Seducing The Phantomhive Twins

A Common Slut

A COMMON SLUT.

Gazing down at the blood flowing down his manhood, he grimaced in anger. Her legs were literally shaking, but his strong grip on her knees are pinning them down.

Giovanni fixed his eyes on the blood, a light frown creeping its way on his lips as the memories flooded his head. They haunted him endlessly and now…he can't look away from the sight of blood, despite the effects it had on his body.

Mirabelle now embarrassed by his persistent gaze winced in pain—it's embarrassing to have somebody ogle at that place for such an abnormal amount of time. Does he find it revolting or what?

Needlessly, she wasn't bothered by that thought; this simply wasn't the situation to care about irrelevant things like that.

For starters, she's never had a conversation with this person before. But, his d**k is buried in her. It made her feel strange—not in the good way.

Giovanni, however, couldn't carry on with the intercourse—he just can't bare to see blood. So, slowly, he pulled out of her and a wince from Mirabelle trailed after.

“Huh? Seriously, you're done?” Madam Red said disbelievingly watching Giovanni stand up. He ignored her question and zipped up his pants.

“Forgive me for my incompetency madam” he turned, lowered his head and apologized.

Red grimaced; sometimes it's impossible to differentiate when he's been sincerely remorseful, or he's been unfeeling. Then again, that's one of the factors she likes about him.

“Don't sweat it” She shrugged, uncrossing her legs. The show is over, and it's already late; she needs her beauty sleep.

Madam Red turned and made her way out of the door with the cigarette still burning in-between her lips. Since her back was turned, she didn't notice the disbelieved look plastered on Law's face.

Giovanni went to Law, gave him an annoying grin before walking after their boss.

Law balled his fist in anger while lowering his head. “Madam Red! Are we going to leave her like this? She's still…”

“Her cherry has been popped. Didn't you see? What else do you want?” Giovanni interrupted his statement sharply and coldly. Law gulped down his words…and his anger.

He was expecting Madam Red to chip in, but she continued her walk out of the room.

Giovanni halted in his steps, awaiting Law to walk out first—he doesn't trust him around Mirabelle when she's this helpless.

Law gritted, spat a curse and hurried out of the room. He purposely brushed roughly against Giovanni shoulders as he waltzed out.

“Sickening bastard” a dry cackle escape Giovanni's lips. He spared Mirabelle a glance and bite his lips.

She's still laying there, with her chest rising and falling softly. He couldn't tell if she was crying or staring at the ceiling blankly.

Then again, he felt the urge to call a maid who'll attend to her. With that thought concludes, he walked out of the room.

On his way, he came across a maid who was entering the room. Guessing she's there for Mirabelle, he left wordlessly.

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The days had rolled into a week for Mirabelle. It had been exactly one week since she got deflowered.

Since then, Madam Red hasn't spoken a word to her. Mirabelle was instructed to work alongside the following maids, nothing more and nothing else.

Presently, she was in the kitchen, scrubbing the dirty dishes with a soapy sponge while humming a tune. Despite how cruel her life is, she won't let it belittle her happiness. She'll continue to smile constantly, just like her father. Mirabelle had developed a cordial relationship with most of the maids. To be exact, they were only 5 maids in the entire penthouse. Mostly, she runs the kitchen, while the rest are responsible for the other chores.

“Today seems quiet” she muttered, looking outside the window briefly. As she looked out, a hand which belonged to Law tapped her backside.

Since it was unexpected, she almost jumped and the glass plate, she held, came crashing down. Mirabelle turned shakily to look at him, he's grinning annoyingly at her.

“Hey dear! Never got to introduce myself” he smirked, closing the little distance between them.

For some reason, he seemed way wayward than Giovanni—she didn't like him. Mirabelle turned her gaze away, trying to avoid all form of eye-contact with him.

Law frowned, disliking her avoidance. He attempted to lean in closer when Giovanni spoke.

“We have a mission Law. Be fast” Giovanni spoke huskily from behind. Law scoffed raucously, taking a step backwards.

He glanced at Giovanni, who's leading comfortably against the wall angrily. He simply must interfere, huh?

Letting out another scoff, he retracted before walking out of the kitchen. With her heart pounding like crazy, she glanced at Giovanni with a small smile on her lips.

Mirabelle wanted to thank him but, he left abruptly. Yet, she smiled happily, at least, he isn't a pervert.

Later that night, Mirabelle was seen slipping into a slutty lingerie.

This isn't something she's comfortable with, but Madam Red provided her with clothes such as this.

Mirabelle slumped heavily on the soft bed. Her new life had come with nicer things, but, she wants her old life back.

It wasn't rosy, but she was happy. Before sleep could engulf her, a knock was heard on the door. Sharply, she out and went to open it.

She wasn't expecting to see him there. Mirabelle batted her eyelashes gorgeously at him, what's he doing here?

Without uttering a word, he crouched down and dropped a tiny frame on the floor.

“What's…”

He left again without speaking. “What was that?" she asked herself, staring at his diapering figure.

Quickly, she crouched down and picked it up. To her surprise, it was a tiny picture frame of her parents and herself, inclusive.

Mirabelle's heart fluttered excitingly. She beamed gleefully and almost squealed. Hugging the picture to her chest, she smiled.

“Thank you, Giovanni! Thank you so f*****g' much…!”

