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“Open your eyes. Look at me” Lloyd's voice was slightly breathless but as stern as always.

You knew he wasn’t talking to the girl currently gasping for air when he let her come up from deepthroating his dick. Slowly you opened your eyes, meeting his gaze. He’s looking right at you. You feel like he might be looking into your soul… or imagining you naked.

Probably the last one.

For a moment you didn’t know what to do, just looking back at him as he winked at you. He fucking winked. A rush of Shame overcame you but also lust. You felt how wet you were. Your pussy throbbed with need.

You should go. You should’ve just opened the door and walked away. But you couldn’t. It’s like you were frozen in place. Not being able to leave or take your eyes of him.

He pushed the woman down again, pushing his dick once again into her throat past her gag reflex till her nose was buried against his pelvis. While he watched you, you felt how your skin flushed, how your heart started pounding. Fuck.

Lloyd moaned quietly, his head dropped into his neck as he tensed, hot ropes of cum painting the woman’s throat. A smirk crept over his lips while he let go of the woman. She immediately pulled away from him, coughing up some of the spit and cum that she hadn’t swallowed.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips while he pulled his pants back up. The woman looked with her teary eyes at you for a moment before wiping away the remains of Lloyds release with the back of her hand.

You felt embarrassed. You felt like a total creep not only having watched them but also having enjoyed it.

Quickly you turn away from them, pulling the door open and walking out. Running. But before you could even make it further than the corridor you were grabbed by someone and pulled into another room. “Lloyd, I didn’t mean to-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence as he pressed his lips in a bruising manner to yours, kissing you furiously.

Before you could really perceive what was happening, you felt his hands pulling your short skirt up while he walked with you to a flat surface- a desk.

“Lloyd- what-“ ”don’t play dumb, that’s exactly what you were thinking about. I saw it in your eyes, sweetheart” he grinned against your neck, tickling you with his mustache. A quiet whine escaped your lips which you’d normally be embarrassed about but right now? You fucking wanted him.

“Such a slut- watching me getting head and being turned on by that, huh?” he grinned into your neck, turning you around and bending you over the desk roughly. “Let’s see how much you enjoyed it” with that he ripped your thong from your hips, humming quietly when his gaze fell on your throbbing pussy. You wet folds glistened with need and Lloyd couldn’t stop himself from pushing two fingers into your hole, watching as your starving cunt swallowed his digits, nearly sucking them in. “Fuck, what a slut you are for me, huh? Can’t wait to get my dick in your tight cunt. Who would’ve thought how wet you’d get for your rival, huh?” he whispered while finger fucking you roughly, listening to the squelch of your slick. “Always telling everyone how much you hate me… and here you are whining for my cock like a bitch in heat.”

You felt some drool leaking out of your mouth onto the flat surface you were laying on, quickly wiping it away, not wanting to give Lloyd any more satisfaction. But you couldn’t deny how good you felt. He was abusing your sensitive spot with every thrust.

Before you knew it, blinding pleasure rushed over you, making you moan out his name while you grabbed the edge of the desk for some support.

A dark chuckle made you look over your shoulder at Lloyd, as he pulled out his dick, rubbing it between your sensitive folds. “Fuck Daddy-“ you whispered when the thick head stretched your cunt, not even noticing the words slipping past your lips. Even though he had fucked you with his fingers, you felt like he was splitting you in half.

Lloyd stopped for a moment, nearly coming on the spot hearing you call him that. Fuck, that definitely worked. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to feel you. Needed to fuck you till you wouldn’t be able to walk out of this office on your own.

He hummed content, sinking into your warmth, hugging him as if your pussy was made for him. “My pretty whore, letting me use you” he started pounding your cunt, not waiting for you to adjust, chasing his own pleasure. He watched your ass jiggle with every hard thrust. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping, crunching of the table, moans, gasps and smell of sex. At some point you could swear something fall from the desk, a picture frame or something else breakable. Nor did he or you pay any mind to it.

Lloyd scooped up some of your juices onto his thumb before rubbing it over your tight ring of muscles, not stopping the pounding for a second. A gasp escaped your lips when his thumb breached your tightest hole. You felt him spit onto your hole to make it even smoother to fingerfuck your ass while also hammering into your cunt, hitting your G-spot with every thrust. “So good for Daddy, taking it all so well. My whore. Just a dumb cockslut” he fucked even harder into you, making the whole desk jolt.

You felt another orgasm approaching just from the pounding on your spot alone and the stretch from his finger in your tight ass. Your body started trembling and your moans turned into quiet gasps, barely audible ah’s and ngh’s filling the air.

Feeling his dick twitch in your cunt made you grab the edge even tighter. “Daddy please- I’m-I need- please-“ you begged not sure what for exactly. But Lloyd knew. He could feel your cunt sucking him in. “Yeah, that’s it baby. Come for me. Come for daddy and you’ll get his cum. Daddy’s gonna fill you, my little dumb cumdump” he felt you cum on his dick as soon as he said his last words.

Your whole body tensed, pulsing around Lloyd's dick as you came again, your release leaking around his dick along your thighs. “Daddy-fuck-I-“ you whined desperately, moving your hips against his, desperate for his cock. His cum. You wanted it all.

With one last thrust Lloyd buried himself deep inside you, filling you with his hot seed. Your over sensitive walls pulled him in, milking all he wanted to give you, slightly grinding against your ass. He massaged your rim for a while longer before pulling his finger out, watching your hole gape for a moment. “Such a pretty thing… can’t wait to fuck that tight ass, baby” he whispered against your neck. While he leaned over you, you could feel his dick shift, making your mixed release dripping out, slowly running down your thighs to your stockings, drenching them with his cum.

A moan left your lips at the thought of him fucking your ass. “Yes, yes… please, Daddy” you nodded, looking over your shoulder at him but he only chuckled, slowly pulling out, making even more cum leak out of your cunt.

You whined but didn’t say anything, not being able to really say or move at all. To fucked out to do so. Lloyd scooped some of your release out of your hole and pulled on your hair with his other hand till you lifted your head. When you saw his fingers you opened your mouth quickly, licking away your tastes.

Lloyd hummed happily, letting go of you and helping you up. He took your ripped underwear and put it in his pocket before helping you fix your skirt, watching as his release still leaked out of your puffy pussy. Your hair was completely messed up. You looked… well, fucked. And he really liked seeing you like this.

He cleared his throat, crossing his arms. “So, you wanted something from me? Something other than my dick” he grinned devilishly, reminding you why exactly you came here.

And also why you hated him and his attitude so much.

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Lloyd sighed to himself rubbing his temple. Of course, he knew what he did was wrong, but he couldn’t control himself around you and certainly not when a man flirted with you or made you uncomfortable.

You buried your face in your hands as you sat down on the bed. You needed a battle plan, Lloyd needed to learn that he couldn’t just kill someone for flirting with you or making you uncomfortable. Yes, that person needed to be punished as well but isn’t sitting in jail worse?

Death was a blessing, jail a punishment and what if he had family?

A soft knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts, “sunshine I’m sorry, can we please make up?” Lloyd’s voice called through the door. ‘Make up’ meant sex and while make up sex was a great thing most of the time the problem wasn’t completely solved.

So, this time no make up sex. You didn’t answer him, you just laid down on your side of the bed trying to ignore his voice.

You heard how he opened the door a few minutes later, “sunshine I’m really sorry, please.”

He acted like a kicked puppy, you rolled your eyes because he always did this, and you always forgave him then seconds later he would be on his knees eating you out.

You felt the bed shift as he sat down. Lloyd lovingly put his hand on the curve of your waist wanting to turn you around, but you stopped him by taking his wrist and removing his hand from you.

