Restless Whispers

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A/N:
sorry for the grammar thinggie. Enjoy!



Chapter 6 – The Genesis of Eternal Nightmare

The sun is almost rising to greet the whole world once more. The birds had flown from their nests, living again for another day. Nature starts to rekindle itself. I can feel it. I even yearn for it. But what will be the essence of having hope when darkness is always there waiting to destroy it? After what have had transpired between us last night, one thing is for certain, I realized that I got the worst luck in the world. It was just too bad I have to get through with this undeserving fate once more. The past I am trying to escape and forget had soon caught up with me. There is it again to remind me the pain I am longing to bury. Him.

I lay limp in the bed, very much burn-out from obvious reasons. I had a mind-blowing sex with him - just like before, just like the old times. It was all-consuming, all-sinful together. But something bothers me so. I couldn’t quite compare this to the previous ones I had with him. I honestly admit that all we had done last night is kind of new to me. Ours had been more passionate, a thing that I questioned about for he is not that kind of man. Or maybe, this woman had been deprived of sex for too long and couldn’t assess properly.

Aoshi is not a man of fiery emotions. He will never be. He may smile, smirk, go angry and even looks sad, but there is still emptiness beyond those façade. But I will not have to venture through with it again just to see the facts. I will never again be apart of something that is not willing to open and share. I have learned that and so I must apply that at this very day as I prepare myself to demand the bargain and leave it all off as nothing happened.

All that had happened last night was just a business transaction. There is nothing more to argue.

Shifting my body as if familiarizing its surroundings, I had unintentionally touched my mates’ sturdy arm. Defensively, I jerked back my other stretched arm to mine as if I felt burned just from touching his smooth skin. Aye. It always feels this way when I am touching his gorgeous body. What a weakling I am?!

My head hurts a bit. Escaping from my lips are grave curses. Damn the drug Aoshi had me unknowingly taken. As if he didn’t know what his friends did to me. What a pathetic excuse?! When will he ever learn to fight his enemies fairly? Not in a million years perhaps.

Hair disheveled, body worn-out, skin feeling so oily and sticky at some parts- one thing is screaming inside my head – I do need a bath to cleanse my filth, and his filth attached to me. At least by the help of water and soap, small memories of his touch will be lessened to remind me his deceit.

Peering through the other side of the room in search for the possible bathroom’s door, my eyes come to view the small pool settled and looks pretty inviting. Suddenly, vivid memories of sexual pleading and self-pleasuring had come to torment me. I could feel my cheeks began to redden as I recall it. I don’t want to go through that desperation again. Not ever.

I am preparing myself to leave the grand fur bed when suddenly a hand grabs one of my wrists. It was gentle yet in command.

“Where are you going?” Yawning and drawling, the snob had finally awakened.

I don’t need to be pleasant on answering his question. What for? One night of bargained sex had been consumed. There is no way I am connecting myself further to this bastard.

I just snap back by wrist but to no avail. The gentleness before had gone abruptly as soon as he had sensed my obvious animosity towards him.

“My, oh, my. Someone here is grumpy.” He teases. Teased? He never teases for goodness sake.

“Let go of my wrist, SIR. I need to relieve and wash myself and then I’ll be on my way.” Turning my head towards him, I glare. “The bargain has already been fulfilled. There is nothing more for me left to do here.”

With a little added force, I repeat my efforts to claim my wrist from his hold but to no avail.

“What made you think that our bargain is over, my minx? I bought you with an outrageous amount which only proves that I have every right not to set you free. You are my slave now. I own every delicious part of your body,” stopping for a moment to stare at me with great lust in his eyes, “I own you.” The snob declares. He is still lying on his stomach with the bed’s fur sheet almost not covering most of his skin. It is a tempting view but I tried harder not to notice that.

“That, my lord, isn’t the deal. Ask the faggot administrator! Perhaps to other women here in this God-forsaken house can that rule applied. But in my case, I only have to suffer one night of sex with the one who have bought me and then retrieve the ones I came for.” Damn. I shouldn’t have given him the last fact. I am afraid he might have to ask me about that.

“Suffer one night of sex?” He drawls then chuckles patronizingly. “Suffering is the last thing you will ever feel beneath or even above me. I have had helped you release the peak of your orgasm, making you bellow loud enough to shatter the glasses of this room and….”

I cried, “Stop it! Stop it, Sir!” I don’t want to hear them. I’m trying with enough force to take back my wrist again. “How dare you!?”

