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Nerthus
Nodding and turning back to the painting, I think about how I could walk away politely after this embarrassment as I sense him shift. He leans in, lowering his voice as if he wanted to tell me a secret. “And I’m not quite into this kind of stuff.”
I turn my attention back to him, lowering my voice as well.
“Why not?”
He just shrugs and I snicker.
“Well, I always thought that it was awesome.” He looks at me with his brow raised and I add. “Art. I mean.” Clearing my voice, I continue to ramble along. “You see, every piece, like a painting, a song or even a poem holds the creativity of its creator. It captures its mood, its state of mind, its emotion. They practically gift us a piece of themselves that will forever be…” I look at him as he stares at me unimpressed and flash him a shy smile.
“Sorry, I’m talking too
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Nerthus “Good evening. Did you wait here all these hours?” My mysterious hulk diverts his gaze shortly before looking back at me. “Yes.” He is looking like teared out of one of my secret dreams as he is leaning against his limousine, dressed in the elegant tuxedo that I was ogling him in when my eyes weren’t on the paintings. I smile as I come to a halt right in front of him. “Why?” He shrugs, his eyes roaming my appearance slowly. “Did you fuck him?” I turn around to the illuminated window of the house I just came from and sigh. “Why would that be any of your concern?” He just stares at me, and I bite my tongue, literally. I take another deep breath as I obviously am losing the stare off. “We can stay like this all night if you want, big boy. I have no one waiting for me and no other appointment until tomorrow at three.” I smile at him, and he looks up to the house as a smirk creeps on his lips as well. “You are the one who needs to answer a question.” I squint my eyes as
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Nerthus I climb up the stairs on the dimly lit-up staircase to the third floor and every step I take seems to have my heart skip a beat. This is not healthy. My heart squeezes as I feel his presence following me silently. The pleasant anticipation I feel when I open the door to my alibi apartment is worrying me. “Here we are. Home sweet home.” I switch on the light after he is already standing in the living room with an open kitchen, and I walk over to the cupboards. “Would you like a glass of wine?” He is mustering the apartment with squinted eyes as he answers me without even sparing me a glance. “Yes.” I proceed to open a bottle of wine from the always stocked wine fridge and pour the blood red liquid into two glasses. “The door…” He is holding his glass and still mustering the paintings on the walls. “…it says Flannings/Gregori.” I take a sip from my glass and sit down on the white leather couch, pulling my feet beneath me. “Yes, Gregori is my friend's name. We share thi
Game With The Mafia King 13
Nerthus “Jax! Jax!” Jenna jumps up and down, getting the bouncer’s attention. He smiles as he opens his arms to hug her, and I ask myself how he could even recognize her with his sunglasses on. We walk into the club and I’m still hugging myself as my skin slowly gets warmed up by the crowded space we step into. Jenna takes my hand and I follow her to the bar where we take a round of shots. After we feel inebriated enough, we hit the dance floor. If it was for me, I would only go to woman-only clubs, but as Jenna sometimes loves the attention she gets from men and also uses this as her marketing scheme, I tag along and find myself disgustingly getting out of random men wrapping their arms around me, fighting off unwanted compliments or even worse. As another man starts rubbing himself on to me while shouting in my ear how hot I am, I wind myself out of his grasp and step closer to Jenna, telling him that I’m not interested. He insults me but still turns away with a scowl. Charming.