Lloyd let you. That was one thing you were incredibly grateful for, Lloyd never pushed you or forced you into anything and if you didn’t want him to touch you right now that he wouldn’t.

“I’ll make you something for dinner, the pasta that you like so much.” You knew Lloyd hated cooking however you loved his pasta, you didn’t know what it was that he did, but his noodles always tasted better than yours.

“She can be lucky I love her…” “I didn’t even do anything wrong, I was protecting her.” “Yeah, maybe a bit much but that asshole deserved it.”

A small giggle escaped your lips as you heard Lloyds muffled complaints. You didn’t exactly know what he was doing until fifteen minutes later he appeared in the room again with a bowl of spaghetti topped with tomato sauce and basil. It smelled delicious.

Lloyd rounded the bed and put the bowl on the nightstand, “I made your favourite pasta.”

You ignored him which hurt him, but he didn’t act like it, “least you could do is say ‘thank you Lloyd for being such a great boyfriend’.”

Typical Lloyd. Normally you would thank him with a blowjob for making you your pasta, but you weren’t in the mood for that right now hence why he said ‘at least’. He waited for few seconds, then sighed and left.

Waiting until the door closed you sat up taking the bowl in your lap and began eating. A moan left you lips as you tasted the pasta which was as delicious as ever.

Lloyd who stood on the other side of the door and heard you, had a grin on his face. He knew you couldn’t resist him for long when he made you the pasta.

Well, he shouldn’t have said that too early.

The evening came and you still hadn’t left the room which confused Lloyd but the moment he looked inside the bedroom he knew why. You were asleep, the bowl being empty stood on the nightstand.

He shook his head and went back to the kitchen where he finished up cleaning. The left-over pasta was put in one portion container and got refrigerated.

The next morning came, and you laid cuddled up in your bed, the soft blanket and cushions hugging you like a cocoon. Lloyd was right next to you having nothing but a pillow under his head.

You were a blanket stealer and felt guilty everytime you noticed that you stole the blanket. So even on his day off he woke up earlier than you and gently took his blanket back and when you woke up you were happy you didn’t steal his blanket once again.

This morning was no different. He opened his eyes rubbing out the sleep, his body turned towards you. Smiling softly as he observed your sleeping form, never in his life had he seen someone, something as beautiful as you.

After taking the blanket he went back to sleep.

Only an hour later you woke up, just like Lloyd you turned around to face him or well the empty side of the bed.

His absence gave you time to rethink the past day and how this one would go depended on you boyfriend.

Your plan on ignoring him would continue until he properly apologized or until you saw him suffering enough.

With a yawn you got out of bed. You walked over to the mirror looking at your reflection.

God, you hoped your plan would work and Lloyd wouldn’t fuck you over the kitchen counter. You were only wearing his shirt and a thong.

Taking a deep breath, you walked into the kitchen were he was standing making breakfast in only his boxers. His back was facing giving you the perfect view on his ass, as he moved around his ass perfect with him causing you to bite your lip.

He heard you coming in and turned around, just in time you changed your expression into a blank stare.

“Good morning sunshine,” he grinned at you, but your expression didn’t change. “Oh, come on you’re still mad at me?”

Without saying a thing, you sat down on the table where he had already set the table.

“What do you want to do today? I have nothing on my plate today, we could go for a walk in the park, bake some cookies…” you raised a brow at his proposals. Lifting your fork, you gestured to the rainy weather outside as he mentioned the walk.

His eyes drifted to the window, “yeah maybe no walk but…you said your back was hurting, I could give you a massage!” Lloyd said with enthusiasm.

You looked at him sceptical, but he was already on his feet taking your hand to lead you to the living room. “You strip and lay there while I get the oil,” he instructed you. Shrugging you did as he told.

A minute later Lloyd was back with the oil in hand. He let it flow down your back and then gently rubbed it in. Kneading your soft skin at your back down around the waist.

It felt good, so good that a sigh escaped your lips as he pressed his thumbs down and whatever he hit was damn good. His hands moved up caressing your skin before manipulating the muscles in your shoulders until he heard a satisfying pop.

A gasp came past your lips, feeling the knot dissolve. “That one was good, wasn't sunshine?”

You tried to nod your head on the pillow. Lloyd moved his hands back down to your ass, kneading the flesh with pleasure.

He rested his head on your shoulder, right next to your ear. “Don’t think I didn't notice you staring at my ass this morning...,” he whispered, the edge of his moustache tickling against the shell of your ear.

Lloyd gave your ass a spank causing your body to jump up in fright, you weren't expecting that.

No, well actually with Lloyd you never know.

You bumped your head against Lloyd's making him lift his head, “that wasn't nice,” he muttered rubbing the side of his head though you both knew it didn't hurt him.

You stood up – completely naked – and walked back to the bedroom to get dressed.

Lloyd was left behind. He sat down on the couch running a hand over his face trying to think of something that would make you talk to him.

“I made her the pasta, made her breakfast, gave her a massage...what else can I do? Well she won't let me eat her out in that state, but that could do it though I need something to get her there,” he thought out loud.

Lloyd went through everything he could think of; new clothes, a purse, shoes, jewellery, a trip to Disneyland but he would say yes to everything of that so what could it be?

“Oh, what the shit,” he cursed as it downed on him. You always wanted a cat, a Maine Coon specifically and he always said no.

With a deep, very deep sigh he pulled his phone from the couch table, searching for a Maine Coon kitten on the Internet. To his surprise, he actually found a cat that he could get today, but he needed cat things.

Okay; he could get the scratch tree tomorrow with you – if the plan worked –, just like another water bowl and the cat toys. Lloyd already knew you would spoil the cat.

“Sunshine I’m going grocery shopping!” He shouted through the apartment. You were still getting dressed and furrowed your brows. Didn't the two of you just go yesterday?

Lloyd drove to the pet store to buy a litter box, cat food – dry and wet –, two toys, a cat carrier, one food and water bowl, a blanket for the box and cat litter.

“Who knew a cat needed all that shit?” He said as he got in the car two hours and four hundred dollars later.

Instantly he drove to the address of the cat breeder. He rang the doorbell waiting impatiently.

An elderly woman with grey hair that was put in a bun opened the door, “you must be the man who wants to adopt the kitten today!” She said happily inviting him in.

“Yep, that's me...where is he?” Lloyd asked as he stepped inside the old home. The woman must have been living here for at least fifty years by the looks of it. “Here he is, the little cutie,” the woman came back with a light orange cat that was at least 80 centimetres from snout to tail.

“How old did you say was he?” Lloyd asked, did those cats really get this big?

“One year and a half, he will still grow a bit but he's fully vaccinated and sterilized so no need to worry.” She sat the cat down.

The cat had a long orange tail, his belly, chest, snout and the tip of his paws were shiny white, he had amber-coloured eyes that matched his fur perfectly and he had brush ears that made him look like a lynx.

Even Lloyd had to admit, that this cat is beautiful. “Does he already have a name?” “Yes, his name is Aramis,” she explained.

He got down on his knees to pet the cat and couldn't stop the smile on his soft lips, “yeah I'll take him.”

With that they gently put Aramis in the transportation box in which laid a blanket. The woman gave Lloyd a few treats for him as a gift, “how much for him?” was his last question.

“750 euros,” she stated. Lloyd cursed under his breath, that cat was expensive and god you could be happy he loved you.

After four hours Lloyd was finally back home and found you on the couch eating ice cream.

“Sunshine, I know you're mad and I can't apologise enough so I thought maybe I will gift you something.” He stood there proud of himself in the doorway while you looked at him a big question mark above your head.

With a big grin he opened the door wider revealing Aramis in his transportation box.

