huh? I just… sigh… I thought it’d be nice to talk since Morty isn’t around,” Rhea replied.
“Where is she then?”
“She mentioned she was out with Klaus to clear her head or something.”
Valerie swept her shoulder-length messy hair back and leaned against the wall.
“I got the weapon from my best friend in high school,” Valerie began, while Rhea listened intently. “He was the most brilliant person I’ve ever known, a machine whiz who could solve mathematical problems with his eyes closed.” A fleeting smile crossed Valerie’s face but vanished almost instantly.
“He must have liked you a lot,” Rhea murmured.
“Yes, he did, but… I never felt the same. That device was the last gift he gave me on my birthday.” Valerie’s expression shifted as she thought about him.
“He must have been a great guy. Where is he now?”
Valerie’s jaw clenched. “He’s dead… died of a heart disease.”
Rhea’s face contorted with sadness. She couldn’t imagine losing someone so close. She would be devastated if she lost Morty… no, she didn’t even want to think about it.
Valerie continued, “I wish I could have returned his feelings back then. He would have known what it feels like to be loved… but I couldn’t because I was with another guy.”
Rhea blinked in disbelief. “You’ve been in a relationship before?”
Valerie stared at her for a moment before turning to leave without a word.
Rhea watched her retreating back, wondering if she had pushed too hard. At least Valerie had opened up a little.
—
“Vincent Addams. Someone is here to visit you,” the dance coach announced.
Vincent finished tying his shoes and excused himself from the team. He walked into the waiting room and found Sienna waiting for him.
“Babe?” Vincent smiled, wrapping her in a hug and inhaling her sweet scent. “What are you doing here?”
Sienna’s face lit up as she kissed him softly. “I missed you, and I brought you some things you might need,” she said. However, Vincent’s expression turned serious as he watched her unpack the package.
“You never visited.”
“Hm?” She paused, looking at him with confusion.
“I mean, you didn’t come by to check on my sister after I told you what happened. You never showed up,” he said, a small frown forming on his face.
Sienna stepped closer to him. “Babe, I’m really sorry. The internship has been so rough these days; my boss won’t give me a break…”
“And you couldn’t spare a few minutes to check on my sister? Have you been avoiding my family? Even Uncle Evan thought we broke up since you were never around,” Vincent said.
“No, not at all! Why would I avoid your family? It’s just work, babe, and I’m trying to find time for myself. The little time I have, I devote to you. I promise I’ll find more time to visit your family.”
Vincent sighed. “Fine.”
“Thank you,” she said, pecking his cheek. “How’s Morticia?”
“She’s good,” Vincent nodded, his voice filled with trust. “Klaus is currently taking care of her.”
—
[NIGHT]
Klaus’s lips crashed against Morticia’s, making her sink into her bed while he hovered above her. His movements were slow and gentle, savoring her lips like a sweet delicacy.
Ava called to let Morticia know she wouldn’t be home tonight. Deep down, Morticia was glad; she wished the day would never end. Klaus had taken her out, and she had fun, easing her worries and lightening her mood.
He broke the kiss and pulled off his gray shirt, revealing his muscular, tattooed body, which made Morticia’s eyes light up.
Klaus didn’t miss her reaction.
She looked up at him as if seeking permission.
Klaus trailed his hand from her thigh to her waist, his grip firm as he gazed at her intently. “What did I tell you about using your words, Bunnie?”
Morticia’s face flushed. She stuttered shyly, “Can I touch you?”
“Fuck yeah, do what you want. I won’t stop you,” he whispered.
She reached out, trailing her fingers across his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin and solid strength. She followed the intricate tattoos sprawled across his torso.
Klaus’s breath hitched as she explored his body. Her touch was soft yet electric, and he watched her with an intense gaze.
He leaned down to capture her lips again, kissing her passionately. She moaned sweetly, a melody he could never tire of hearing.
He kissed her laced bra and then her abdomen, looking up at her before tugging down her shorts and panties in one swift motion.
Morticia felt shy as her most intimate parts were exposed, clasping her legs together with a light whimper. This was her first time being so vulnerable with someone, and the sensation ached in a way she didn’t quite understand.
“Spread your legs, baby,” he whispered in a low, reassuring voice, his eyes searching for her trust.
He trailed his lips up to her knee. “It’s okay.”
She slowly parted her legs, watching as Klaus’s eyes flicked to her.
“You’re soaking… dripping wet just for me.” He rolled his tongue over his lips.
He leaned in and kissed her thigh, causing her leg to shake as she exhaled.
“What are you doing?” her voice was hushed, trying to contain the electric thrill that one kiss sent through her.
“Returning the favor,” he replied, kissing her thigh again and trailing his tongue along her skin. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, positioning his face there.
Morticia watched him blow a warm breath against her.
“Tongue or finger?” His voice was hoarse as he teased her with the question.
She was unsure of what to expect and didn’t know how to respond.
“Both.”
If those were her options, she wanted them all.
“Greedy,” her subconscious chided, but she didn’t mind. All she wanted was Klaus’s arms around her.
He smirked and didn’t tease her further. Instead, his mouth opened and met her most intimate parts.
Morticia’s back arched, her head thrown back as the sensation overwhelmed her.
She moaned out the only name that drove him wild as fuck.
“Oh… Sin!”