Seducing The Phantomhive Twins

You Must Get Pregnant

Roaming his emerald green eyes lazily around her, his eyes caught sight of a blaring hickey at the side of her neck.

Knowing he had something to say, he concluded to stay quiet—it's way advisable not to talk to her when she's just coming back from ‘work’.

Without saying a word, he stepped completely down from the stair and headed for his destination. Mirabelle batted her eyelashes rapidly at his diapering figure; she's confused on what next to do.

A part of her is screaming ‘Go after him’ yet, her mind is desperately against the idea.

Mirabelle frowned—he's never ignored her like this before. He usually mutters a response or something; currently, she's displeased and anxious.

Then again, staying rooted to the floor won't get her an answer to his mood, neither will it resolve anything. So, Mirabelle, after heaving a sigh, made her way up the same stairs he descended.

After a few minutes of walking in the spacious hallway, she arrived at her room door.

“I'm home” she hushed to herself, stepping in. Mirabelle took off her shoes, her purse and also her clothes. Despite taking a bath before returning to the mansion, she feels f*****g dirty.

She needs to clean up. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it solidly around her plummy chest and then went into the bathroom.

The bath was long and warm—Mirabelle had spent almost an hour solubilizing. How much her life has changed during the past years.

She came to accept this place as her home; a home she's a s*x worker at. Furthermore, Mirabelle reminisced on how developed her relationship with Giovanni is.

Slowly, she bit her lips, as the images of their past encounters flashed through her mind in a daze. To think, she's now oddly comfortable with someone who deflowered her with just a thrust.

Mirabelle was prompted to get out of the bathtub due to a knock on the door. Wondering who it might be, she engulfed herself in the white fluffy towel before answering the door.

To her irritation, Law was the knocker. “Hey Mira!” he beamed, smiling widely and displaying his white set of teeth.

Mirabelle was unmoved; she can't seem to find a valid reason to why he's here. The question was literally glaring in her brown eyes. Yet, Law played Ignorant to it.

“What do you want?” her question was sharp and blunt.

“Oh, come on, don't act that way. We've been under the same roof for almost four years”.

“And I can't find a single f*****g reason to like you; your presence pisses me off like hell!” she snapped harshly at him. His countenance was now a bit angered.

“You've grown countless balls huh, you b***h?” he scowled, attempting to hit her with his raised hand.

Again, she was unfazed. Law stopped his balled fist in midair as he saw the straight face she maintained. Mirabelle smiled mockingly.

“Try it if you can. Master will have your head rolling. Ha!” She laughed tauntingly to his vexation.

Law clutched and released his knuckles simultaneously; over the past years, Giovanni had successfully gotten Madam Red to make her his.

Now, Giovanni is practically in possession of Mirabelle—it's almost like a master and slave relationship.

“Don't let it get to your head, b***h. You're just a tool” he smirked huskily at her.

“And you'll always be below, my Master” she added a wide mocking grin at the end of the sentence.

Damn! She knows where it hurts him the most; she knows how infuriated he is by the fact Giovanni is more liked, loved and adored by Madam Red.

Letting out an angry hiss, he turned briskly to leave. Madam Red wants you in her room before nightfall. He muttered, almost inaudibly, before leaving.

Mirabelle added more salt to an opened injury by chuckling behind him. Slamming the door, she etched.

Half an hour went by, and she could be seen laying flatly on the bed—her eyes failed to leave the ceiling as she thought of only him.

“What's he doing? Practicing? Is he on a mission or…? f**k! I want to see him” came a whisper from Mirabelle.

She's terribly itching to see him. Yet, she's afraid he'll get mad at her for coming uninvited.

Mirabelle slipped out of bed, moved to her wardrobe, opened it and searched for an outfit with her eyes.

Soon, Mirabelle was dressed in a baggy trouser which slightly showed off her luscious ass and a singlet. It barely contained her fleshy cleavages, yet she liked it.

Mirabelle also got a pair of punching gloves, a towel which she hung over her neck and then left the room.

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The chains were dangling recklessly as he released heavy punches on the punching bag. Despite how badly his knuckles were hurting, it even began to bled, he didn't stop. Instead, increased the hardness of it.

Giovanni breathed unsteadily, his version getting blurry, yet he continued.

Releasing another punch, Giovanni gasped lightly, staggering backwards on his feet. “s**t. Damn body, already tired?” he scoffed, placing his hands on his kneecaps. He could feel his heart slowly decreasing it's beat and the pains increased a bit. Giovanni, however, was so got up in his pains, he didn't notice her entrance.

Mirabelle ogled at him shockingly, finding it hard to believe how exhausted he seemed. Furthermore, she felt a bit uneasier; something doesn't feel right.

“Master Giovanni!” She said, alarmed, scurrying over to him. Standing right in front of him, she ditched the punching gloves quickly.

“Master, are you okay?” She inquired again, slightly afraid to touch him. He didn't respond, instead continued his heavy breathing.

Mirabelle took a bold step by grabbing his arm lightly. He didn't yell or snap at her, so she carried on.

Gently, she led him to the large bed—this is practically his room. He had Madam Red design a mind-blowing gym for it.

