Dazai stood up and Kitty held his wrist in desperation, she was shameless. She'd left enery ounce of shame in Mori's pristine room.
Kitty wept desperately. Her hands trembled to the sudden trauma. She gripped his arms tightly, "Please, Dazai."
Dazai looked down at her broken state with an unflinching aura. The brown eyes had seen many deaths, done things beyond human comprehension.
Eyes that harbored no warmth.
No remorse.
"Do you know what I want, Kitty?" His voice was low, almost gentle, but his gaze was anything but.
She shook her head, trembling under his touch.
"I want what Mori gets every night," he said, his words slicing through her like a knife, unapologetic and cruel.
Silence fell, heavy and suffocating, as his meaning settled over her like a shroud.
Kitty stopped crying for a second, a fresh drop of tears appeared on her eyes, one stream fell on her cheeks. Dazai bent his knees and Kitty embraced his form, pressing his chest against hers.
"Desperate. Are you?," Dazai said.
"Yes, I am.," she replied.
Dazai cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips against her. Kitty had been quite reluctant to his touch.
"I have set a high bar when it comes to Mori's favourite doll.," Dazai traced the outline of her lips, "A proud woman like you... losing a dignity to a bandage reeking man. Both tragic and comedic, Isn't it?"
"Should we go somewhere?," Dazai asked, "A well-kept princess like you might find the place to be derogatory.... even my other women finds it... ummm... dirty."
"No... I don't want to go anywhere.," she said, "Just make it quick."
"Quick?," Dazai asked, "It will be far from quick."
Kitty took off her jacket and placed it on the floor and she started taking off her top too but he stopped it and whispered, "I will do it myself."
Dazai took off the top from her body and tossed it aside, exposing her black lacy net bra, "Oh you have come prepared." His eyes widened in surprise.
He looked down on her jeans and slipped it down her body, "My God, a matching panty."
"You surely are good in bed.," he pulled her closer making her sit on the lap so that she'd faced him straight. Kitty looked away not meeting his gaze directly, "Do you realize how beautiful you look right now?"
"Chuya calls you ethereal, Mori calls you an other worldly beauty... unrealistic.. almost like a porcelain doll.. but do you know what's my opinion?"
"What?," Kitty looked down at him, his eyes softened a little.
"You are not beautiful... you are just sad.," Dazai looked up, "A tormented kind of beauty."
"Unhappy people are sensitive to the unhappiness of others.," Osamu Dazai said.
Kitty looked away, a fresh tears appeared on her face. Dazai brushed her tears away and uttered in a seductive voice, "I don't want a woman crying in my embrace."
"If you don't want this. We can stop.," he said, his voice was now filled with concern.
But Kitty was determined, she didn't want favours, especially not from a manipulative and cunning person like Dazai whose ruthless reputation preceeded him.
"A demon prodigy."
Kitty looked at him angrily and cupped his chin from both the side and kissed him brutally. A kiss which had no gesture of affection or any warmth. It looked like an act of protest. She even managed to bruise his lips.
"I don't need any favours from you.," she replied.
Dazai wiped his lips and touched the bruised lips and smiled, "you are so loving to me. Aren't you?"
"Maybe, I will have to return your favours.," he said, pushing her on the floor. She'd looked enticing in black lacy lingerie set. His eyes raked her body.
"Haven't you seen enough?"
"Yes, I have.," Dazai removed his coat and Kitty unbuttoned his shirt, with a slight pause she said, "Do you wanna do it with clothes on?"
"Mmm, as tempting as the idea of leaving our clothes on is, I'd like to see all of you, Kitty. I want to feel your skin against mine. No barriers, no distractions. Just us, in the moment."
He continued to unbutton his shirt, revealing his lean, muscular frame. He leaned down, his body hovering over hers, his arms on either side of her head, pinning her in place.
Dazai slipped his hands, patting at her back and he gently unhooked her lacy bra. Kitty blushed a little, Dazai eyes widened at the sight, he was not expecting her chest to be well rounded and slightly on a bustier side. He cupped them and looked at her expression, "Careful.," she said.
"Women are like poetry, and I'm fluent in every verse.," Dazai said.
Dazai threw off his boxers, she was baffled to see his member hanging out all hard and straight.
"You look rather scared than amazed?"
"Yes. It's quite on a larger side."
"There's a saying about skinny and tall man... that they are bigger on a...,"
Kitty placed a hand on his lips, interrupting him and said, "Don't you feel ashamed to say something so vulgar?"
Dazai bit her fingers and answered, "No."
Kitty's gaze softened with sudden sadness as she looked down at him, her shoulders tense with unspoken emotion.
"Now, Kitty do you look sad because I mention tall and skinny men having an extraordinary dick or is there something else ticking you off?"
Kitty hugged him all of a sudden and said, "Dazai, please be gentle to me."
Dazai stroked her black raven long hair and said with a hint of mischief in his eyes, "You don't need to worry about that."