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fashion crimes - self para 002

Her vision is cloudy and blurring around the edges, there is a ringing in her ears and Kitty understands exactly what is happening. She is surprised that it took this long. The pain that’s shooting through her body is starting to fade into something numb and she can’t figure out if that’s good or bad. 

Ironically, her thoughts are far from her health and whether or not she’s bleeding out all over the tacky marble floor she’s always hated.  They stray to blood patterns and how to get them out - what would work? Lemon juice is the first thing that comes to her mind and for five minutes, she tries desperately, to figure out who told her that, how she knew it. Was something as simple as lemon juice able to break down the complicated mixture that blood was? Was something coated in the life source of another wearable? Even when the offending stains were gone and forgotten? She contemplates and contemplates, eyes observing the classic details of the ceiling that somehow manage to make her feel better. To concentrate on the dips and swoops of the paints and how gorgeous they look - a perfect palette was always a gift to her. She admires the commitment and dedication. Kitty sighs and settles on a maybe. 

After that she finds herself crying, tears streaming from the corner of painted up eyes, turning puffy pink cheeks red and making it harder and harder to breath. Chest rising and falling and it’s not long before she starts to panic, to cough and choke on the air that won’t reach her fucking lungs. Her mind is racing, it’s gearing up because these could be her final moments. This could be the last time she ever has the chance to breathe, to think, to imagine how perfect living in Scandinavia could be. But she doesn’t, she can’t, because her clothes are covered in blood and not all of it’s hers. 

Because today was the day some assholes decided that they would come into the di Angelo house and throw a fit that involved bullets and a lack of accuracy that investigators only found at massacres. They hadn’t taken into consideration that maybe Kitty Grace didn’t feel like dying today. That maybe she didn’t want blood staining her clothes or her, oh god, fucking shoes - white chunky wood sandals and she suddenly starts crying harder because there was no way she was getting blood off wood. She would have to toss them, three inches with one hundred percent leather straps that criss crossed in a pretty pattern that had her grieving - tossed because a couple assholes didn’t know how to settle a grievance without popping a few caps.

It was a fucked up crime against fashion and Kitty vows, as she lays there against dirty marble, vision dim and breathing shallow, that she would make those bastards pay.  That if she died there, her afterlife would be dedicated to haunting them, slaughtering wardrobes with a ghostly power she was sure her rage would benefit. 

"I hope mommy picks a pretty dress..." she sighs before her eyes roll up behind closed lids. The woman always thought she'd make a pretty corpse. 

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tell me what your worst fears are. i bet they look a lot like mine. tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night. tell me that you’re struggling, tell me that you’re scared—no, tell me that you’re terrified of life. tell me that it’s difficult to not think of death sometimes.

tell me how you lost. tell me how he left. tell me how she left. tell me how you lost everything that you had, tell me it ain’t ever coming back. tell me about God. tell me about love. tell me that it’s all of the above. say you think of everything in fear. i bet you’re not the only one who does.

everyone in the world comes, at some point, to suffering. i wonder when i will. i wonder.  everyone is out searching for someone or something. i wonder what i’ll find. i wonder. 

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Galia Lahav - The Lourdes Collection

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So maybe Kitty wasn’t the best at thinking things through. The bad but endlessly entertaining habit she had of saying the first thing that came to her mind without thinking of the repercussions had always left her in a pile of drivel she was less than happy to clean up. So when she felt thick fingers wrapped around her neck, she knew she was going to get burned by the fire she so recklessly played with, even as adrenaline filled her from the sudden pressure at her throat. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that he’d be at a point of such rage but then again, she should have known better. 

Her eyes fluttered closed when he’d shoved her into the wall and she let out a gasp, fingers coming up to tug at his wrist. Her breathing became harsh and heavy as she started to push him away, small fists coming up to smack against his chest and shoulders but her efforts proved to be fruitless. He was a wall that wouldn’t budge until he’d gotten what he wanted from her. Unfortunately for him, she was a stubborn little brat who had nothing but the bitter fact that he’d left her on her mind. The only reason he’d come barging into her room was not because he wanted to see her, not because he wanted to get familiar with the curves and dips of her body again, it was because he thought she had something to do with the impending corruption of his sister. 

The whole thing was ridiculous. 