“What?! I am just telling you the truth, am I not? And what’s with the formality? We never have been ‘formal’ with each other ever since.” The mischievous gleam in his eyes could not be mistaken.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to ruin my life?” I could feel the tears at the edge of my eyes. I am trying to stop its burst for this idiot is not worth crying for.

Raising himself up from the bed without releasing his bond to me, he gathered me to him with little effort. I am so stunned to speak or even to retaliate. Luckily, no tears had been spilled. Thank God.

“Why ask, dear Misao?” He embraces me. Instead of feeling warm, I feel the opposite. Then he murmurs, “I’m sure you will only despise my answer.”

The sex we had last night had been quite better and astounding, yet he is still the old Aoshi whom I had left before. He’s cold and impassive.

There was a time in my life that I had hoped for his change. Now I know that not all wishes come true.

His next words had confirmed me of that. “You deserve this fate and I am here to make that happen in many possible dreadful ways. You have to pay for your defiance. Destiny is on my side to let you fall again to my grasp. This time you will taste my vengeance.”

“I have a life! My own life! You can’t just tell people to stay with you only because you wanted to. You have to earn that trust, that care from the person you want to spend your life with. Not everyone in this world is your property. And I refused of being one.”

“So? Is that all?”

I push him so hard, trying to jerk away to no avail again. My hair becomes more disheveled, almost covering my face. I am just a pebble compare to him as a large boulder. “Damn you! Who do you think you are? God? You’re sick and demented!”

“I appreciate that.”

‘What we have is long over! Don’t you understand that?!”

“Not for me,”

“You are just being pig-headed! I….I…I don’t like you anymore! I despise your callous ways! I hate everything about you!”

“Not always. Every part of your body I touch, you melt and tremble. I control your body, so as your lust. We both know that too well.”

“The more reason why I should hate you. You never respected me…..even love.”

He laughs hysterically. “Who says anything about love, Misao? This got nothing to do with love….but lust I can assure you. Well, after all these years….You must be dreaming. How pathetic.”

Silence reigns over. I am speechless after hearing what he just said. I’m in total lose. After all those days and nights we shared, after all the exchange endearing and love quotes, after all the sacrifices I made for him for his momentarily happiness and comfort, all were for nothing. All were for his conveniences. I was fooled indeed.

He wickedly smiles and says, “As for the deal with the faggot administrator, I believe that you have been misled by your naïve trust and hope. If others had bought you instead of me, you will be fortunate enough to walk away with enough money and freedom after one or three nights of debauchery, maybe a few weeks. Men here got temporarily loyalty to their bought mates. They got plenty of money to show-off and egos to fill-in. Sadly, it didn’t come to that since a close associate of mine had bought you as a gift to me. Well, not technically because it is my money to begin with. You can’t imagine the shock on my face after knowing it was you whom I will rut with that night.” He chortles and gives a quick shrug as he continues to muse. “Thank Heavens,”

I can’t help not to sneer at him. The lout accepted it gladly.

“And another thing, I hold the faggot’s neck and this club, you see. Whatever I say is the law and no one here will dare to contradict it.” He huskily says.

“Except me,” I mutter.

“Particularly not you,” he replies with an amusing tone.

“You run this horrid, depraved place? No wonder.”

“Well,” he ponders for his words before continuing, “not all of it, minx. I am merely one of the biggest stockholders of this place you call horrid and depraved. And that faggot administrator you have dealt with works under me. His word is not valid to seal whatever contract you have from him.”

He caresses my long, black hair absently as he continues to muses. “I might give him a good amount of extra pay for his services, particularly because of this one. He gave you back to me.”

“If I had known that this will be my fate, I should have….” I mutter feebly. I can’t seem to avoid appreciating his manly aroma, one of his body aspects that I longingly craved and wanting to forget at the same time.

Deep sigh came out from me. I both love and hate his smell.

“What? What should you have done?” he chortles as one of his hand travels its way down to one of my bare breasts. He flinch my aroused nipple with his callous thumb, so slow it makes my senses reel. “Nothing I say. Only one thing is for certain - you are bound to return to me.”

“Never raise your false hopes, sir, for one day I will be once again out of your life never to be seen and return. I will have my freedom, a long lasting one.” I angrily spat.

