the ruination and redemption of a girl that realizes her worth before it was too late.
dedicated to the women that have gone through and survived toxic and abusive relationships. we are here for you, we will be patient, we will help you through it...
Kiki Ayomi and I had left the hotel after I had successfully had Havana sign the papers. We now stayed in my house in the city.
The movers had finished putting Kiki's stuff away along with her lovers. Sora looked me up and down before she bowed to me.
"Thank you, sincerely, Mr. Moreau for letting me stay with Kiki in your home." I nodded my head, dismissing her. She didn't miss a beat as she left, following Kiki's trail. She stopped before she rounded a corner, she turned to me. "And if you see your mistress tell her I thank her to." I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What? Explain." Her eyes widened, she reluctantly moved back to me.
She craned her neck to look at me before she looks back down respectively. "Speak. You had an encounter with my mistress?" She nodded, I took a seat. My arm resting against the back of the couch, I put my finger against my chin.
"Yes, she saw us at a park. She ran when we noticed us because-well she screamed. She seemed very shocked. And from what Kiki told me, after she and her had a conversation she was. But Kiki cleared everything up, and she vowed to never speak about what she saw." Sora declared.
I hummed to myself. "That's all." I dismiss, she nods and walks away.
I walk up the hidden stairs to the loft. I can hear faint music from here, I pause looking out in the street to see if Havana had invited anyone without my permission. But nothing was there.
I let myself in, surprised to see Havana dancing. She was singing along to the music that bounced around the cement walls of the loft.
She wore a mouth watering little set of clothes. It was a white two piece set, a off the shoulder crop top and high wasted baggy shorts. She didn't notice me, she was working on the clothing that I guess was for her school. She held a sewing needle in hand, I was worried she was going to poke herself as she still swayed.
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The entire outfit, especially the top was a little too short. I touch her thigh and bring my hand upward, she yelped poking herself with the needle. I took ahold of her hand, seeing the blood come out from her pointer finger.
I put Havana's finger into my mouth, watching as her breath hitched. "Dante what are you doing here?" She asked absentmindedly, she started to work again.
I frowned, "What I always come here for. What you are here for." I answer hostilely. She hums, not even looking at me. I let out a growl, grabbing ahold of the thin material of her top. She let out a muffled sound as she realizes my plan.
"No! Dante, please don't." She begged dropping her needles to hold my hand and pull it away from the garment.
Her brown eyes, warm up as she looks at me. She looks hopeful, but I give it a tug. She winces, "Dante, its for a project. I'll fail the class if I don't turn it in tomorrow." Her bottom lip wobbles. I drop my hand, hooking my finger into the shorts.
"That's a pity...I like ripping off your clothes." I confess, giving the shorts a harsh tug. She holds my arms, giving me a helpless look.
"I'll do anything! Please don't." I smirked taking my hand and wrapping it gently around her neck. I take a few steps back until we're sat on the couch. Her slim legs parted by my knees as she sat on my lap.
"Surprise me." She plopped down on me with a pout. Her hands twirl themselves in my hair, she leans back until she's fully pressing herself against me. She presses a kiss to my neck, I let my eyes close as she does it again.
The moment is ruined when she giggles, I glare at her. She laughs loudly as she gets a peak at my face. I shake my head at her, "I can't surprise you now. It won't be a surprise." She says quietly.
"Then I should just rip-" She grabs my hand, putting back on her backside. "It better be good." She smiled, "Now take the fucking clothes off." I said with a smirk.
"I was talking with Kiki, her lover had told me that you had encounter with them." Havana looked up, her cheeks blazing red. She sat on her knees, she was working on another article of clothing.
"Oh, yes. We had a talk already...can I use you for a second?" I raised an eyebrow at her comment.
"No." I said, Havana's eyes dimmed. "Kiki said you said something's...about us being dysfunctional." She bit her lip at my accusation. She tossed her head back and forth. She paused her project and looked at me. She only wore my button up shirt, her hair up in a ponytail.
"I just think it's weird that you guys can't be yourselves. It's sad, Kiki has to be stuck in a box and she has to be careful about showing the love for her girlfriend. And you..." She trails, smiling.
I scoff, "And me what?" She crawls over to me, resting her head on my thigh. I clench my jaw, holding myself from doing something I'd regret. She was so tender it amazed me. So gentle in everything she did.
"You're rough, dark, and you don't trust anyone. But you want to, right?" She asked me sweetly. I gave her a hard cold look.
"And how'd you find this out?" I ask taking her hair out from the elastic band. Her hair falls, shaping her face. She grinned, shrugging her shoulders.
"Observation. Now can I please please pretty please use you for this last thing?"
"Will you ever stay?" She asked me as she laid in bed. She had a sad look etched on her face. "It's been three days since you moved me in here." I walked over to her, picking up her wrist and examining the marks the ropes had left. She sighed, pressing her face into the pillows. "Did you see," She yawned. "All the new things I got?" I smiled, her eyes closed.
"Yes, I did. Go to sleep. You'll see me when you see me." I thought I was doing her a favor by pushing back the urge to come here and fuck her the three days I was absent. She's too sensitive. She was made to be handled carefully. Made to be loved.