Upon hearing the forsaken nickname, a chill engulfed her and she had to close her eyes once more, turning away from him. Her hands were at his again, trying (if you could call it that) to break the hold he’d had on her. His words were like acid, coming to wash over her and burn, only adding to the bitterness she’d long ago reserved for him and only him. “I’m sorry, daddy, I still have…no…idea..what you’re talking about,” she gasped the words out once his fingers pressed to her flesh, sending another wave of adrenaline (or maybe it was excitement?) through her. Her eyes darted back to his face, the dull color of green darkened with the rush. “Don’t be stupid,” she spat, “Don’t be so stupid as to think any of the girls here are ever forced into this - We provide work. If your sister is here, which I’m sure she isn’t, I’m more than sure she proved her worth when she laid on her back, willingly,” the words came out harsh, aiming to hurt and upset him. She wanted to see him break and falter, wanted to see him in the state he’d left her in. “I’m sorry to burst your sunshine filtered bubble, but maybe your precious sister isn’t as precious as you thought, eh?” 

We Rattle This Ghost Town - Nick and Kitty

Nick was in one of his red moods.  Quite literally. His vision clouded, crimson along its edges as blood flooded his brain.  The anger inside of him was completely unfettered, any sense of good judgment drowned in a tide of temper that was rising higher and higher by the second.  It wasn’t merely Ava.  Not once he had thrown open the door to the room he and Kitty had shared for days and nights on end.  Not once he’d seen her again.  Standing there, with the same cat-like glint in her eyes and the feline smirk on her face that made him want for nothing so much as a collar to throw around her pretty little neck.  So he could strangle her by it.  He was furious that she had brought him here.  Back to a place and a woman he had done his damndest to forget.  Her schemes, for he was sure this was one of them, had tugged him back to feelings that had been buried deep down for so long.  But an eternity wouldn’t have been long enough.  It all came back.  The same passion, raw and rough though this time it was transmuted into fury.

The kind of fury that didn’t think twice about lunging forward, reaching a strong arm to grab Kitty by her throat and force her backwards, slamming her into the wall and pinning her to it by fingers that had not abandoned the touch-memory of what it felt like to curl around her neck, to squeeze at that warm, flushed skin under very different circumstances.  There was no helping it.  Their bodies crashed together like waves upon a rock, neither giving way completely to the other, each an element of nature that could never surrender.  Staring down at her, his former lover, Nick might have lost track of his reason for this furious tirade.  She was exquisite, just as he remembered.  The same face he had conjured in his mind on so many nights, stroking off in the shower or beneath the sheets of a solitary bed.  The same body he had slid up along this very surface time and time again, until he fucked her firm ass clear through the drywall.  The same fire glowing back in equal measure to his.  The defiance and spirit in her that both challenged and begged to be pummeled into a hard-fucked and hard-won surrender.

He might have forgot … but for Ava.  Somewhere in this hell hole, his sister was being held.  She was being trained and groomed, turned into an insatiable slut just like the one he had grown to love what seemed like a lifetime ago now.  For her, he wouldn’t relent.  He wouldn’t let up. He wouldn’t falter or give in to any of Kitty’s considerable bag of tricks. “Don’t play games with me, kitten,” he warned, the old petname he had growled into her ear on so many heated nights turned bitter on the tongue. “She’s here.  My sister.  No one gets inducted into Carmine di Angelo’s glorified harem without your knowledge so stop playing dumb with me and give her up or so help me God I will choke the life out of you.”  His fingers flexed inward, pillowing against the taut muscles and tendons of her neck and throat, reinforcing the threat as a promise. “If I gave a damn about the consequences, I wouldn’t be here to begin with.  I’ll take whatever’s coming my way, and I’ll drag you into the shit with me if i have to.  Just so long as I save my sister from the twisted fate you and Carmine have forced her into.”

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While a smirk twisted the curve of the woman's mouth, she stared at him beneath long, dark lashes. Her fingers tightened around his chain and she stepped closer when he did the same, the space between them ceasing to exist all together - her hand around the accessory the only thing separating them, besides the layers of clothing she was sure would be divested eventually. 

"Why wouldn't you want to? I'm sure doing such would provide the greatest honor a man could ever get," The Gold Queen moved to graze her lips along his chin then the line of his jaw. "The rewards would be worth the effort, I assure you, Duke," she whispered as soon as her lips were at his ear, lips caressing flesh. 

A Queen and her Duke - Salvatore & Kitty

Salvatore’s smirk grew. She was something else, this one—not the usual woman that he was used to on his nights off; the ones with large, innocent eyes and blushing cheeks that he would enjoy make moan and scream and writhe under his touch. So when she wrapped those slender fingers of hers around his chain, Salvatore advanced on her; two steps, leaving little space between them. There was something to be said about making good girls go bad—but there was something else entirely about making those hard-to-please, downright bad girls go good.