“Master Giovanni, where is it?” she asked, staring Intently at him. “The … drawer” he managed to say through so much difficulty.

Hurriedly, Mirabelle went to the drawer. She got a bottle of pills and went back to him.

A few minutes later, Giovanni was gulping down a pill, which she handed to him. It only took a few minutes before he calmed down a bit.

Mirabelle sat there quietly, ogling at him until he seemed normal again. She bit her lower lips—she wants to yell at him right now. He shouldn't over stress himself, but he never listens to her.

Giovanni placed the bottle of water on the floor and gazed at Mirabelle. His eyes scanned the outfit she's wearing—what is she trying to do? Seduce him? Honestly?

“Come closer”

As instructed, she shifted extremely close to him. But her eyes were lowered to the floor—she hates when he smrikes at her.

Giovanni moved his hand to her face, and lifted her chin. “Mas….ter” her voice trailed off, gaping into those mesmerizing eyes of his. They always leave her speechless—they're beautiful despite how much darkness they hold.

Drifting to her left ear, he bit her lobes softly, causing her to blush excessively.

“What are you wearing? Trying to seduce me, kitten?” he hushed, his voice sending shivers down her spine. “Uh…”

“Don't stutter!” he said abruptly.

“I'm…. Sorry” she apologized unnecessarily—what is she supposed to do here? Mirabelle couldn't see the smile that crept up his lips.

Unexpectedly, his hand groped one of her sumptuous breast. “Master!” she gasped in shock, as he began fondling it a bit roughly.

“Huh? What's the matter? Isn't this what you want?”

His hand slipped under her singlet, gripping one of breast. Mirabelle moaned steadily, already feeling the wetness accumulating in her pants.

Giovanni faced her squarely, his cold eyes ogling into hers.

“Master…”

“Have you seen Madam Red? She requested for you a while ago” he said in his usual cold tone.

“No. I…. Came here first. Aren't you glad I came?” she questioned back, a little scared of his reply.

If he truly doesn't want her here, she'll feel bad. Instead of replying, he claimed her lips in a daze.

Since it's something she's used to, she went along with the aggressive kiss—she opened up quickly, giving his wanting tongue passage Into her mouth. He kissed her savagely, making sure to nibble on her lower lips sweetly.

The sweetness of her lips always leave him wanting more—the tenderness of her lips, the plumpness and also the sweetness of it makes him desire more of it.

Knowing she'll be winded soon, he disengaged from the kiss shortly before reclaiming them again.

“Oh…” Mirabelle moaned, falling backwards on the bed as he mounted on her. Their lips moved crazily against each other, sucking on their lips hungrily while being oblivious of how quick their clothes disappeared.

“Hmm!” her eyes twitched in pleasure when his fingers rubbed her wetness readily.

Kissing her neck affectionately, he smiled once he saw the absent hickey—she knows better than to wash it off immediately. He hates them.

“Did they try to kiss you?” he asked, his lips buried in her neck. “N…no. I'd never allow that” her response was sincere and sharp.

“Better” a short grin appeared on his lips and vanished almost instantly. Working his way into her wet p***y, he pushed into her abruptly.

“Ah! Feels so… good” she moaned to his aggressive thrust, her entire body surging with pleasure and desire.

“You belong to who, kitten?” he thrummed, their lips brushing sensually against each other.

“I'm yours. I'm all yours”.

“Don't ever forget that. During the mission and after, you're mine” He rammed continuously into her.

Mirabelle was confused. What mission is he talking about? “Master what are…”

Giovanni sealed her lips shut with a hard kiss, which she accepted wholeheartedly.

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“Why does he go overboard sometimes?” she pouted, literally dragging her feet towards Madam Red's room. Know, Mirabelle regretted her actions; she would have visited Madam Red first and then Giovanni.

Finally, she arrived at her room. They were two guards stationed there, each looking stern.

“Good evening” she greeted, letting out a pretty smile. Mesmerized by her beauty once again, they parted ways for Mirabelle.

Stepping Into a dimly lit room, the smell of cigarettes filled her nostrils. Despite how used she is to it, Mirabelle let out a low cough.

“You're f*****g serious, Firefly? The smell of smoke shouldn't be s**t to you anymore” there, seated coquettishly on the bed, the 25-year-old smoked heartily.

The red nightdress she wore swept the floor as she crossed her legs more comfortably. She's so obsessed with the color red, even the cigarette stick she smokes were red.

“Good evening Madam” Mirabelle greeted, bowing a little. “Yeah yeah. Tonight, you're free, Firefly. I'm guessing Vanni was rough, huh?” Madam asked while smiling cunningly. Mirabelle lowered her head on, a bit embarrassed.

Madam Red let silence step in before she spoke up again. Puffing smoke out of her nostrils, she glanced at Mirabelle for a long time.

“Y'know the Phantomhive twins, right?” Madam asked suddenly. Though a bit surprised, she replied.

“Yes, of course I do. They're quite popular. Goldie and Sliver Phantomhive”

“Good. Well, you see…” Madam Red looked directly at Mirabelle.

“One of them has to get you pregnant. Mirabelle, you must get pregnant…!”