Chapter 11

[Non con scenes, more brutal! You have been warned ]

Mori's smile sharpened as he studied Kitty's defiant eyes. Her loose, ill-fitting men's attire caught his attention—a curious blend of desperation and practicality. The oversized coat and baggy trousers seemed out of place, yet they suited her in an unconventional way.

"An unusual choice," Mori mused, his tone tinged with amusement. "Practicality or disguise?"

Kitty held his gaze, her voice steady. "It does the job."

Mori chuckled softly, his interest growing. Her defiance and mystery intrigued him—she was a puzzle waiting to be unraveled, and he had every intention of doing so.

"I like you in your man's clothing too," Mori murmured, his voice smooth as silk. He reached out, capturing a few strands of her thick, jet-black hair, his fingers gliding over their silky texture. The contrast between her rugged attire and her innate elegance only added to her allure.

"But," he continued, his tone taking on a darker edge, "I prefer you in a dress. Especially the doll ones."

Kitty's eyes narrowed, her wariness flickering beneath the surface. Yet, his expression—half-ghostly, half-sinister—pulled at her with an inexplicable magnetism. His smile, dark and deliberate, hinted at unspoken desires, leaving her caught in the tension he so effortlessly wove.

"Take off your dress," Mori commanded, his tone calm but laced with authority.

Kitty met his gaze, unwavering, her silence speaking louder than words. The subtle arch of her brow and the faint smirk tugging at her lips conveyed her defiance—a silent, why should I?

Mori's smirk widened, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Or I will," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "The choice is yours."

She folded her arms, her posture relaxed, as if his words carried no weight. Her coy expression only fueled the tension, a deliberate challenge that hung in the air between them.

"Oh, my dear Kitty," Mori murmured, his voice dripping with mock affection. "Always so eager for a game, aren't you?"

He stepped closer, closing the distance until their faces were mere inches apart. His breath ghosted over her skin as his voice dropped further. "You really do like it when things get... nastier. Don't you?"

The atmosphere crackled with unspoken tension, his presence suffocating yet tantalizing—a masterful game of power, and she played her role perfectly.

"And let me tell you," Mori's voice dropped even lower, each word dripping with a dangerous edge. He took another step closer, his presence suffocating, his eyes locked onto hers with a predatory gleam. "You've made a pretty ugly choice."

Mori pulled Kitty closer with a sharp tug, stripping her coat off with ease. His fingers lingered on her exposed skin, his eyes locked on hers, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Bold move," he murmured, voice low, "but you seem to forget who holds the cards here."

The air between them thickened with palpable tension. His eyes locked on her shirt which had two buttons opened. He was amused and annoyed.

"So you've roaming around carelessly huh...," he said, "With things exposed so boldly. It doesn't matter how much your exposure is... at the end of the day.. you are ultimately mine."

He unbuttoned all her shirt's button exposing her cute strawberry bra. He chuckled a little and then unhooked them exposing her well rounded breast. Mori had never known they looked that enticing. Kitty immediately took a back step making her lean against the wall as he hid her exposed breast from him.

"My God, so you're hiding such divinity?"

Kitty's back was against the wall, Mori stepped closer and slowly said, "Worry not, I won't hurt you.... I will break you.," he removed the strand from her face tucking it on her ear.

Kitty's hand was still on her breast hiding her bare exposure. Mori gently removed her hands and stared at them, "A work of an art. Aren't they?"

Mori kneeled looking up at kitty. She knew she had nowhere to go, and in that moment, she realized how little control she had left. She was in a way ready for consequences.

Mori had unbuckled her pants looking straight at her with an eye filled with flame of desires. With a tantalizingly slow movements, he slid off her pants and reached, his lips were tracing her sticky panties. 'They smell like oranges. Don't they? Sweet and sour.," he thought.

Her toes curled - she couldn't understand the mix of feeling - excitement? Resentment? Thrill? Disgust? Hate? Desire? Lust?

But one thing was clear to her, everything had happened beyond her control.