And by ‘good,’ he meant pleading and quivering beneath him. Which, may have to be altered given their current circumstances of there being a vertical wall instead of a horizontal bed. But nevertheless, “Oh?” Salvatore kept his hands at his sides, deciding that she would come to him. His lashes shaded the blue of his eyes as his gaze raked down her face to her bodice. So many layers, he thought to himself. He’ll have fun taking them off. “My Queen…my, what big words you have. Saying that I have to prove myself to you.” The Duke mused humorously.

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Song of the Day - 28/04/14

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Kitty hadn't made it far before she heard his innocent drawl. She heard searched far and wide for a room to duck into, but the results were less than satisfactory so she pressed her back into one of the large draperies and held him in her gaze. The lioness eyed her prey and shrugged, "Maybe," came her reply. The idea of Kitty Grace being shy was enough to make her laugh out loud but she held back. Playing the part was something she could do, something that would make this night all the more fun if she did it properly. 

"Or maybe I just wanted to get you all to myself," she added, a hand moving to wrap around the chain that served as an accessory to his outfit. The dark corner she'd secluded them in was far from discreet, couples already coming to linger close to where they were. 

A Queen and her Duke - Salvatore & Kitty

Salvatore felt the warmth in his gut grow as he downed his drink. Then set it down on the bar’s top. The Gold Queen was off, and with her, the bundle of fabric that gave her her name. Another snarky remark about the costume teetered on the tip of his tongue, but he was too curious about what lays behind that high-and-mighty, sultry confidence. He too, would wonder again who it could be beneath all those layers of clothing, and then he too, decided not to dwell on it. This was one of the few nights Salvatore Benassi had no responsibilities to uphold; no stress, no irritation to sit on his mind like a damp blanket.

No, tonight it would be all about him. And the Gold Queen, it seemed; without much order, his feet had begun to follow the mysterious temptress. 

He smirked as he did so. “Is the Queen shy?” Salvatore innocently inquired, referring to the numerous couples around them that, simply put, were not.

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A Queen and her Duke - Salvatore & Kitty

So far The Duke had managed to entrance her, to capture her interests and splay them about in a way that had her hanging onto every word, even when delivered in an air of haughtiness. From behind the mask, Kitty found herself questioning who this mystery man could possibly be but then remembered the old saying - "curiosity killed the cat"- and the overwhelming need to know, left her. The mystery held all the excitement, after all. 

"It's not the Knight I have my eye set on tonight though," Embellished as the Queen she thought she was, Kitty ran her fingers over fluffy skirts, before picking them up as if in a curtsy but she simply needed the space to walk about. "It's the Duke I'm more interested in seeing prove himself to me," the challenge was there, carefully hidden within meaningful words and a smooth voice that could sell sex to a nun. 

With that, Kitty was off, peeking over her shoulder in a gesture that said "Follow me if you dare," and quickly made for a room that provided the discretion she wanted, for her and her Duke. 

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the rawness up close ➝ krikor jabotian s/s 2014

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Amber Heard Photoshoots ❞ → BlackBook (Kate Orne, 2011)

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Kitty felt fresh irritation seize her, cold and itchy along the length of her spine before spreading through out. Carmine’s knack for being an inconsiderate prick was really starting to mess with the business. And her head. It was becoming increasingly difficult placing names with faces and vice versa, making her feel like she was running cattle rather than girls - the reality behind it hurting her more than she cared to admit.The woman took her job as Madam very seriously, it was her duty to secure protection and care for these women. She had taken punches for them, sacrificed herself in more ways than one and lied without hesitation in the face of danger. To start forgetting and not knowing who they were, what their names were, it made her question if her efforts were for nothing. 

Familiar faces came as a gentle reminder and were the only encouragement she had, Carmine’s resistance to let her in on anything had more than frustrated her. It made her feel powerless, like she was just as helpless as the rest of them and as she flipped through files trying her damnedest to remember who was who, the sick combination of annoyance and incompetence crept up to tap her on the shoulder. 