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3 YEARS LATER>>

The room was slightly dimmed, with a smooth yet alluring tone playing off from a stereo. Painted in an appealing color red and filled with the scents of rose petals, one would easily fall asleep.

A man, middle-aged, lanky with tanned skin could be seen. He's lying gallantly on the queen-sized bed with only a towel covering his nakedness.

His head laid gently on the pillows as he awaited her presence, which he requested for. He didn't seem to be in a haste, no. He seemed relaxed and happy.

The seconds had rolled into minutes, yet she hadn't stepped out of the bathroom. The man grew agitated. So, he tossed over the bed, adjusted the firmness of his knotted towel and slipped into a pair of flip-flop before walking to the bathroom.

Arriving at the door, he lifted his hand to place a knock on the door. But, his balled fist hung in the middle as the doorknob got pulled back from the other direction.

“Ha! I thought you fell asleep” a crooked and insincere smile crept up his lips. Likewise, her pretty tiny lips curled up into a cunning smile as she thwarted a cackle.

“Forgive me for the delay. I was… preparing for you” she responded, her tone seductive, lust and filled with desire. He gulped down nothingness, simply enticed by her captivating eyes.

In fact, every feature of her being fascinated him—ranging from her almond shaped eyes to her perky celestial nose and then her pretty lips which are always encased in a hot blood lipstick.

Mirabelle Romero was definitely God's finest creation. “Should we get down to business? Or you enjoy ogling at me with those eager eyes of yours?” She smirked, her right arm stretched to meet with his naked shoulder.

He shivered due to her touch; her skin soft, delicate and tender. He didn't respond to her question, instead, strolled back to the bed. Slumping on it, he posed, trying to appear sexily, but Mirabelle found it disgusting.

Wriggling his eyebrows, he loosened the knot of his towel, revealing his erected manhood. “Come to me”

Mirabelle maintained her smirk while she peeled the transparent robe from her skin. “f**k!” he gulped, feasting his eyes on her nudity.

From her plum healthy breasts to her middle, his mouth watered excessively. Mirabelle wasn't fazed by his reaction—the jaw drops, constant praise and exaggerated remarks were something she's embedded to.

Mirabelle cat walked her way to the bed, making sure to sway her robust round hips. The man, formerly known as her client for the night, was way too eager to have her.

Thus, he had pounced on her the instant she climbed. His slimy tongue, sucking, licking and savoring her body got her disgusted.

Yet, she couldn't push him off. Instead, she laid below him, allowing him carry out his desires on her. After all, she's here to satisfy his s****l needs.

Since she is a common w***e.

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The penetrative rays of sunshine had awoken her from her deep slumber. It's morning already. “f**k it” she yawned, batting her heavy eyelids numerous times.

Mirabelle turned over on the bed, gazing at the man she had spent a night with. To be blatant, Mirabelle had the most terrible night ever. Recalling how poorly his thrusts were, she found him pitiful.

Then again, she had to fake moans just to build his momentum. Nights like that got her bittered and filled with resent. Eventually, she had to get out of the bed. Going over to the bathroom, she took a quick bath—making sure to flush out every single fluid he had left in her.

Subsequently, she wore the fresh pair of clothes she had brought along the previous night. Mirabelle sported her not so lengthy hair into a short ponytail.

Stepping out of the bathroom, she came across the man awake. He was visibly exhausted. To think he's this tired for doing absolutely nothing - hmp!

She felt the need to huff raucously. “Baby girl. How are you?” he had asked sharply when he spotted her.

Mirabelle ignored the question, going over to the door. Her gesture stunned him; isn't she the same girl he f****d last night?

"Hey. What with the attitude?” he questioned again. Still, Mirabelle went out of the room without bothering to spare him a glance.

Stepping outside, she released a deep breath. “Son of a b***h” she hushed walking down the large hallway. On her way out, the occupants of the other room opened their doors.

Then again their countenance changed instantly they saw the famous w***e. The women, most especially, were displeased.

“Look at her. Such a b***h”

“Spreading her legs for everyone who comes her way”

“She's disgusting”

“Stop chasing our husbands”

“'Yay!”

As always, Mirabelle tuned them out, headed for the stairs—she'll continue to act oblivious to them, that's the only thing she can do.

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The estate known as Red Valley was popularized among the man whores, the pleasure seekers and the hornies - it's an estate that houses wholesome sluts.

Most people, who claim to be clean and pure, have nothing to do with a place like these. Presently, Mirabelle could be seen alighting from the taxi cab. While she made payment to the driver, he gave her weird looks. Probably wondering if she's also a s*x worker.

Mirabelle didn't seem worried or nervous by his peering eyes. She had walked right off after getting her change. Moments later, she was seen strolling into a gigantic penthouse.

They are numerous mansions in there, but she lives with Giovanni, Law, and Madam Red in the main penthouse. The entire estate can be considered as one massive brothel.

Finally, she walked into the living room and her eyes caught with his. She gulped down nothingness, watching him descended the stairs.

Currently, he's shirtless with his fingers diving into his curly hair. Mirabelle wondered if he's trying to seduce every female In the penthouse.

Arriving at the last step, his eyes caught with Mirabelle's figure. Feeling his eyes on her, she became nervous.

“G…good morning master Giovanni”