With the tip of his finger, he gently tips my chin up and slowly leans forward to kiss my lips. Some of his long, black hair cascaded over me. I instantly turn my face away, making my left cheek available for him instead. “Ah….such beauty, grace and spirit. In time, I will have it devoured and sampled, only by me. And this time, you will never escape. Ever.”


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Three days had past since the night I was sexually devoured by the infamous Mr. Aoshi Shinomori, the sole heir of Shinomori and Associates, International, and one of the Big Three who owns the rake-exclusive House of Eros. He never initiated having sex again since that last time which is for me is a good thing. But knowing his grave appetite for sex, this is a good question to ask. Have he took his hunger to other ladies…..whores of this House? If so, I should not be worrying a lot. I should not be feeling irritable and discarded. Or maybe jealous? Ha! Out of the question. I should be thankful that he let me have this temporarily reprieve from his depraved nature when it comes to sex.

Should I be? Yes….I should. But….

The sky is becoming dark. I can already see and feel the heaviness of the nimbus clouds. The rain starts to pour in our vicinity. Coldness of air becomes my perfect companion for this late afternoon.

I am trap into this room, the same space where Aoshi had taken me and my body for granted once more. All the memories of our fornication we had in this room seems very vivid to my mind. It will be a matter of great time before I totally forget my downfall to him once again. A tear suddenly rolls down from one of my eyes. He doesn’t love me. He said that clearly the last time we had sex. I sensed that he didn’t feel any remorse from telling his side. It was simply the truth. Nothing to be ashamed off especially when things needed to be cleared out between our relationship.

He just didn’t share the feeling I had for him long ago……even now.

I hate to admit that there is still some fragments of love left, waiting to be ponder and mend with. But this is the moment that I have to be stronger. It will be so hard for it is the right thing to do. For the sake of the girls….I have to pull myself together.

Do I still love him despite the harsh truth that he doesn’t really reciprocate mine since the start of time? Yes, I do. And this has to stop.

I am standing near the French door opening to the balcony when I hear three knocks from the other door way behind me. I instantly wipe the trace of sorrowful tear from my pale face. I will not give them the satisfaction of seeing me being emotionally beaten. Without waiting for my approval for them to enter, the person behind the door enters. I made no move to warmly welcome the intruder. Instead, I remained fixed of my place, blankly staring to the outside as if simply enjoying the harsh pour of rain towards the earth.

The footsteps stop. The pressure inside the room increases. Maybe because I am expecting him instead of his servants this time around. I can judge from the heaviness of his walk. Only a man like him could produce something formidable sound from his acts. So confident, so arrogant, so cold. If so, I should be worried this time. He might demand of my service – to rut with him again.

“Misao,” he gently summons.

There had been a few moments before I responded to his call. Turning my back, my eyes search for the owner of the godly voice. Then and there, I found my target. Him. But he is not alone. He carries someone in one his arms and holds a hand to another. Both are children. Both are girls. Both are my beloved girls!

“Suzume……Ayame…..” I breathlessly utter.

The shock on my face couldn’t be denied. I abruptly run over them then I firstly embrace the young Ayame.

“Ayame!” I can’t stop my tears from falling. It pours just like the outside wet environment.

Ayame is sniffing and crying at the same time. “Aunt Misao! I thought we will never see you again! I miss you! We miss you!” She hugs me like a bear could do, almost taking my breath away.

“I will never leave you, my dearest. I am here to protect you.” Even to take you home but for now, I will have to bid time to conduct the right plan of escape from Aoshi’s clutches, I thought for myself. In time, we will regain our freedom. Let’s just be patient, my child.

I slowly stand up from my place as I still embrace the crying toddler in my arms to face Aoshi. He remains to be silent. Suzume comfortably sleeps in his broad chest and arms.

My eyes search for his to find any answer to why he had done this thing to us personally. Ah! I had just forgotten about the deal. After doing my part, I will receive my goal – to retrieve the girls. But why him? Not his minions? It will be a lot better if he passed that responsibility to his servants. There will be no more complications between us.

Then finally, he speaks, “To complete the deal, I brought the girls to you.”

I should thank him for that but my mouth wouldn’t move. Hell! I only honored our bargain too so why bother?

He didn’t wait for more. “I am not that loathsome person, Misao. Simple thanks will be appreciated.”

But I can’t. I stand here, pretending I didn’t hear a word he said. Instead, I gently caress the back of the sleeping Suzume. I am mumbling sweet words. “Sleep, my baby. Dreams will be good to you.”

