anything. It was things like this that made you hate him - this stupid facade. The tiny touches and pecks that drove you mad.
"Ciel.." You breathed, "But Elizabeth.." Yes, what about her? His fiance. How was she going to react if she ever found out about this? To see her love
pinning another woman to the wall, his tongue dragging along her jaw line and his hands groping her breasts as she moaned his name? What would be
her reaction to know that it had been going on for far too long?
"Relax, (F/N)." He simply chuckled into your ear, before leaving a trail of butterfly kisses around your chest area. "She would not even think to come to
this part of the manor."
"And the others?" You squeaked, trying to keep your voice low. "What will they think?"
Ciel shrugged, "I've ordered Sebastian to keep the others on watch while the ball is in process." You let out a sigh of relief, only to be hyped up again
when Ciel's hands wandered around your private areas, fingertips brushing the cloth of your dress lightly.
Every single ball for the past year, this has happened. He'd say there was things to discuss, escort you to his chambers and have his way. Whether iy
was simply pressing his lips on yours roughly or violently making you moan his name in lewd fashions - it was every single time. You were surprised Lizzy
or anyone hasn't noticed this, that you were the same girl Ciel Phantomhive invited as a special guest each time.
Yes, you're still a girl, in the clutches of this man. Oh, how special and powerful yet lewd and shameful you felt. To be doing these things as early as the
age seventeen. How horrible . . horrible . . horri - ohh ~ !
His fingers etched underneath the hem of your dress, exploring areas you never dare to name. Oh, but it felt amazing. Yet, you were not supposed to
enjoy it. Oh, dare you call yourself a slut. But, in the heat of the moment, you could never get yourself to care.
Oh, how your reputation would be forever bruised if anyone were to find out about this. Nonetheless, the public. Your mother and father would surely
bring out the whip on you, telling you how awful you were and what a shame it was to have you in the family.
Ciel whispered your name. The way it just, agh, rolled off his tongue. Like candy, it was bittersweet and laced with mischievous intention. You clung to
him as he kissed you here and there, bit into the sensitive flesh of your neck, shushing your moans with rough kisses. Surely you'd be bruised. How will
you go back into the ball room like this?
"Stay tonight." He ordered, and you nodded. "I'll have Sebastian tell your guardians."
You gulped. Surely, Ciel would come to you tonight. He'd make you his all night long, claiming his territory. "My queen," He'd mumble while making you
squirm with whatever teasing he'd use on you.
But, no, to the public you promised you were just discussing politics.