Your eyes widened in shook, he bought you a cat, a cat! A Maine Coon like you always wanted. Lloyd set his ego aside and bought you a cat.

Now you couldn’t stay mad anymore. You ran over to him jumping into his arms, “you got a cat, you got me freaking cat!” You squealed and pressed your lips to his.

He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you against his chest. “I'm sorry for how I acted with the man, I will do better I promise. You are the most important person in my life and I would do everything for you sunshine.”

A miau broke your heartfelt moment and got you back to reality. You wiggled out of Lloyd's arms and opened the box while Lloyd closed the door.

“I've got his things in the car, be right back.”

As Lloyd went downstairs again you befriended the cat. Letting him explore the apartment and sniff on everything. The first thing your boyfriend brought was the litter and box so he could see where he had to go.

Next was the rest which Lloyd unpacked and put everywhere it fitted. The food not next to the water and the toys all around while you followed Aramis.

When he was finished, he found the two of you in the bedroom. “That is Aramis by the way and his one and a half years old, vaccinated and sterilized.” “When did you plan this?” You asked as you scratched Aramis head who was already purring with delight.

“after your massage today,” he shrugged. You laughed at his answer, typical.

“I have a really important question sunshine...can we have sex again? Not getting to taste you this night and in the morning was hell”

Quickly you covered Aramis ears, “shhh! You can't say this in front of him!”

Lloyd rolled his eyes, but let it be for the moment.

The day came to an end and Lloyd finally had you alone given that you spend the rest of the day with Aramis. He closed the bedroom door to prevent the cat from getting in.

You stood in front of the mirror taking of your bra as you got pushed back on the bed, “now sunshine, it's time you give me my pussy.”

Lloyd pulled down your panties and stroked over you cunt with hungry eyes. His fingers rubbed down your juicy folds, “'lread so wet, this all for me?” You gave a strained nod as he entered you with middle finger.

“Mhm, one would think that after all this time would be stretched out but you're still as tight as a virgin...” Lloyd grinned while he added his ring finger.

Exploring your cunt he reached places that you could never even attempt to. His thumb rubbed your clit, “doing so good for me sunshine...you're gonna cum from a bit of fingering?” yes, yes you were but before you could let the knot in you stomache go Lloyd pulled his hands from you.

“You only cum on my tounge and with my permission tonight.”

His words make you shudder as you try to hold back a whine at the empty feeling.

“Lloyd please, make me cum, taste me, eat me...fuck please do something,” he gave you that shit eating grin for those words and dipped instantly down burying his face between your legs.

His tongue laps at your cunt, making your back arch against the bed. A pornografic moan left your mouth as Lloyd fucked you deeper with his tongue.

“Just like that, Lloyd,” you whine, “never stop, please.”

He put the hand laced with you wetness around your throat, your moans turned into whines as you bucked your hips up chasing your release. “Can I cum please? Please let me cum!” “Not yet sunshine.”

“You have been such a good girl so far...don't ruin it now sunshine,”

Adding his fingers, his tongue moved to the bundle of nerves. Your walls tightened around his fingers letting him know you were close.

“Cum sunshine, cum for me...” and you did, it felt like a firework exploding in your stomache, your toes curled, lips parting into loud moan followed by a 'fuck Lloyd', your pussy clenching around his fingers.

You laid there panting with Lloyd next to when you heard a light scratch noise on the door, “Aramis! I have to let him in.”

Lloyd's hand catched your wrist, “but what about my dick?” You looked down his erected member in his boxers, “tomorrow yeah? It's his first night, I don't want him to be alone.” With that you let the cat in.

Aramis jumped on the bed laying down between you and Lloyd, “great now we can't even cuddle because of that assh–” “hey! you better watch your mouth, I will just put him to the side and lay in the middle but don't direct your anger at him.”

You squeezed yourself between the two and closed your eyes. In the meantime Lloyd had a staring contest with the orange cat, “you may be cute, but–” a fist hit his arm, breaking of his sentence.

“You better sleep now before you stay outside,” “Everything for you sunshine.”

When you woke up the next morning you saw Lloyd and Aramis cuddled up next to each other. Quickly you took your phone from the nightstand taking a picture.

You stepped out of the helicopter carefully, your sky high stilettos clicking against the stone pathway that led to the chateau your new partner and ex-boyfriend was working out of. Your hips swayed with each step in your tight knee length dress as you nodded at the armed guards. 

“Where is he?” you curtly asked the head of security as you removed your large sunglasses. 

He looked at you nervously and gulped before answering. Despite being nearly twice your size there were already beads of sweat beginning to glisten on his forehead. Your reputation was just as feared as Lloyd’s if not even more. 

“He’s in the cellar, ma’am. He’s um…questioning a prisoner right now and he doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

 “Oh?” you cocked your head to the side and neared him, “Do I look like I give a shit about what that mustacheoed fuck wants?”

His eyes went wide in shock and he took a step back from you, “I-I don’t want any trouble ma’am -”

“--Good, then take me to him. Because I can assure you what I will do to you is far worse than what Lloyd will,” you stalked towards him with a predatory look in your eyes, enjoying the fear you inspired, “I will do things to you that would make Hannibal Lecter shit his fucking pants.”

“O-o-okay ma’am,” he stammered out before motioning you to follow him. 

You could hear the screaming as you walked down the cellar steps. The man at Lloyd’s mercy pleaded to be let go and as usual claimed that he didn’t know anything. 

“Bullshit,” you smirked to yourself, “They always crack in the end.”

“Where is the drive?” Lloyd asked with irritation in his voice. 

The man was tied to a chair with electric jumper cables clamped to his face. He whimpered as tears flooded down his cheeks. He struggled against his binds as Lloyd stopped to casually have a sip of water. There were three other of Lloyd’s men in the room and their mouths dropped when they saw you enter. 

“You can leave now,” you dismissed the head of security loudly to draw Lloyd’s attention. 

Lloyd turned in your direction in surprise. He narrowed his eyes at you and then at his head of security. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” he quickly blurted out, “She-she made me do it.”

You stared at him momentarily and then cackled at his frightened response, “She made me do it? She made me do it?” you laughed uncontrollably, “What are you, in fucking grade school?”

“Get the fuck out!” Lloyd barked as his henchman, “I’ll deal with you later.”

The other man bolted out of the room and you giggled at how quickly he left. You turned to face Lloyd and gave him an instinctive once over. He hadn’t changed at all since you’d dumped him six months ago. His mustache was immaculately manicured, framing his soft pink lips. His striped short sleeve shirt stretched across his chest and showed off his pecs, along with his large biceps. He was unsurprisingly wearing the tight white pants you’d bought him that showed off his ass and just enough outline of his massive cock. You hated to admit it to yourself, but he looked damn good. 

“Hello, cupcake,” you greeted him teasingly with a sickeningly sweet smile, “Nice to see you again.”

Lloyd scoffed as he glared at you, “Y/N,” he greeted, “Or should I call you ‘The Butcher’ or ‘The Reaper’...whatever idiotic nom de guerre you’re going by now?”

You leaned against the table the car battery was sitting on top of, “At least ‘The Butcher’ sounds better than ‘Dollar Store Tom Selleck.’”

“Fuck you, no one calls me that.”

“Oh, they all call you that, trash-stache.”

The other men in the room looked visibly uncomfortable, two of whom were averting their gaze. The man being tortured whimpered behind Lloyd. The two of you had almost forgotten about him. Lloyd huffed and then scowled back at you. 

“I need to get back to work, so how about you kindly fuck off or sit down in the corner and shut up, sunshine?” he growled at you angrily. 

You put your hands up placatingly, “Fine. Fine.” you chuckled mockingly, “I’ll take a seat and watch you work.”