I wish to hold her but I can’t. She seems to be too comfortable in the sturdy arms of Aoshi. I should not be so selfish enough to deny that good afternoon nap from her even though she is cradled between the arms of the devil. A gentle devil.

“I know you wish to hold the sleeping brat but that will be for another time.” Aoshi says with conviction.

“I know.” I coldly reply.

“Then good. So enough of these petty sentiments,”

Petty? Leaving? That got an alarm from me. “What?!” Then I spoke in a gentler tone. “They had just arrived. At least be reasonable enough to let them stay with me a little longer.”

“There will be another good, ample time for that.” Aoshi responds with much coldness from his voice. He looks at me, from head to toe. “And there are some events that are needed to be pay much attention to.”

I can’t help not to frown. I suspect that his reply got something to do with his mischievous ogle and devious smile he is having now.

“And that would be?” I innocently ask.

“You will see.” Calling his bodyguards by clicking a button from a small electronic device from his Americana pocket, Aoshi waits as the 2 summoned guards enter the room. The man discreetly looks upon his employer. “Take the children to the prepared suite across the hall. And then prepare our transportation back to the Black Moor Mansion as soon as the rain stops.”

“Yes, Master Shinomori.” Both of them answer with great respect. The other one takes Suzume with great care while the other saunters towards me.

“Ma’am, may I have the child?” The guard asks.

“I….” I want to defy Aoshi’s decision but….

“I don’t want to go! Let me stay here with you, Aunt Misao. Don’t let them take me away again!” Ayame becomes frantic. Her fat arms squeezes tighter around my neck. Then her legs wraps round my waist. Her face hid to the thick strands of my hair.

“I…”

With one look from Aoshi, the decision had been done. And he is waiting. He is the law.

Sighing in defeat, I whisper to her little ear, cajoling, “I will see you soon again. For now, I have more important things to settle first before we can live happily again, my darling. You, me and Suzume as one big happy family.”

I am telling her lies, for Christ Sake! I am telling her lies! This is so horrible.

“And what about him?” There is no mistaking she was asking about Aoshi’s status for our very own circle.

“And what of him, dear?” I am trying to ignore the obvious.

“Will he be our step uncle?” she bluntly asks.

I am shock indeed about hearing my very own Ayame speak something so atrocious and unthinkable. From all the men in the world, why did she consider him to become one of us?

Clearing my throat, I utter, “No, dear. That man got no relations towards us. He is just a….friend.” I will not compromise the child’s mild in learning the horrible truth about my relationship with this devil.

“You are mommy’s friend and yet we consider you our aunt.”

“But in his case, he is a different kind of….friend. I’m sure he is far too busy to be one of us and besides, he got lots of ‘friends’, important ones, to deal with.” I am eyeing him at the same time. “He is sure a busy person, my love.”

The child restrains her cry as she finally succumbs. “Ok….I will be a good girl for now. Please keep your promise, Aunt Misao. You will be there for us.”

“Yes, I will be there for you and Suzume. Don’t worry.” I sweetly assure as I cuddle her one last time.

Then she was taken away from me. Silence shrouded over. We were left alone together. Bad luck for me.

“What now?” I demand. He could not mistake the tone of my derision of him for letting his need comes first than anyone else.

The bastard chortles. “Nice speech. Quite entertaining and enchanting at the same time. Come, you need to satisfy my hunger first before the leave the premise,”

“Leave the premise?”

“Yes, why, didn’t you hear it a while ago? I ordered my men to prepare the helicopter to transport us to my mansion as soon as the rain stops pouring.”

“Then what? Make me a slave out of me again? Be your whore?! What will become of the children? I earn them from this stupid liaison. At least honor that bargain honorably!”

He saunters towards me, preying like a wild tiger would do. “Being honorable is the last thing you will think of me, Misao. But if so, just to take away some parts of your anger, I will also take the children with us, just to be close to your side. Don’t shoot me those looks of gratefulness; I am only doing this because they are my leverage against your escape – my simple assurance that you will not try to flee from me…..just like before.”

“Why You!” I slap his left cheek. There isn’t enough force in my slap to drive more pain to his skin, into his ego. “You are evil!”

“Nothing new, I suppose.” Then he strips my white gown from the collar until it ends near the level of my female mound. I instantly jerk from his suddenly abrasiveness. “Good. At least my mood seems to lighten. Like what I ordered you to do - you will wear nothing underneath.”

