Regrets

“My lovely Haruhi… did you just try to punch me in the face? After all, the face is the most important tool of our business, can’t afford to hurt it… so…. You tried to punch me?” Kyoya slickly breathed into Haruhi’s ears.

“Yes you bastard! Now fucking let me go! I don’t understand why you and Tamaki could ever be friends! He’s so much better than you.” Haruhi stated out with confidence but slightly winced when she felt Kyoya’s silky hair lightly brush against her cheek.

Even if he IS a bastard, he is one cute bastard.

Haruhi breathed heavily as she felt Kyoya’s breath trail down from her ears slowly down her neck. Then, Kyoya closed his lips on her neck and sucked down hard. He kissed hard on her tender skin and took another bite.

“ahh…! Kyo… kyoya! St…sto..stop…” Haruhi breathed as she tried her best to wriggle her wrists out of Kyoya’s firm grip.

But her attempt to escape was futile, after all, she had quite a delicate frame and Kyoya, has proved his slim build to be quite strong. When he released, a fresh red love-bite was brightly visible and placed another kiss on the red spot. He turned his attention to her collar bone and kissed it hard. Without looking, he moved on to unbuttoning her top with one hand and pushed the fabric aside to stare straight at her full breasts. Surprisingly enough, she wasn’t wearing a bra. What was covering her full breasts was merely a thin, see through silk tank top that draped graciously over her now erect nipples. Kyoya stared in awe; he never thought Haruhi would dress up like that.

“I see…. Haruhi. You have quite a… peculiar interest. It’s quite attractive, really. And very fatal…” Kyoya muttered and shifted his head upwards.

“No… Kyoya… ahh…. Please… ahh….” Haruhi pleaded feebly when Kyoya ran his fingertips under the curves of her breasts and in circles around her excited nipples; the sensation increased exponentially through the thin layer of smooth silk.

He now faced Haruhi straight and slowly leaned closer. He observed carefully and saw that Haruhi’s cheeks are now ruby red, her lips moist from her own licking, and her eyes were a swirl of warm, mocha. Suddenly, Kyoya lips crashed upon Haruhi’s as he hungrily feasted upon the softness of her cherry lips and forced his tongue into her mouth. He released her wrists and he placed them on her heaving chest. Having both hands on her trembling breasts he massaged them with his fingers and pushed them around in circles; but he constantly kept a firm push on Haruhi to keep her close against the wall. He opened her mouth wider and forced all of his tongue in. Haruhi squirmed a bit and tried to escape until she finally succumbed to his seduction and slid her tongue into his mouth. He quickly twisted his with hers and they were locked into a deep kiss.

“so… I see you’ve fallen for me? What a tease… …” Kyoya whispered between breaths and claimed her lips once again, his cheeks now slightly blushing; he felt his heartbeat race.

At that moment of realization, Kyoya froze. Suddenly, he pushed Haruhi away from him and released his grip. A trail of glistening spider web lingered between their lips and he jerked himself away from her. Haruhi was stil in the state of pleasure and slumped down onto the floor. Her cheeks were cherry pink and her legs were bent and spread open. He could vaguely see, the small wet patch on her lingerie that stained the silk. Her whole body was shuddering in slight pleasure. After all, this was her first small intimate experience with a guy. She laid limp on the floor and stared passionately at Kyoya.

No this cannot be! Kyoya thought in panic.

Kyoya put his hands on his head and backed away.

I NEVER fall for a girl… they’re all just my income tools…… no… this must be an illusion. Yes. That must be it. Be cool, Kyoya Ootori. Be cool.

He cooled down and walked towards Haruhi. Kyoya roughly yanked her up into an embrace and placed one hand on her hips and the other tilted her face towards his. He carefully observed her warm, glistening eyes and her pleasured expression.

God, she was beautiful.

He closed in and placed his lips, this time, gently on hers.

Girls are tools after all. He thought. So easily swayed…

SLAP!

Haruhi finally regained her consciousness and slapped Kyoya hard on the face. She added the cherry to the delight as she closed the curtains with a hard kick in his balls.

“That’s what you get for toying with a girl. Tools, huh?” Haruhi mocked as she quickly buttoned her shirt.

“And of course, there won’t be a next time.”

With confidence, she strode graciously out the huge mahogany doors and left Kyoya curled up in pain, alone in the room.

“Fujioka Haruhi… I will get my revenge…” Kyoya gritted his teeth as he tried to stand on his feet.

He dragged his legs across the marble floor as his foot hit something small. A locket was dropped on the floor, right before his foot. He slowly picked it up with difficulty and opened it. Then, he smirked.

“Of course there will be a next time… Fujioka Haruhi…”

Then he slowly walked out of the door and closed it behind him, the locket held tight in his hands.

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