Break Apart The Order [Kyoya Ootori]

The Fourteenth Song: Sweetness Hides The Bitter Inside

WARNING!!! Mature Content Ahead!

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Novella's POV

I was tangled in nav silk sheets, my breathing erratic and chest rapidly falling and rising.  I could feel my Little Mouse beside me, still coming down from hs second high of the morning. I licked my dry lips, and turned my head to face him. Oh, the hatred and disgust in his eyes... The feelings that swell in my breast every day could never be touched by such pitiful emotions. I held back a grimace. He may have the body - and talent - of a god, but he's got the mind of a child. The perfect toy to break bit by bit.

I released an airy laugh, my fingertips grazing along the bare valley between my breasts," Aww! Why the mean look, Little Mouse?" He was silent, his gaze becoming venomous. I ignored his empty threat, and smiled sweetly. I rolled onto my side, leaning over and biting gently on his ear. I growled softly, my hand caressing the flesh of his inner thigh," Want another round?" He snatched my wrist tightly, and shoved me away. I landed on my back, watching him slide out of bed and tug on a white rob. I eyed him like a predator eyes their prey, and as he retrieved a drink of water, I smiled wickedly," I bet you wouldn't turn Harumi down for a third." He snarled savagely," Don't ever speak her name, whore." I gave a fake gasp of horror, but I spat out," Says the Little Mouse who's slept around behind her back! You've got no right to talk! You slimy, cum-guzzling, selfish litt-"

My phone began to ring the moment I had him cornered.

I put on my cutesy voice when I answered," Hi hi!~ Novella speaking!~" "Wow. You're up early." My angel replied, her voice a gift from God and music to my ears. I couldn't hide my excitement," Oh, Harumi! Good morning!" Kizami froze at the mention of her name, fear plastering itself onto his face. "Want me to tell her you're here, Little Mouse?" I mouthed to him, smiling deviously. "Mornin' to you too." Harumi replied as Kizami quickly retreated into the bathroom," I thought I should let you know tha the club isn't meeting today." I laid upon my stomach, my legs up and my ankles crossed. I began to twirl my finger into a golden lock," Is it cause of the party tonight?" "Yep." She answered, popping the 'p' at the end," Apparentl it takes hours for rich folks to get ready for a fancy schmany event. Gotta skin something pretty and make it amazing." I laughed, almost forgetting where I was and what I was doing. "Oh, you coming to my place tonight to get ready? The guys'll be here at like nine or something to get us." Harumi asked. I smiled brightly," Oohh~ Sounds like fun! Okie dokie, I'll see you then!"

"Sounds good. Later!"

I hung up, releasing a soft sigh as I did so. I smiled faintly at the wall paper that decorated the screen of my phone. I always have pictures of Howaito Noizu stashed somewhere; my secret treasure. The wall paper this time was the one I took in Okinawa. It was after the volley ball game, when Harumi smiled at that glasses-wearing pest. She was the only figure in focus, the girls of that rat's nest of a Host Club nothing but blurs. Harumi's gorgeous eyes were closed and her smile was bright, an arm held up high as she waved to him and not me. I heard the sink's faucet running in the bathroom, and smiled. I was able to claim Kizami as my Little Mouse. Now, I'll get a Little Rat with glasses.

"Whatever you're planning won't work."

I rolled onto my back, my face close to his 'toy' and my body exposed. I looked up to my pet, atting my eyelashes and smiling innocently," What makes you think that?" "Whoever Harumi's surrounded herself with must be clever. With Atsutomo and the others around, you'll lose in an instant." He replied, snarling," You won't win." I scoffed, rolling back onto my stomach. I rose to my knees, my hands on my hips as I glared at him," Oh, please. Spare me that 'brave' act Kizami." With a darkness laced in with my grin, I slowly reached into his robe. My fingertip grazed against the slit of his twitching flesh. His breathing hitched as I left invisible trails on his member that began to magically grow, harden, and throb," You've got no right to talk after all. You've already lost, haven't you?" As his will began to fail him and his lust poked out from the soft white fabric, I could see those dirty emotions in his eyes. They were becoming deeper, stronger, and wild. So pathetic...