CHAPTER SEVEN - Dark Fantasy

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He,

Fuck...!

A wet dream.

I jolted awake in my chair from the sudden intrusion.

Shit...! Shit...! Shit...!

I was about see her face. Her beautiful little face.

Damn...! Only if I had woken up few seconds later.

I feel crazy for yearning to see her face, at least in my dreams, I loathe my pathetic self. Gritting my teeth, I muttered, "Baby girl, pray to your god—if you believe in one, not to cross my path. Because if that happens, even your almighty won't be able to save you this time".Knock...! Knock...!!

Again...

That person is going to be dead meat. Who the hell disturbs someone at midnight? I said irritably, "Come in".

It was Greta, my recent fling, soon fiance. The girl I had considered greeting at my ball event, instead my little beauty fly caught my attention.

She's wearing a tight sexy dress which covers nothing. Swaying her hip slowly and seductively, she's walking towards me, sat on my lap in a straddling position.

"Fuck, already missed me", she asked feeling my hardness underneath her. Smirked the effect that little mouse had created in a short span of time together that too in a dream. I closed my eyes, her writhing small figure flashing in front of me. I leaned back on my chair taking deep breathe.

"Let me ease your ordeal", she said and started to move her hip up and down on my hardness. I closed my eyes, only envisioning my girl's innocent moves. I never thought someone who is sweet, meek, and calm could make you hard.

Is it my new kink? Is that why I want her bad? To bed her and ravish. I couldn't find any other reason besides that.

Fuck...! Her little naughty acts are enough to make me grow unimaginably harder.

"Now I am here to satiate your hunger", Greta was blabbering not knowing the truth. I clenched my teeth not interested in her talks. I want to feel her, only her. Without opening my eyes, I said, "If you ever speak again, I'll throw you out of my room immediately. Now move faster!"

She increased her pace. All I can imagine is my mystery girl's innocent moans, biting her lips, riding me with all her might to satisfy me. I can't bear with her little tortures anymore, I wrapped my arm around her hip and with the other hand tightly grabbed her hair, restraining her movements, I started thrusting fiercely.

My girl is shaking in pleasure and struggling to cope up with my force. I am not going to slow down, I increased my speed and released myself.

Fuck...!

What a beautiful dreamy moment!

I opened my eyes, breathing heavily. When I finally calm down from high, I feel disappointed. I snapped out into reality by a voice "Fuck! I couldn't believe, I can make you release even with our clothes ON!"

I hate her, loathe her, for making me do all these desperate things, first dream and now illusion. I swear myself, when I meet her, I will make her beg and strangle to suffer.

"Get out", I shouted. Greta who had started to remove my clothes froze in surprise.

"What, we have just started darling, I...

"Get... Out", I cut her off in the middle and looked straight into her eyes warning not to defy me. She knew what is right to do, she went disappointed.

I opened my drawer and took her mask she had left with me on that day. I walked over to the window to get fresh air, lit my cigarette, took a deep puff, and gazed into the mask, feeling her presence. "Butterfly, you have countless places in the world to hide, because the day you cross me will be your downfall".

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