chapter 25

Kitty stood before Mori, dressed provocatively in a flamingo pink satin gown that left little to the imagination. The daring outfit was designed to catch his attention, and it did. Mori's gaze lingered on her, a mix of admiration and possessiveness in his eyes.

He had noticed how obedient and compliant she had become, how docile in her submission. His eyes softened as they traced the delicate lines of her face, especially her eyes-pitiful yet captivating, doe-like and innocent in a way that stirred something in him. Something warm.

Kitty, however, wasted no time. She swiftly coated her lips with red and approached him, arms open, her movement calculated and deliberate. Mori noticed the calculation in her gesture but pushed the thought away, focusing instead on the innocence in her eyes-at least, that's what he chose to see.

His gaze dropped to her gown once more. It was seductive, and she was undeniably alluring. She cupped his chin, her touch both warm and laced with something sharper. She traced her fingers along his lips, and Mori felt an electric wave rush down his spine.

"Kitty," he murmured, his voice low. "Tell me, what do you want?"

Kitty adjusted the silk gown, the fabric cold against her skin. Her reflection stared back—vulnerable, but calculated. She wasn't doing this for him, not really. She was doing this to take back some power, even if it was just for this moment.

She knew if she had to win it. She had to use a tactic. Playing the role of dumb, fragile, helpless woman.

Mori sat on the chair. Kitty brought a glass of expensive red wine and poured it on the wine glass.

"Oh?," Mori eyes dilated at Kitty's stunt, "You know I never drink in front of you."

He embraced kitty form from the back, causing her to feel a little tingly from his touch, she smiled a little hiding her slight discomfort. She was actually quite familiar to his any kind of touch.

Be it affectionate or forced.

Mori nibbled her neck and a slight chuckle escape from her mouth. He stopped his actions for a few moments and rested his hands on her shoulders, looking at her intendedly.

"I prepared a present for you.," he said, taking out a small box from his coat's pocket.

A beautiful diamond ring with a pink amethyst stone in the middle. He gently placed it on her index fingers which fitted perfectly as if he made it for her sleek fingers.

"The ring suits you. Doesn't it?," Mori said. He kissed Kitty's lips passionately as if he was her husband.

The ring? She hated it.

She forced her smile as she still hold the wine glass on her hand and said, "It's perfect. Too perfect."

Mori took the wine glass from her hand and asked, "Is it poisoned?"

"I am not that foolish to poison the great port mafia's boss.," she replied, placing the red wine on the table.

Mori took a slow sip from the glass of red wine, the deep crimson liquid swirling in his mouth as he watched Kitty, his gaze dark and calculating. The heat between them thickened. Without warning, he stepped forward, his hand snapping to her chin, forcing her face toward his.

His lips crashed onto hers, his mouth filled with the taste of wine and dominance. The warmth of the wine mingled with the hunger in his kiss, as he deepened the kiss, the liquid spilling slightly between their lips, mixing with the sweetness of her taste. Kitty's mouth moved against his, caught between resistance and an undeniable pull, her lips dancing with his in a forbidden rhythm.

The sharp edge of his tongue explored her mouth, the contact almost feverish, possessive, as though he couldn't get enough. Mori's hands slid down her body, tightening around her waist as his kiss became more insistent, more possessive, demanding her surrender in every heated breath.

Mori's gaze softened for a fleeting moment, his fingers brushing over the diamond ring. He couldn't shake the feeling that she was slipping from his grasp, even as she wore the ring he'd given her. Was she truly his, or had she always been playing him?

Mori lips crawled on her neck as he kissed her, biting them and leaving a trail of bright marks. His actions were both romantic and dominant. But it'd leaned to the act of dominance more.

The air between them was thick with the scent of wine, the sharp edge of its bitterness mingling with the sweetness of her skin. His lips brushed against her neck, leaving a trail of heat that sent goosebumps down her spine.

Mori meticulously slid off her night gown. Kitty's face flushed with embarrassment, although Mori had seen her naked and traced every part of her body. She couldn't help but feel a little sense of embarrassment.

"Are you feeling shy, Kitty?," Mori said, holding her flushed cheeks, "Haven't we done this more than hundred times?"

"Yes, we have.," Kitty murmured softly.

"But I don't mind it at all.," he said, "Your red face is rather a beautiful sight."

Mori looked down at Kitty, her smeared red lips and the way her lips had stained his lips as well in an intimate dance of passion. He gently stroked her long beautiful hair. Kitty placed her hands on Mori's neck and brought it closer to hers, planting a long passionate french kiss.

"That's rare.," He said, his voice filled with a tinge of surprise.

Mori placed his hands between Kitty looking at her bashful face. He felt a warm sensation fluttering at his heart. She was giving in. Submitting to her.

Being under his control evoked a feeling so raw, so primal, it blurred the lines between passion and submission.

Kitty looked at his naked form and her act of subtle submission made her shy and even loved. She felt loved at that moment.

They had been intimate in every way possible. So being madly or perhaps slightly inclined to each other was natural.

Mori embraced kitty, his arms wrapped tightly against her body as he pressed his body against hers.

"Mori, ah.," she said, "Can't you be gentle?"

Mori was so involved and so blurred to the movements of passion between them. He was behind Kitty holding her tightly in his heated embrace.

"No, I can't.," Mori said in a raspy tone, biting her earlobe, "At this moment you are mine."

"Ah.," Kitty moaned, "you are...."

Mori lifted her chin and her neck was covered with a beads of sweat, which only futher fueled his intimacy. He grasped her chest tightly almost on the verge of suffocating her.

"Mori.," she screamed, "You are all in."

"Am I?," he said, moving fiercely against her, "Mhmmm... I can't control myself."

He pinned both of her wrist in his hands like a handcuff. He further moved with a rough pace, messing up her hair and giving her goosebumps all over her body.

Mori marked her neck giving another fresh love bites. Kitty looked annoyed but he was unbothered.

"Kitty?," Mori asked, "you want me to stop?"

"No, carry on.," Kitty replied, "I am used to your every fantasy."