chapter 20

Kitty stepped into the room, her eyes immediately drawn to Mori by the fire. He sat in his comfortable sofa with a novel, resting in his hands, the firelight painting his sharp features in gold and shadow. His dark eyes lifted to hers, a slow smirk curling his lips.

He wore reading glasses, the delicate frames accentuating his sharp features. Kitty couldn't take her eyes off him—he looked maddeningly seductive, the glasses adding an air of refined mystery to his already enigmatic presence.

She stepped closer and read the novel's title, it was classics - kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson.

"Interesting choice.," Kitty commented.

Kitty wore a rather provocative dress, Mori eyes squinted a little turning protective and feral at the same time. He took a mental note of how many men had looked at her with lustful eyes.

However, he cleared his throat and kept his book aside on the side table and the reading spectacle on top of the book.

"Ah, you're here," he murmured, closing the book with a deliberate snap. "Fitting choice, don't you think?"

The way he leaned back, all effortless control and quiet dominance, made the air feel heavier. His gaze lingered, sharp and unrelenting, sending a shiver down her spine. "Come closer, sit on my lap.," he said softly, the invitation more command than request.

Kitty was resistant at first, but she'd stride her way to him. She felt weak and didn't want to waste her energy. She noticed a first aid box on the side table and sat on him obediently. Mori pat her head looking amused.

"Did I pick this dress?," he asked, looking it on her swelled up breast and cupped them. He'd thought it looked bigger than usual.

"Yes.," Kitty moaned, "Mori."

He picked up the first aid box and mended her wounds like a professional, wrapping them with bandage. She felt nice to be treated by her wounds.

"Where's the necklace I gave you?," he asked.

"The necklace?," she replied, "It was too heavy so I umm... kept it for sometime."

Mori didn't like the idea of her keeping necklace inside a box and nor on her neck. Mori tucked her hair behind the ear and bit her earlobe. The weight of her body pressed against her crotch.

"Kitty.," he whispered, "I think I umm.,"

Kitty turned a little to face him, her eyes looked absolutely stunning in his weak moments. He was weak and lost in his dirty thoughts. He blushed a little and wrapped his arms around her.

He slid his fingers tracing the hem of her panties and started exploring the depths of her clit. He noticed something unusual, the texture from her lady parts were different. He rubbed his fingers against them and found it to be blood.

"Periods?," he asked.

Kitty nodded shyly. Mori leaned on his sofa and said, "Your breast all swollen up because of that?"

"I don't think so we should do today.," Kitty said, "It's my first day and I am dirty-"

Mori placed his fingers on her lips and said, "I am a man who had fought in wars, kitty. Nothing is dirty for me."

"Lay on bed.," Mori ordered kitty, she silently laid on the bed. Mori brought a box and approached to the bed, he again said in a commanding tone, "Spread your legs."

Kitty covered her face in shame and embarrassment, she thought of it as dirty. Although, Mori had seen and touch every inch and every corners of her body.

Mori lifted her skirt, slid off her panties and gently picked up a cotton and cleaned her wounds meticulously with a precision of that of a doctor, her toes curled and she groaned at his touch. She had been extra sensitive to his touch. He cupped her mouth and said, "You will make me.... crazy.," he huffed.

She looked down at him, he looked concentrated at his work. However, his fingers amd cotton brushed on her sensitive area, stirring erotic desires within them.

Mori crawled up in bed and Kitty placed her lips against his, their tongue danced passionately.

"I have to take good care of my favourite things. Don't I?," he said in a low tone.