You grabbed a chair and slowly and loudly dragged it to set it near the table with Lloyd’s torture tools. He grumbled beneath his breath as he flipped the battery on again. The man shook and cried out in agony. Lloyd turned off the switch and bent down to get in his face. You felt a tingle between your legs as you watched Lloyd work. “Interrogating” people was one of your favorite shared activities and the man’s fear turned you on. 

“Where is the drive?”

“I-I don’t know.”

You rolled your eyes, “Boring.” 

Lloyd's head snapped towards you. That was his line and you knew it, but you liked getting him riled up. Watching him torture people always got you wet. You were being a brat and it was only a matter of time before he snapped. Sure, you’d just gotten there, but you had just as low impulse control as he did. 

“My apologies. My apologies, keep going.”

“As I was saying,” he sneered at his captive, “Tell me where the drive is.”

His captive was exhausted and could only hang his head. His chest heaved as he tried to collect himself and sobbed. Lloyd flipped the switch again and the man’s body convulsed. 

“This is so passé,” you sighed when he turned the battery off, “You have to forgive him, sir. He’s as unimaginative at torture as he is at fucking. I should know.”

One of the guards gasped and you watched the fear flood into their eyes from you insulting their boss. They clutched their large machine guns tightly and gulped as they waited for Lloyd to respond. 

“What the fuck did you just say?!” Lloyd yelled at you incredulously. His eyes were dark with rage and his jaw ticked as he glared at you, “What did I just say about shutting your fucking mouth, Y/N?!”

You stood up quickly and knocked the chair over, “I said, and let me say this slowly so you understand it, you fucking moron. You are just as unimaginative at torture as you are at fucking. BOOOOORIIIIING.”

Lloyd’s chest heaved and his fists were balled at his sides. But you could see the bulge in his pants starting to grow. 

You put one of your fingers across your upper lip to form a mustache and taunted him, “Look at me! I’m Lloyd Hansen. I’m soooo scary and do torture by twisting people’s ears!” 

He rushed towards you and pinned you between him and the table. Lloyd loomed over you and shoved his index finger in your chest. 

“Shut the fuck up!”

“You’re not gonna do shit, cupcake!” you hissed back at him, “And you know why? Because you’re a pathetic overrated wannabe. You’re a try-hard. You can’t do what I do, you limp dick motherfucker.”

Lloyd’s hand darted out and grabbed you by the neck, “You don’t think I won’t do anything, princess?”

“No. You won’t,” you stared back at him defiantly, “That’s why I dumped your lame ass. And that’s why you can only get laid by desperate ugly girls at last call.”

His hand shook as it held your neck and you knew you’d pushed him enough. You’d seen that look in his eyes before, an intense cyclone of both fury and lust. Without warning Lloyd pinned you onto the table on your stomach and yanked your skirt up. 

You squirmed as you heard rustling behind you while he undid his pants, “Let me go you fucking asshole!”

“Sh-should we do something?” you overheard one of Lloyd’s men say to the other and you tried to stifle your laughter. 

Llyod snickered behind you as he rubbed the soaked crotch of your panties. Your breath hitched as he pulled them to the side and slowly slid in two of his thick fingers. 

“You’re such a fucking brat,” he gritted out as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, “Always running that dumb fucking mouth of yours.”

You let out a whimper when he hit your sweetspot. He worked it expertly, the pads of his fingers hitting it over and over again. Soon your inner walls started to clench around them as your legs shook. You were close and Lloyd knew it, so he pulled his fingers out. 

“You son of a bitch!” you hissed at him. 

He let out a light chuckle as he lined his cock up with your entrance and slowly ran its weeping head across your folds to lubricate himself. 

“The only thing you’re going to cum around is my cock,” he slammed into you to the hilt in one sharp thrust that knocked the air out of you, “I’ll show you imaginative.”

“Oh fuck!” you gasped as he started to pound into you at a brutalizing pace. Your core burned as it tried to accommodate the stretch of Lloyd’s massive girth. You’d never gotten used to it and decided when you were together you likely never would. 

“Oh fuck is right, sweetheart,” he snarled as his thighs clapped against your ass cheeks. He held one hand firmly against your lower back and the other against your head, smashing your cheek against the rickety wooden table. 

“I think we should go,” One of the guards said to the others before they started to make their way out. 

“Don’t you dare fucking leave!” Lloyd ordered them gruffly, “Get back to work!”

You moaned loudly at the sound of the battery being flipped on again. 

“I know you like this shit, Sunshine,” he grunted, “Such a dirty girl. My dirty girl.”

One of his hands moved to your hips and another wrapped around to play with your swollen bundle of nerves. Each thrust made the table shake and you thought it was going to break. The force made all of his torture tools fall to the ground with the exception of the car battery. One of his men had to stand mere inches away from the two of you to turn it off and on. You knew Lloyd was just as turned on by humiliating his men as you were.

You felt a fire growing inside of you as Lloyd's thick meaty head slammed against your cervix over and over again. His thick veiny cock massaged your gspot with every stroke. Lloyd spread your cheeks to watch his glistening cock piston in and out of you. 

“Fuck, look at you creaming all over my dick,” he gloated breathily, “Fucking soaking me. Your greedy little pussy is practically sucking me in.”

Your legs began to tremble as pleasure spread throughout your body like a wildfire. You clawed at the table. You fell over the edge when you heard the man being electrocuted pleading for mercy and your body convulsed nearly as much as his. 

The sounds of Lloyd pounding into your pussy became wet and squelching as slick soaked both of your thighs. Despite the force of your orgasm you needed more. Once Lloyd got started you could never get enough. 

“Harder!” you panted as he continued to rut into you, “Harder!”

Lloyd moved his hand from your clit and placed it on your hip for more leverage to slam into you a greater force. The table nearly toppled over, but it still wasn’t enough. You were getting frustrated and you were going to let him know. 

“I SAID HARDER, YOU FUCKING PUSSY!” you commanded him loudly. 

He suddenly stopped and flipped you onto your back. He swiftly pulled your ass to the end of the and rammed himself so deep into you he made you yelped. 

He wrapped your legs around his hips tightly, “I’ll give you harder, sunshine,” he snarled as he took a brutalizing pace, “I’m gonna break your pussy so you can’t walk for days.” 

He took up your challenge and he fucked you with everything he had in him. He was fucking you like he was trying to kill you with his cock. It was too hard and you could barely breathe with each intense snap of his hips. You tried to scoot your ass back to lessen how deep he was getting.

“Get back here!” he snarled as he pulled your ass back towards him so it was almost hanging off the table, “Don’t you fucking run from me! Don’t you dare fucking run from me! I’m gonna split your pretty little pussy just like you fuckin’ asked for!”

You reached down and dug your nails into his veiny forearms deep enough to draw blood. Lloyd was glistening with sweat and his hair was a mess with strands having fallen across his forehead. His eyes were wild as he looked down at you, watching you have to hold on for dear life as you took what he gave you. 

“Who’s a limp dick now, sunshine?” he chuckled as he watched you struggle to take him, “You talked all that shit and now look at you. Don’t you ever run your mouth like that again or I’ll take your ass next time too.”

“Fuck!” you moaned loudly at the sound of threat. That was the Lloyd you knew and had fallen for. It made you mewl and start to move your hips. It almost made you wonder why you dumped him in the first place. 

Your breath became uneven as you felt another orgasm build inside of you, this one more powerful than the first. You moaned wantonly and closed your eyes as you let yourself become consumed by the growing bliss throughout your body. You felt a pressure growing against your sweet spot and powerful tingling sensation of pleasure that made you feel like you could burst.