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Nerthus Climbing up a long iron staircase, I walk to a higher floor, followed closely by my mysterious hulk. On the floor there are several lounges with decorative curtains on the right side, whereas on the left side there is a wired balustrade that opens up to the dance floor. “The one in the back.” I turn back to face his smirking face before continuing to walk to the last lounge. There are a few people sitting in it already, but as we arrive they get up quickly, leaving us alone. My adonis sits down on a lounge facing the balcony and beckons me to sit next to him. I sit down, and cross my legs, scooping as closely as possible to him. “Are you stalking me?” His gorgeous smirk grows as I tease him. A hostess interrupts us, bringing us something to drink. I take a Caipirinha from her tray, thanking her before I gasp at him. “You are stalking me!” “What if?” He asks me before taking a sip from his crystal glass filled with an amber liquid. I shrug, playing with my crushed ice wit
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Nerthus “You don’t?” “Yeah,” he leans his head back, turning it to look at me. “I’m not good in bed.” He moves a bit closer to me, lowering his voice as he says, “I’m superb.” I laugh out loud, and I can’t remember when I genuinely felt like doing it. “Oh! Superb! Really?” I ask teasingly, making him answer with a chuckle. “Yeah, ask Renée.” “Oh, my God.” I laugh again while he smirks at me. “Or Rachel.” He takes another sip out of his glass, and I can’t believe that he is actually flirting with me. “You can’t trust anybody nowadays.” I say, drinking through my straw. “Is that so?” I nod, taking another sip before poking my crushed ice again. “I mean, they could tell me anything, right?” “Right.” He agrees with me, turning himself to me fully. “And what could we do about this?” Scooping myself closer to him, I put my legs over his and he shifts to grab my knees, pulling them to his crotch. “Maybe we could put your superb skills to the test?” “Tell me how and I’ll obey.”
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Nerthus I do as I’m told, positioning my left leg up a higher shelf. As he steps behind me, he grabs my neck, pushing me forward to open my core fully to him. I suck a breath through my teeth as he sinks one of his fingers into me slowly. With nimble fingers, he starts working my pussy, plunging them in and out of me fast. I scream in pleasure as he adds a second one and puts even more strength into finger-fucking me. “Oh, my God. Yes! Yes!” “Do you like it like this?” I can’t even respond as my nodding has him going feral, making me explode, literally, on his fingers. “Damn, beautiful.” He slows his pace without taking his fingers out of me and I wet my lips, looking back at him. He pushes his finger further into me slowly, burying them entirely until I feel his knuckles touch my pussy and I moan. He moves his thumb to my asshole, double penetrating me. I gasp, throwing my head back and he steps closer to me, increasing the penetration even more. “You like this, do you?” “Aaaa
Game With The Mafia King 17
Nerthus The next morning, I find Jenna already gone. All she left is a little note at the coffee machine. At least something. It states that she had to leave to get ready for another appointment and I try to think nothing into it, even though it kind of hurts me. As I get ready to go home, it just gets worse. I get text after text from clients cancelling their appointments or from my boss, telling me that someone just cancelled. I have multiple calls with her as she asks me what is happening. I would like to know too. This can’t be a coincidence anymore. In a timely range of two to three hours, my week is practically cleaned out with only one still standing prominently. Rodberg on Wednesday night. Slipping into my coat, I shake my head as if wanting to get rid of the thought creeping into my mind. I get on the street and hail a cab to get home. During the drive home, I have a bad feeling and suddenly find myself watching my back. Realizing what I am doing, I giggle to mysel
Game With The Mafia King 18
Nerthus On Monday morning my head already feels less tattered. The cut on my lips as well as the strangulation marks on my neck have come prominently on my skin and I just hope that they will fade by Wednesday. Applying my make-up and wearing a colored scarf would have to make the deal for a bit. Exiting my apartment, I freeze for a bit and nearly find myself not able to move. Reminding myself that this is not even the worst thing that happened to me, I push myself forward. It may not be the worst, but it happened as I felt the safest. I only get relaxed as I step out of the elevator and see a concierge greeting me and opening the door for me. “Thank you so much,” I say lowly as I step out and get into the waiting cab. *** “Oh, Love! How are you doing?” I turn around to my boss walking into her office and I clear my voice, flashing her a smile. “I’m fine, thank you.” She sits down behind her desk and I can read her expression immediately. “Really, I’m fine. I can work. Not
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