I wanted to flee away from his touch but I was soon captured by his very own strong arms and hands, now initiating the slow caresses to my waist and breast. “Such defiance is not needed. I want you to be submissive when I take you. Do you understand? I am now your master and you will do everything I want you to do.”

“What if I don’t?” I gruffly ask as I try to escape from his lascivious embrace.

“That’s simple. You will only see the consequences of your insolence. One good example is the presence of the children in my mansion. You might not see them except during breakfast, lunch and dinner. If I am around, I might change my mind given the chance you will make up with your defiance.”

A tear begins to roll down my cheeks. “Monster,”

“I will not be if I have your total submissiveness. I am your master and you are my mistress,”

“More like your leman,”

“If you want to be called like that I won’t argue with you,”

His hand arrives to the core of my womanhood as he slowly strokes in circles its pink bud. I lost my balance. I abruptly lost myself to retaliate.

“Yes, that’s my girl. Though I want your fiery spirit in making love with me, for now, I’m content on having you very much succumb to my depravity state. I want you to feel all the wickedness I harbored for so long while you have been away.”

He cups my whole body, carrying me towards an Elizabethan chair near the French door. He gently deposits me there then strips the torn part away completely. With his magical hands, he puts each of my thighs and legs above the arms of the chair. I feel exposed. I got nothing to hide from his lusty view. My womanhood is already seeking for its homage to his touch. Shameful as it is, I could not deny that sad fact.

Grabbing both of my hands and raise it up above my head, he speaks softly, “Ah….so beautiful. Just the way I’ve always wanted. So much desire is in there. I know you already want me inside of you but I have to deny you further. There is this drive to pleasure you first.” With two fingers, he licks it like a lollipop, wetting it. “You glisten, my darling. I like that. Yet I want some more.” The same fingers made its way to the hole of my sex.

I can’t help not to flutter my eyelids for the shear intense pleasure I am receiving from his sinful touch. In and out it goes, creating a heat wave that made my senses run wild. I gasp for air as soon as the third finger joins the perfect rhythm. Too much to bear, too much to enjoy his expertise.

“Yes, yes. Do enjoy every bit of it. Succumb to me, my minx. A man’s greatest arousal is seeing his woman’s yearning passion. Beg to me.” He coaxes.

“I….ah…..oh….my….”

I suddenly feel his thumb poking and circling my bud as his other fingers continues to assault me.

“Noh….I can’t take it anymore….” That is my plea.

Then my orgasm comes with a great vengeance. I feel the trembling of my womb, so as my bud. My natural nectar flows freely which made Aoshi smirk with triumph.

“You see, I am the only one who could do this pleasure to you, Misao. I’m here to prove that your previous lovers are nothing but sore losers,”

Didn’t he know that I haven’t had sex with other men? Why would he have to know if I didn’t? I won’t give him the pride of learning that he is the only man I have ever slept with.

“Did I pass the test, Misao?”

I can’t speak. The orgasm was beyond my control. I am very much satiated.

He watches the flow of my nectar from my womanhood. There is it again the mischievous smile. And behind it, they are thoughts of sinfulness. He lowers his head and licks the flow. Goodness!!!

“Stop! This is forbidden! This is sinful!”

“I don’t care if it is sinful or forbidden. You know me, Misao. I am a very wicked person when it comes to sex. As long as I pleasure you, you will also be pleasuring me.” Then he unrepentantly licks and sucks my juices.

“No!” I tried to squirm out but to no avail.

“Yes, and you will enjoy every bit of it.” His expert tongue continues the invasion of my private part. “I love the taste of you…..give it to me, Misao. Give it to me.”

“Ah…..noh…” I can’t seem to control my body. It has a will of its own. With Aoshi, nothing seems to be right, nothing seems to be proper and my body likes it.

“Submit yourself to me, Misao.”

My breathing is so fast. The pulse rating of my heart does it also. This is so erotic and for it, the flow of my juices becomes more excessive.

Aoshi is enjoying what he is doing. Tasting my natural juices and seeking for my sexual bliss. When he finally raises his head up, looking straight to my eyes, he huskily says, “It’s my turn to have fun.”

Within seconds, he pulls me up and led me towards the French door. Aoshi orders me to bend a little and separate my legs apart. He also commands to put my hands and lean my breasts upon the French door’s cool glasses. I know this position. He will take me from behind.

It is cold! The door’s glass is cold. My breasts know that very well. My nipples are erect because of the shear pleasure I am receiving, both from impending sex and glass’ temperature state.