You felt a sharp smack across the face, “No, eyes on me, sunshine.”

You looked up at him, his eyes boring a hole into you as he licked his lips watching you come apart underneath. Your body began to tremble and tremble. You clenched down around him, gripping his cock as you shook around him. 

“Oh shit!” he groaned as he looked down at where your bodies connected, “Fuckin’ squeeze me. Swallow me. Fuckin’s swallow me.”

Your eyes rolled and your back arched off the table. Your body thrashed as your orgasm shot through your body making you scream like a banshee. You clenched around him so tightly you felt like you could break him as the pressure inside of you gave way and torrent of your juices flooded out of you. It covered his thighs and dripped onto the floor beneath the table. 

Your vision whited out and your body continued to thrash as Lloyd bent down and buried his face in your hair. He pounded into you at a frenzied pace to prolong your orgasm and chase his own. 

Your thighs shook as they struggled to handle his weight between them so you wrapped your legs around him tightly as you could. You moved your hands down and slapped his firm ass cheeks. You held on and dug your nails into them, needily trying to push him deeper. 

He hit another spot that made your body jerk. You let out a broken moan as he pulled another orgasm out of you. He was close behind you and you felt his cock somehow harden even more. It felt like you were being fucked by stone. His strokes were desperate and animalistic. You felt him twitch and each pulse of his cock as he emptied himself inside of you with a loud groan. 

You both laid there panting on the table to catch your breaths. Not even paying attention to the sounds of the man still screaming and the three henchmen in the room. 

“That’ll do, pig. That’ll do,” you tapped him on the shoulder to get off of you. 

You both hissed as he pulled out of you. You wanted to pout at the sudden lack of fullness, but held it in to not stroke his ego even more. You fixed your hair as Lloyd pulled up his pants from around his ankles. You nearly slipped on your own squirt as you slid down from the table, Lloyd having to steady you as you stepped out of it. 

You straightened up your skirt and smirked at him, “Carmichael said he wanted a status report within an hour of me getting here. You’ve already wasted fifteen minutes, so you better get moving, cupcake.”

Lloyd’s face twitched angrily at the news, but before he could say anything you started to walk away. As you climbed the stairs you called out to him. 

“You should try electrocuting his balls instead of his face. You might hit your deadline if you do, trash-stache.”

 This was going to be a very very fun assignment. 

You feel itchy in the form fitting dress, the deep V cut of the neckline doing a great job of keeping your chest secure while leaving little to the imagination. The woman looking back at you in the mirror is unrecognizable; The dark tresses that fall over her shoulder look nothing like the hair you’re used to and the makeup she wears does an eerie job of hiding the real you. This is all part of the plan but you start to wonder if it’s a little too convincing.

“Are you done yet?”

His annoyed tone calling from the foyer makes your nostrils flare. Fucking prick. His expensive loafers lightly thump through the doorway and his figure appears in the reflection behind you.

Lloyd fucking Hansen. The bane of your existence, the thorn in your side, the ever present pain in your ass. When you found out you’d be working with him, you all but threw up in your mouth. Up until two days ago, his reputation was all you had to go on and to say it did him justice is an understatement. If anything, his reputation felt like a bullshit plaque stuck on gigantic pile of shit and you couldn’t wait to no longer have to deal with him.

“Yes, Lloyd, I’m done,” you respond in a clipped tone.

“Good. There’s fashionably late and then there’s just utter carelessness. Feels like you’re the latter,” he mutters, not even trying to say it under his breath.

You scoff and snatch your clutch from the nearby table. “Let’s get this over with. The sooner we do, the sooner I can get out of this fucking dress and get away from you.”

You strut past Lloyd who swiftly grabs your arm, halting you next to him.

“Let’s lose the attitude, sweetheart.”

“Eat shit and die, Lloyd. I’ll lose my attitude when you lose those pubes on your upper lip. Now let go of my arm before you lose your hand.”

He chuckles at your moxie and tightens his hold.

“We’re gonna get something straight here— you’re just a passenger on this little mission here and you’re gonna do what I say. Don’t go getting all big and brave and emotional and blow this whole thing.”

Your pulse kicks up, anger fueling the urge to want to haul off and punch him right in his teeth.

“If I remember correctly, you’re working with me and my agency, Hansen. Not the other way around. So drop the big dick bullshit you’re trying to pull, let go of my arm and shut the fuck up because I’m really not in the mood for you or your shit tonight. Let’s do what we came here to do and leave.”

You yank your arm free from his grip and stumble back in your heels promptly falling on your ass. Lloyd stands over you like a bully in the schoolyard, a nasty smirk on his face.

“See what happens when you try to be a big girl? You get knocked on that tight little ass. So like I said before, lose the attitude and do what I say. Maybe later, if you’re good, I’ll take you out for ice cream.”

He spins on his heel and leaves you where you sit quietly fuming. Your hand twitches with the overwhelming need to want to slap the shit out of him. Little does he know, you have something in mind for his ass later on…

Four long, champagne filled hours of fake shmoozing on Lloyd’s arm painting the picture of some ritzy couple when secretly you wanted to gag every time he touched you a little too personally. You had to hand it to the fucker though, he really could turn on the charm when he wanted to. There were a few moments where you forgot he was a complete sociopath putting on his best act for the crowd of old, sick pervs and their mail order brides. It wasn’t until he would squeeze your arm a little too hard or make some snide comment in your ear that the hatred came barreling back with a fury. Rather than give him the satisfaction of getting under your skin however, you opted to milk your role as the drunken girlfriend who was having a little too much fun and couldn’t quite hold her alcohol. Soon enough you could tell you were starting to bug Lloyd too, his fake laughs at your tipsy comments getting dryer and dryer each time. By midnight, he was dragging you out of the party under the guise of needing to get you home before you made a scene. He practically threw you in the car before he sped off and you mentally pat yourself on the back for a job well done. Successfully getting under Lloyd’s skin was an accomplishment you could live with.

As you both entered the hotel room, you were grabbed by back of your neck and forced your face first into a nearby wall, pain spreading through your forehead and down your cheek.

“You stupid little bitch, what was that?!” Lloyd hissed in your ear.

“What the fuck, let go of me!”

“What did I tell you before we left, huh? What we’re my words to you?” His hand applies pressure to your head, your face smushing harshly against the ornate wallpaper. “You were gonna do what I say, remember that?”

“I didn’t agree to that,” you muffled.

You knew you shouldn’t piss him off more than he already was but fuck it, you were already here. Might as well go further. What’s the worst he could do? His free hand slams against the wall inches away from your face but you barely flinch. His little temper tantrums stopped phasing you a long time ago.

“That little act you put on back there was far from cute. There was a plan and you need to stick to it.”

“Aw I’m sorry, Hansen. Did I embarrass you in front of your small dick peers? Couldn’t control me the way you wanted to?”

His hand leaves your head and you’re suddenly spun around and pushed back against the wall, a huff leaving your chest as Lloyd presses against you, his face inches from yours while his hand grips your chin. The way he squeezes it feels like he intends to crush it between his fingers. Part of you knows he absolutely would if he could. Hell, he could also do a lot worse. His chest heaves as his eyes bore into yours, anger burning behind his pupils.

“When are you going to get in through your thick fucking skull that when you’re with me, I call the shots? You follow my lead, you do what I say and you like it. Understand?”

Even through his rough grip, you manage to crack a smile. “You’re pathetic.”

You can see Lloyd’s jaw clench before a sick grin permeates his features. A hand slips down inside one of the pockets of his trousers and he pulls out a switchblade, twirling it expertly in his fingers. He brings the knife up and points it at your face, the tip of the blade tracing down your nose.