Fifteen girls later, Kitty stared into the face of someone who looked eerily familiar - bone structure and eye shape reminding her of a man she’d been fighting to forget. A breath hitched in her throat when she spotted the name. Ava Steele. She dropped the file like it burned, hand moving to cover her mouth and eyes widening in shock. While she knew it wasn’t impossible, that his darling little sister would find her way into the di Angelo House, she couldn’t help the surprise that encompassed her. That she would have been able to fight her brothers clutches long enough to sign the contract that forfeited her life over to her and Carmine. 

Standing from her chair, she grabbed the file - needing to go over it more thoroughly to understand the situation. She knew Nick, she knew he would be over to throw a tantrum that rivaled any of hers. While it was hard to get under the surface of a man made from same metal that was his name, Kitty was well aware that his sister was a soft spot, his only one at that. As soon as she came to the door of her office, she heard a knock and opened it - seeing one of her guards standing there with an expression that told her something was going on. Stepping out of the room, she turned to lock it listening to the man’s tale of a pissed off cop rampaging through the House like a bull in a china shop. Her heart picked up in speed and she placed a hand over her chest as if to calm it. 

“Look - I’ll handle it, just make sure our guests are being taken care of and no one got hurt. They’re priority.” She sent the demand with a wave, shooing the man away as she walked down the long hall to get to her room. The commotion wasn’t dreadful meaning it would blow over by the time this whole thing…finished. One man wasn't capable of taking a whole country down. Kitty was in her room in an instant, placing the file under the mattress of her bed and taking a couple deep breaths to physically prepare her for what was to come. She hadn’t seen Nick since he’d left her so many lonely nights ago, it would have been easy for her to fall back into the same person she was when she was with him but hurt feelings and a crippled sense of pride got in the way of that. Besides, it wasn’t as if he had shown up because he wanted to see her.

Sighing, Kitty paced around the room slowly, hands moving to remove the jewels at her ears when she heard it. A knock and then he was bursting through the door with a look on his face that would have sent her fleeing had she not known him. She reeled back at the volume of his questions and feigned curiosity, one perfectly arched eyebrow lifting as she stared at him expectantly. He was still as gorgeous as she remembered, even in his anger she could easily say he was downright dreamy. Uniform and all, she felt herself getting wet just at the sight of him. 

“Ava?” She reiterated, “Have you come all this way to ask me about someone you yourself should have been keeping an eye on? To make some sort of false accusation again? I think we both know how that went last time, no?” Kitty’s tone was patronizing, her voice even and laced with confidence she wasn’t sure she truly had. Of course, she knew exactly who and what he meant (the proof currently tucked away under her bed) but until she had the details there was nothing she could do but what she did best. Manipulate the situation and lie. Her earrings were off and in her palm, hand curling around them as if they provided strength. “How unfortunate and so very fucking stupid that the boys down at the precinct would allow you to come down here and cost them thousands of dollars in damages provided with the excitement of a harassment charge,” 

We Rattle This Ghost Town - Nick and Kitty

Down this corridor, through that hall, beyond doors he knew intimately he railed like a blue-clad force of nature until he came to the final door.  Kitty’s door.  The one to her bedroom.  Beyond it lay the bed where he had pounded the stubborn little slut into submission more times than he could count.  The sheets where they had both collapsed after their marathon fuck sessions.  And the woman who had commanded his heart in ways that scared Nick shitless. 

With a deep breath, he gave his customary knock.  A foot to the door, cracking the jamb clean off the frame, sending the door careening open and not giving a flying fuck if she was entertaining a guest.  This wasn’t pleasure.  This was business.  Or at least, that’s what Nick told himself as his wild eyes searched for the only one who could get Ava out of this mess. “WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE, KITTY?” he howled. “WHERE THE FUCK IS AVA?”

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Touching you, touching me Touching you, god you’re touching me…

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Special: Good Girl! by kitty-grace

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Tilting her head in acknowledgement, she laughed softly. "Of course not," the words were teasing and accompanied with a waving gesture. "That's true but it's the effort that I appreciate," 

Salvatore eyed her with a faint, ghost of a pirate’s grin. He definitely would. “Good thing I won’t have to, hm?” He let out lightly. “No offense, of course. I imagine it’d be tough to surprise someone so…worldly.” He gave her a little smile, doing the same as she had done as they conversed in public.

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Maybe we should switch for the day - maybe I'll get some insight on why it is you're so fucking difficult. 

Yeah, somehow I don’t think you need any suggestions from me on that one. That’s your realm of expertise. Being difficult is mine.

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"Ugh...Karly...you know what I mean - get rid of it, please," 

Look what I found...

"I don’t think anyone loses a Pony."