The morning came soon, her body entangled in his as she slept peacefully against him, his long limbs soon leaving her body to dress in his suit and admiring her figure as the covers pulled back, a small smirk settled on his face and rising to his feet to look at himself in the mirror, hearing her stir before he witnessed her watching him through the mirror "Sleep well, Princess?"
"Mhm" She hummed happily, slowly rolling onto her back before slowly raising from the bed and sighing out, reaching to rub her eyes and witnessing a small smirk on his face "I'm going to get changed and if you mention one word of this I won't hesitate to hit you?"
"Ashamed of me?" He teased, the woman rolling her eyes and pulling up from the bed, pulling open the dresser and pulling out a dress and watching as he stared with an amused smile, the tag being ripped off before she tugged the black slimming dress over her head "You look wonderful, but I would much prefer to take it off you"
"You sound like you want to be hit" She quipped, the man snickered and slipped behind her, his hand reaching down to tug the black fabric up and his hand slowly dipping down, her eyes rolling back as his fingers rolled over her crotch "Nope... Loki behave"
"Yeah? You want me to behave, Princess?" He whispered, the woman glaring in return as he pulled his hand back and sighed out, relaxing his forehead on her shoulder and she gently tugged the dress down, humming and frowning at her reflection "What's wrong Darling?"
"Bit too, little black dress?" She asked, the man looking up and reaching down to pull up the dress, slowly lifting it up her body and she allowed him to slip it over her head, throwing it on the bed before moving and pulling open the drawer, digging through and pulling out a tartan skirt, a black top and opening another draw to pull put a belt and held it out to the woman, she nervously took his suggestion, stepping into the skirt, zipping it up her side and slipping on the long black shirt and tucking it under the skirt, tugging on a pair of underwear and slipping the belt through the loops of the skirt and watching as he stared with an overjoyed smile "I think I need a bra"
"Why? Your tits look fantastic like this" He muttered, reaching down and cupping over the breasts and watching as she stared up with a quirked brow "They're perky, they look great, you weren't wearing one yesterday"
"It was a tight outfit, this isn't" She answered, his arms slipping around her waist and leaning in to leave one last kiss on her lips, the woman standing staring at him with a soft frown "Do you remember what I said last night?"
"I know Princess, you don't want this, but the moment you come back to me begging me to take you will be the day I have you forever" He spoke in a soft whisper, softly smiling at the woman as she stared back with a quirked brow, tipping her head to the side and watching as he stepped back and wandered to the bed, tugging the sheets up to make the bed, her eyes following him as he hummed softly and spoke in a humoured tone "Plus it'll be pretty hard to get last night out of your head"
He wasn't wrong, all she could think about was how his lips felt on hers, his hands grasping onto her hips and the way he made he feel, like she was worth the world and more. She turned her head away, facing the bedroom door and clearing her throat "Well Lucas probably hates you now"
"I bet" He muttered, walking closer to the woman and looking down with an overjoyed smile "I know I always say this but... You look gorgeous, really"
"Thank you, Loki" She whispered, his fingers grazing up her sides before pulling away and glancing over at the door, she simply grasped onto his hand and tugged him towards the exit, reaching over and grabbing a clean pair of socks from the top of her laundry basket and stepping into the trainer socks, he waited behind and reached out to brush his fingers through messy strands of hair, gently calming the wild bush into a tamed hedge and watching as she walked out of the room and walked to the stairs, Loki shutting the bedroom door behind himself and following, hearing the sound of sizzling from a frying pan as he walked down behind her "Someone is making omelette, I hope for me"
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Dear Evil
Short Story❝ Money is the root of all evil, a little makes you generous, a lot makes you greedy But maybe it's not the money that is evil, perhaps it's the humane need for more ❞ Clarissa Hampton's life was turned upside down as she met her brother's childhoo...