“And you clearly need a lesson on who’s the boss around here, princess.” The blade leaves your face to promptly cut the deep V of your dress before Lloyd forces it off your shoulders. The garment pools at your heels and he takes a second to admire your body and the little green thong hugging your hips. “It’s a shame that an annoying little cunt like you has such a perfect little body. Maybe if I break that little snatch of yours, you’ll finally fucking listen.”

As much as you hate his fucking guts, your kissy comes alive from his words and you find yourself anticipating whatever he’s planning. You already know Lloyd Hansen will do everything in his power to keep you from having a happy ending but that doesn’t mean you won’t work for it.

“Can you really do much damage with a limp dick?”

Lloyd cocks his head and grounds his erection into your thigh. “That feel limp to you?” Your answer is a laugh and he mockingly joins in before he shoves you down to the floor, pain spreading through your knees. “We’ll see how long you’ll be laughing when I’m done with you.”

With his knife still in his hand, he opens his pants and reaches inside to fish out his dick. It’s straining and angry much like its owner, the reddened head pointing accusingly at your face. You don’t expect him to be so big but you won’t back down. You’ve handled worse than Lloyd and you know you can make him break if you really wanted to. He has no idea just who he’s been dealing with. Looking up through your thick lashes, you toss him a wicked grin before you tilt your head back, your mouth falling open and your tongue sticking out. If he really wants to play this twisted little game, you’ll join in. Lloyd chuckles as he grabs your head and forces his length down your throat I’m one thrust causing you to gag around him. Your hands automatically fly up to push back against his thighs but he shoots you a warning glare, his blade resting against your cheek.

“Don’t you dare fucking push me away you little cock tease. Take it. Take all of it,” he growls through his teeth.

He fucks your mouth mercilessly, taking far too much enjoyment in the way you choke around him, your watery gags making him work harder. Your saliva spills from the corners of your lips and runs down your face, dripping from your chin onto the floor. As depraved as this all is, you’re still incredibly turned on by it. Your thong clings to your lower lips from the wetness slowly accumulating. Tears prick your eyes and threaten to fall but you will them away. Even with this man abusing your throat, you refuse to give him the satisfaction of tears.

“Now who’s pathetic, huh? Choking on my dick like the dumb slut you are. This is exactly how you should always be. The only fucking purpose you should serve.” Lloyd groans and pulls himself from your mouth before he slaps his soaked length against your cheek. “Gonna save the grand finale for when I’m done tearing your little hole in two.”

He fists your hair and drags you to a nearby chair, your knees scraping against the wooden floors. Making himself comfortable, he pulls you up and forces you to straddle his lap. Through everything, he keeps his blade clutched in his hand as if he can’t fuck you without it. It’s a fixture now, one that only serves to turn you on more. So many possibilities for how he could use it, the threat of those possibilities looming heavy in the air. You don’t waste any time pulling your panties aside and sinking down over his leaking crown, the stretch it leaves causing a mix of pain and pleasure to bloom in your core.

“At least the big cock makes up for your shitty personality, Hansen,” you say breathily. “Maybe you’re not completely good for nothing.”

Lloyd smirks at your comment. “Oh, I went from limp to big, huh? Can’t even stick to all that shit you were talking. That’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll fuck every last negative thought out of that pretty head of yours.”

“Mmm yeah? Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Don’t worry. That’s a fucking threat I’m gonna make sure sticks.”

You bounce up and down on his cock like a crazed little demon, not giving a single fuck for how desperate you sound. Anyone who might be walking past the door of the room would most definitely be able to hear your cries and the vulgar curses that fall from your lips. Pleasure blooms like lightening gathering in the depths of your lower belly and slowly rising up, the thundering of a climax soon to follow if you keep this up. You lean forward meeting Lloyd’s eyes and wrap a hand around his neck, using him as leverage to slam yourself down harder on his lap.

“Shit that’s so fucking good,” you moan.

Lloyd’s gaze is dark, his mouth open as he watches you grow more frantic. He’s lost in the monster he’s brought out, this creature way different from the pain the the ass that had gotten him so mad earlier. As much as he hated to admit it, you looked and felt like utter paradise riding his dick. Almost like you were made just for taking him and him alone, nobody else. If you weren’t so fucking stubborn and knew your place, you could be doing this everyday, all day.

“Jesus fuck, you’re squeezing me like a vice, princess. You gonna come for big bad Lloyd?”

“Mmmhmm,” you groan. “‘M almost there. Almost there.”

You have him where you want him, lost and distracted in you giving into the tempest rising within your body. He barely notices your hand close around his, the knife in his fingers slipping into yours.

“Show me how bad you want it. Let me see what you look like coming for me.”

You pant against his mouth. “I’m gonna show you, baby. Don’t worry.”

The handle is warm from his grip on it and you feel a smile creasing your lips. Your orgasm builds and builds, unfurls like a blooming flower in your belly and your moans grow higher in pitch.

“Come on my cock, princess.”

You lean back to look into his eyes one more time before you raise the blade. The blue pools go from hooded to wide open the moment it pierced his neck and you immediately see the panic set in. Ripping the knife free, you watch a river of red spew down his neck onto his perfectly bleached shirt and pressed jacket and you come with a loud groan, your head thrown back on your shoulders.

“Fuck, baby, I’m coming! Oh my God!”

Lloyd chokes and struggles in his seat, his hands moving up to his throat as he tries in vain to cease the bleeding. Even as he sits dying, you still feel his warm come filling your pussy. With heavy breaths, you look back at him as the light slowly drains from his eyes.

“What’s the matter, Lloyd? You look shocked.”

His movements slow down until they cease completely, his bloody hands falling to his sides. You laugh as you lift off his lap and stand back to look at the bane of your existence lying lifeless with his cock out. Shaking your head, you saunter into the bathroom to grab one of the complimentary robes and wrap it around your body before going to the room phone. You compose yourself enough to dial 911. The panic in your voice is a contrast to the smile twisting itself up your lips. You look down at your hand and the instrument of Lloyd’s demise still dripping with his blood.

they have a history of ending their explosive relationship with actual explosives, and celebrating their fiery make-ups with actual fire (and unnecessary torture sprees[?]).

basically, it's assumed that if someone gets in the way, they're asking to be collateral or volunteering to be their next meal.

now, the relationship is "on" again--and it's as rocky as ever.

Lloyd's precious princess is attempting to teach him a little lesson for ignoring her. apparently, he's been too focused on work lately: always kicking her out of his office because she’s “too distracting” when she hangs around.

she doesn’t understand. all she did was perch prettily on his lap, eat some snacks, and occasionally try to suck him down her throat. it's not her fault he can't handle it...

so she decides she’s gonna grab a cute boy from the club and ignore him. it's an innocent game of trying to make her boyfriend jealous. of trying to see how far she can go until he breaks down and fucks her.

but it doesn't go exactly according to plan.

her first mistake was doing it in his own club. he has eyes everywhere. every entrance is watched, every person is accounted for, and everyone is under his command. he won't miss anything.

her second mistake was wearing his favorite dress. she knows the barely there pink number drives him crazy: cut outs in all the right places, draping beautifully against her figure. he personally picked it out to fuck her in it for their second anniversary.

she thought it would be that extra kick-to-the-throat to send him over the edge.

her third and final mistake was breaking the kissing rule. despite what everyone thinks, lloyd can be a reasonable guy. at least for her. he gives her second, third, even fourth chances. she's allowed to tease, prod, or even grope other guys, but kissing has always been off limits.

unfortunately for him, she's always one to push the limits. that was his mistake.

she is exhilarated by the deathly stare he sends from across the dance floor. and though her lips were pressed against another, her eyes stayed locked onto his baby blues, drinking in every ounce of his fury. his hands curl into fists at his sides as he watches the scene under the dimmed lighting.

