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chapter twenty three. jehkyl and hyde ════ ⋆͛♡⋆͛ ════
ELIZA GASPED AWAKE, breathing heavily as she tried to place where she was. A smirk painted itself onto her face as her senses told her exactly who she was with.
"Klaus. You in the shower?" She spoke, throwing her legs over the side of the queen sized bed. She went in her bra, sliding out her small little contacts case. Plucking them from her eyes, she blinked heavily.
She set them down on the bedside table, standing up. Her clothes were bloody and sticky, she felt dirty. Shedding her cardigan, she tossed it in the garbage can. Tearing her skirt off, she discarded it in the can as well. All she had on now was her black lace set and her top.
"If I'd known about this, I wouldn't have gotten fully dressed." Klaus teased as he emerged from the bathroom.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Eliza chuckled, her comment having a dark undertone. Reaching up and pulling her hair out of its updo, her long ginger locks cascaded down her bare back.
He simply ignored her, going about his business.
"Someone too flustered to respond?" Eliza laughed darkly, slowly walking toward him.
Klaus rolled his eyes and went to walk around her, keeping his eyes on the other side of the bed. She caught his wrist, halting his movements.
"What are you doing?" He spoke lowly. She pulled him around to face her, their eyes connected.
"We almost kissed earlier, didn't we?" She stated.
"I have no clue what you're talking about." Klaus responded.
"You're telling me that if I kissed you right now, you'd back away?" Eliza leaned over to mutter in his ear.
She felt his breathing get heavier, a smile on her lips at her accomplishment.
Suddenly, the position was switched and Klaus had hand wrapped around her throat as he struggled to find the words to respond. Violence was the only answer.
Their eyes stayed in contact, Klaus breathing heavily and Eliza's smirk still intact.
"Do it a little harder. I like it rough." Her smirk got wider.
Klaus couldn't help himself around her, happily complying. Their lips smashed together, moans coming from both ends. Klaus' hand dropped from her neck and to her top, ripping it down the middle.
