{Final Book: Part 3 to the "Vulnerable [K.M] series. }
"Protect her for me." They begged, tears welling in the corner of their eyes upon recognizing this was it, there weren't going to be any more second chances. Just freedom, for Hope.
Crumpled in...
This chapter is 18+ and if you aren't supposed to be having sex then don't read about it. But for my legal hoes, change ur panties bitchess
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Chapter 4: Deranged
[D. K]
"Who's heart is that, sweetheart?"
Strolling past him, rich red staining her left hand until she dropped it carelessly into the bathroom sink. One side step to the right and she was turning the shower knobs to as high of a heat as it would go. "You really want to know?"
Klaus pondered the thought for a moment, plump bottom lip poking out before he sucked in a deep breath, flipping the morning paper. "Did they deserve it?"
"Without question."
"Then happy hunting, my precious."
Stripping bare, throwing her stained clothes into the laundry bin, she pulled the hair tie from her brown tresses—nails scraping against her scalp in temporary bliss. Or so she thought, warm water clearly fared as ten times better. "You have any plans for the day?"
The steady thrumming sound of the water pouring down into the shower drowned out immediate noise, her hybrid husband solving that problem by stripping as well, meeting his wife inside. "Rebekah left to go find her body, I am currently looking for leads on anyone who may have possibly seen Freya."
"I really hope she didn't take after your father because I'm not sure how many more Mikaelson's I can take."
Teasingly pinching the nipple that was just standing there at attention waiting for him, a naughty smirk on his face. "You're only taking one, but I also understood you meant."
"When do you leave?" She questioned, her bottom lip slick from her tongue.
"I've got thirty minutes."
Her smile deepened, granting him a sensual kiss before slipping from his grasp and into the bathroom. Seconds later after the curtain had been secured and the perfectly pressured hot water steamed down her skin like warm kisses. Dakota had only gotten so far as to get her hair wet, the moisture dripping into her eyes—upon opening she was faced with a bare hybrid.
Blue eyes half-lidded and smooth creamy skin sliding up her arms before reaching behind to grab her soap. Squeezing a generous amount into his hand, he began washing her body—poorly so, she'd have to go back over with her actual rag that's for sure. But the steady feeling of his slippery hands sliding down her neck, falling over the waterfall over her shoulders just to land at the top of her chest, fingers rubbing teasing circles around her nipple. Dakota felt charged, completely vibrating with anticipation and she couldn't even help her sarcastic mouth. "How am I supposed to wash my hair if your distracting me?"