she sees him call over one of his men, eyes still locked with hers, grunting frustrated commands over the bass-boosted music. they nod, muttering into their earpiece before passing him a dark object.

suddenly, the music around her ceases. she recognizes this chest-tightening feeling: something is about to happen.

lloyd winks at her with a sly smirk before casually raising his arm in her direction--his long fingers delicately hold a gun. before she can separate from the man, an ear piercing bang echoes through the crowded room. everything stops for a moment: all dancing pauses, all talking ceases, and all breathing freezes.

then once everyone processes the noise, it's instant chaos. the music, still blaring through the speakers, is quickly drowned by high pitched screams, and frantic yelling. fear and desperation pools through the crowd, pushing everyone towards the exits.

his girl, however, simply rolls her eyes in annoyance: he just had to make a scene. she drags the back of her hand against her lips, wiping off smudged lipstick and the distinct taste of tequila, before abruptly pushing her experiment away from her, sharply aware of what is coming next.

the nameless man clumsily stumbles backwards in confusion, his drunk-fucked mind still unaware of the cause of the chaos. then another shot rings through the room, and he ceremoniously falls to his knees.

she sees lloyd graciously walking toward them, the crowd parting around him. a shit eating grin beams from under his 'stache.

"come'on, princess," his scolding tone is doused in honey as he considers the man under him. without hesitation, he pops another shot into the man's back before looking back up. "you know the rules." she doesn't pay any mind to the violent act, used to his outspoken actions.

she gives lloyd an innocent shrug, emphasizing her considerable cleavage that's now shining with sweat from the hot atmosphere of the (once) crowded club. "you said rules are made to be broken." she calmly smoothes out her short dress, ignoring his heated stare, pretending to make sure there aren't any unruly blood stains from her temporary partner-in-crime.

"so...what was this," he waves his gun around the fallen soldier, "little tantrum about, hm?" she hated how he talked to her like a child, always cooing and using easy words just to piss her off.

"the fact you don't know fuckin' proves my point!" she whines, pouting childishly under his gaze. "it's like you go through our relationship completely fucking blind, only caring when you feel like it!" he takes a swift step closer, taking her by surprise as he fully grabs her by the throat.

his words seethe through clenched teeth as he pulls her close enough for his forehead to touch hers, "look, baby, i've tried to be cordial with you, but now you're just being a brat." she can feel blood throb through her head as his grip tightens. "i don't know what crawled up your ass! i can't read your fucking mind!"

she squirms in his hold, weakly kicking against his shins, "you ignored me! you chose work over me!" her voice rasps out against his hand, but she's barely phased by her positioning. "you don't fucking love me!" his hand briskly releases her, leaving her a panting mess on her knees in front of him.

"you think i don't love you just 'cuz i wouldn't fuck you into the desk while i was on a call?"

"it was never an issue before..."

he sighs, realizing this is just another blip in their relationship that really doesn't matter. "honey, i actually have work to do. this isn't some hollywood fairytale where this money appears outta thin air."

she scrunches her nose at his condescending tone, finally having enough of this power play for the night. "obviously i knew that! i'm not fucking dumb, lloyd." she stands back up, trying to size him up even though he's quite a bit taller than her.

"well, if you knew it, then what's the fucking problem? why are we even discussing this." he groans, clearly done with the pointless argument.

"oh okay, so since you don't have a problem with it, there isn't one?"

"that's not what i said."

"whatever, lloyd. i'm done." she turns to the dark emptiness of the club, enjoying the finality of her heels echoing through the room.

a dark chuckle blooms from behind her, "yeah, that's not happening."

she turns her head over her shoulder with a snarky smile, movements not stopping, "uh-yeah, i think it is."

she spoke too soon.

as he clears his throat, every exit is swiftly blocked by one of his men, all dressed in thick black uniforms.

"no. i don't think it is.” she looks back, watching him fiddle with the gun in his hands as he stares her down, “why don’t you come back here, and sit nicely in front of daddy?” there’s a bout of silence between the couple, tensions rising as they both anticipate who’s going to make the first move.

But this was Hollywood. You knew what you were getting into.

As you progressed down the line and answered any questions, photographs were taken of you and Chris, fans absolutely going wild. One reporter even asked if you two would appear in a film together soon, to which Chris cheekily kissed you on your cheek and said, “Directors, you heard them!”

Once you all made it inside, you and Henry met up, exchanging a hug. “You look stunning,” Henry smiled at you. He shook Chris’ hand, the two men exchanging a welcoming smile.

“Chris, you are going to love this I think. Y/N put everything into this part.” Henry laughed, causing you to blush.

Chris smiled, his arm still tangled around your waist.

“I certainly cannot wait.” He laughed. After you two took your seats, the screen slowly turned and the movie was playing.

You hadn’t told Chris much about this film except that it was a literal romantic comedy. However, it did entail a rather heavy scene that you weren’t sure he was going to enjoy.

Your boyfriend hardly found himself getting jealous of you, because he knew where your heart was. It was attached to him and you wouldn’t dream of cheating. You were hopelessly in love with Chris to the point you were grabbing his phone and saying “engagement rings, weddings, wedding dresses” into his phone hoping that the ads would generate.

With your hand linked through his, the entire theatre was filled with laughter, at some parts there were tears, but the extremely heated scene you and Henry shared was towards the end. You glanced at Chris momentarily, your fingers squeezing his, watching the scene shift.

You and Henry were nestled inside a bedroom on some oasis-type scenery, which Chris gathered was the honeymoon for the two lovebirds on screen. His smile was wide until he saw Henry snake his fingers underneath your shirt and tug you closer. Henry glanced at you, his eyes averting to Chris, not helping but to chuckle.

Soon, it was all tongues, lips, and teeth. The clothes were removed and you were a moaning mess in Henry’s arms, the view of his hips rocking against yours causing your boyfriend to tense hard beside you. His face pulled into a hard line, the blue glaciers he held for eyes stone-cold. He scratched his beard awkwardly and it seemed as if his knuckles were turning awfully white the longer he was glued to the chair.

The scene shifted to where you and Henry were recovering, both sex-drunken as you laid beside each other, arms tangled around one another. Chris was not amused.

Which meant, during the afterparty, he was practically silent. He had his arm wrapped around you snugly, not letting you out of his sights, but he wasn’t talking. Chris would speak if someone approached him, but other than that, he just wanted to leave.

“Chris, you’ve been glaring the entire time. What is going on?” You pushed him, but Chris just looked down at you, his jaw clenched.

Finally, as the night came to an end, the two of you were in the car headed back to the hotel and that’s when you broke the tension.

“Baby, what’s wrong? I know something’s bothering you.” Although you clearly knew.

Chris shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing,”

You gripped his leg, squeezing his knee. “Lie,” You smirked.

Chris’ eyes glanced over at you. He shrugged his shoulders once more, not bothering to say a word.

“It was that ending scene, wasn’t it?” You prodded.

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes, making you chuckle. “Christopher Robert,” You smiled. As soon as you two were back in the confines of your hotel room, you slipped your heels off and grabbed his hand, leading him to you.

Reaching out, you rested your hand on his cheek. “You have no need to be jealous, darling.” You said as you reached forward and pressed your lips against his neck. Immediately, his response was a breathy groan, his hand flying out to rest on the small of your back. “I only have eyes for you.” You whispered into his ear, your mouth pressing against his ear as you run your fingers through his hair.

You pulled back and smirked.

“Let me show you.” You sang, already pushing the suit jacket off of his body, your hands immediately moving to the buttons of his address shirt. Chris allowed your hands to roam across him, his groans of satisfaction evident.