“Open for me, Misao. I’ll have you now!” he growls as he inserts his big shaft. I gasp afterwards. No matter how many times we had sex, my body still couldn’t get exactly accustomed to his big size. And I like it.

“Oh…..Oh….” That is all I can say. I like the pleasure he is now building inside of me.

Gliding his randy cock inside and out, the pleasure is unbearable. My body wants more of it. I want to shout to increase the pressure, almost begging in the process. But I can’t. There is still pride left in me.

“I smell your passion, Misao. I know you want me to fasten my ride. Beg to me and I will oblige you.”

I am biting my lips to not to move. I won’t beg. Not to him.

He continues to coax me with his pleasurable words. He’s stroking me from behind so slow…..half-way embedding his precious, big cock. “Beg, Misao, beg.”

My breasts are enjoying the coldness of the glass. As Aoshi presses himself further into my swollen sheath, my twin babies are pushed to the glass creating magnificent feeling that I can also felt in massaging my own…..and when he massages mine.

“Please…..”

“Please what?”

“Please……….. take me……..now,”

I know for sure that he is smiling. He fastens his strokes, in and out it goes. Moment later, the juices are popping out. I am seeing some of mine dropping to the floor’s clean carpet. Had I been so wanton?

“Oh…..oh…..oh….”

“Yes…..Misao….enjoy every bit of it. This is both your reward and punishment.” He grips my hips to steady as he pounds his way inside and out of my sex. My buttocks are slapping against his rigid size. How erotic.

I moan out, almost growling like him. Hate to admit, I love the ferocious pressure I am receiving from his randy cock.

Both of our orgasms come. I was the first who cried out, and then he came growling for his release.

Then moments later, we subside. Both are breathing and panting fiercely. He didn’t remove his shaft after releasing his orgasm. He is still inside of me.

“Why haven’t…..haven’t you removed your cock?” Because of our ‘severe exercise’, I can’t seem to talk straight without further acquiring air.

“The answer is quite obvious, isn’t?” He is also catching up his breath.

“Making me pregnant will not do us any good, Aoshi. You know that.”

“That was before, Misao. I see now is the good reason for me to use such a wise option. A tactic.”

“Tactic?” one of my eyebrows has raised.

“If I can no longer get you to stay with me because of those children, perhaps OUR OWN CHILD will make you think otherwise.”

What?! It seems that the devil had thought all of these devious plans while he was away! Darn it!

“Damn you!” I struggle to be free.

He gathers me into his arms and says, “Nice plan, isn’t?” He also begins to playfully nibble my left earlobe. Slow and deliberate – more like erotic move. “Though I am not the marrying kind, I still want an heir. Since you are too available to my cause, why not you mother my unborn heir?”

“Are you crazy?! Why me? There could be other women out there willing enough to be your wife!”

“I am not a marrying kind, remember? I am not that foolish enough to shackle my neck with such non-sense exchange of eternal vow.”

“If so, why me?!”

He huskily whispers, “I told you that you will never escape from me ever again. I forever own you. I gave my oath and it shall be done.”

“You may have bought my body but not my willingness! And you don’t even love me, for Christ sake!” I argue fervently.

There is anger in his voice, feeling annoyed by hearing the word LOVE again. “Love got nothing to do with creating heirs, Misao.” He seemed to mellow a bit. “Don’t worry. In return, you will be greatly compensated. I will give you my home, my account, and some of my power…”

“But not your name and my freedom, I strongly assume.” I mumble.

He ignores my sarcasm. “In short, you will have all the comforts only a Shinomori can have. I have given you enough. What more can you ask?”

He still simply doesn’t understand. The lout! He can’t give the only thing that I want from him. His love.

“Ours will not be a happy life, Aoshi. It will be best for us to never set our lives together again. Forget about me.” I try to explain.

“Happiness in bed is enough for me,” he wickedly replies.

“Well not in my case!” I retort vehemently.

“I didn’t give you the right to contradict. You should be thankful that I am offering you a comfortable living, instead of being trashed back to the slums.”

The rogue’s ears are closed on hearing the right reasons. “I’d rather taste the slums than living without love.”

He simply chortles as he begins to stroke one of my breasts. “You are so naïve, Misao. It is one of the things I like about you.” The devil also begins his kissing assault. He targets my neck, my shoulder then back to my lips. “In time, you will thank me for it.”



tbc....

A/N
So sad....that it has to be this way.