Before long, you found yourself rolling in the sheets with him, his moans uprising as you sat on top, giving him every ounce of you. His hands were holding onto your breasts, soon making their way towards your hips, admiring the curve you held as he handled your ass. You smirked, the two of you a moaning mess as Chris reached up and pulled you down against his chest, his eyes widening as an orgasm washed over him.

He twitched inside of you as you found yourself wrapping tightly around his length, your hips bouncing to provide yourself the utmost relief. Your head buried into the crook of his neck, his cologne lathering you as it rubbed off of his skin.

With sweaty foreheads pressing against the others, it was those quick and fervent kisses that screamed “I love you” to one another, that Chris Evans had absolutely no fear that you would leave.

“You’re the only man for me, Chris.” You said to him, as he exited from your sweet space and landed next to you. Tangling you up into his arms, you were warm and fuzzy on the inside, his arms pulling you closer.

“You sure?” Chris laughed against your ear, kissing your shoulder.

“I promise.” You responded, wiggling yourself closer.

~

Mike was gorgeous. There was no denying that. The entire reason you’d tried so hard to get an internship with him was that you had a crush on him for years. You lived on the same street as he and his wife for a while. Now his wife was gone.

What’s a girl gotta do?

Over the last several weeks though, you noticed you were seeing the other interns less and you were hearing from Mike more often. You weren’t sure that was a good thing. You wanted to think it was because you did a good job. If he had a meeting, you made sure to remind him the night before. You also called an hour before to make sure he was on his way. Then you ended up just picking him up and taking him to the meetings yourself.  

Since Mike was keeping his commitments and arriving on time?  You went from non-existent to Paul, who pretty much disregarded most interns Mike had working for him, to someone he counted on. Once Paul figured out you could get Mike to meetings on time, he started advising you of Mike’s schedule instead of counting on Mike to remember.

It was an ego boost sure. It was also hard to have a life of your own when you were trying to keep up with Mike. You didn’t have time to hook up with anyone else because of Mike but he didn’t seem interested in you…

At first, you had to wonder how someone who was such a powerhouse in the courtroom, someone who knew the law like the back of his hand, couldn’t seem to handle everything else. It didn’t take you long to figure it out.

Mike was a drug addict.

And as perfect as he looked, didn’t that figure?

It was mostly cocaine and pills though he did some heroine too on occasion. The first time he had you stop at a worn-down house in a seedy neighborhood, you’d literally locked the doors of the truck, scared the entire time. By the third time you stopped there, you put together that it belonged to a dealer.

You stopped there now, putting the truck in park and leaving it running. You’d fueled up while he was in the meeting with Paul. The sun was setting with pink and orange streaks shooting across the sky.

“Be right back,” he told you with a grin, still on his phone call.

You shook your head.

You weren’t paying attention to the time, but he was back out in half an hour and it was getting dark. Mike was looking less determined than he normally did and more… Well, you weren’t sure. The cute little smile and wave in the window before he climbed back in seemed out of character for him.

“I could go for something to eat,” he announced as he climbed in and looked at you expectantly.

“Okay,” you replied. “What are you in the mood for?”

Mike hummed and his attention, which was normally on his phone or his files, when he wasn’t lost in thought, was squarely on you. Hooking a finger in the strap of the summer dress you wore, he pulled it off your shoulder.

“What am I in the mood for?” he asked idly as his hand rested on your shoulder, his thumb tracing circles on your skin.

“Are you okay?” you had to ask. What had he taken in there?

Not wanting to make it weird, you dropped your shoulder to duck out of his touch. And he dropped his hand, but it was close to you on the seat. You hauled the strap back into place.

“Pick something out,” he finally said.

His phone rang, Paul from the sound of it, and he talked to him while you stopped at White Castle. You ordered sliders and fries while he talked to Paul and tried not to think about his touch on your shoulder.

It had you feeling conflicted. Mike had never hit on you before. He was always polite, distracted.

Does that mean he’s interested now or he took something?

When you pulled up to the window to collect your order and pay for it, Mike was still on the phone. Reaching across you, he handed money to the cashier. You jolted when he pressed his mouth to your shoulder, pulling the strap back down. When his tongue slid lightly over your skin, you shivered.

What’s going on?

Handing him the bag, trying not to get your hopes up, you pulled out of the restaurant lot and headed for his house. You expected him to start eating as he usually did, but he ended the call and tossed the bag up on the dash. His left hand slid towards you on the seat, his fingers walking up your side as you tried to focus on the road.

You were ticklish and you flinched. “Mike, what are you doing? I’m driving.”

You couldn’t make out his expression in the shadows of the cabin. You just knew you wanted to get him home, jump in your car, and try to sort everything out over Netflix and some Häagen-Dazs back at your apartment.

Or jump him. If he’d let you. And he might right now but…

Pulling into Mike’s driveway, you threw the truck into park and killed the engine. You started gathering your things, taking your time. Usually he did the same. He’d removed his seatbelt and had his arm resting across the back of the seat, eyeing you curiously.

It stopped you cold. “Aren’t you getting out?”

“Not right now.”

Mike’s voice had been so calm that you’d yelped when he came across the seat for you a second later.

His mouth was demanding on yours as he wrapped a powerful arm around you, pulling you against him on the seat. And he was hard, pressing you down until he was all you could see above you. His broad shoulders blocked out the faint light of the streetlamp.

Your heart hammered in excitement and trepidation but.. he was a really good kisser. Even as his hands skimmed all over you, his lips were a warm tease on yours, the softness of his beard brushing your lips, your cheeks. Those careful kisses were enticing, distracting. Everything you wanted.

Not enough to distract you from his hands trying to get to the back of your dress. He was dropping kisses over your face, your shoulders…

Still, he wasn’t his normal self and he’d just come from his dealer. And now all of a sudden he wanted you? It didn’t make sense. Had he taken something different? If he had, should you let this happen?

“Mike?” Your heart hammered so loudly he had to hear it. “I don’t…”

“Why haven’t we done this before?” he whispered against your skin.

Stitches popped in your dress when his fingers clutched the front and strapless bra beneath and roughly pulled both down, baring one of your breasts.

You sucked in a breath as he got his mouth on you, his tongue a hot lash against your nipple that tightened under his attention. Your hands clutched at his hair, to hold him to you? To push him away? You weren’t sure, gasping beneath his careful ministrations.

You couldn’t deny though that he felt so fucking good. All that warm, solid muscle beneath the fine material of his bright orange shirt. The silk of his hair slid around your fingers whisper soft.

“Do you… think this is a good idea?” you tried timidly as he yanked harder on your dress, both straps giving way now.

Mike hummed, nuzzling at your other breast and teasing you with soft nips along the underside while you squirmed beneath him. You knew you should stop him, but it felt so good. Yeah, you might be looking for another job tomorrow. But this was what you’d wanted for years. Given how many times you’d brought yourself off thinking about him alone in your bed at night, you perversely wanted to see what would happen.

“Mike?” You asked louder to get his attention.

His hands had moved down your body, sliding under your skirt. You struggled beneath him, thinking maybe you should put the brakes on. But it wasn’t much of a fight. In trying to pull free of him, you only succeeded in letting him shove your skirt up to your waist.

“Beautiful,” he muttered. “Soft and warm…”

Now you did fight him. Your legs were wrapped around his powerful torso – and that was a fantasy – and the bodice of your dress was around your waist. One arm you used to cover your breasts. The other hand weakly tried to fend him off.                                                                  

“Mike, what’s gotten into you?” Your voice shook as you made yourself ask the question. “Did you take… something?”

You hated to ask but the question did get his attention. Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Mike’s gaze lifted to your face, concern clouding his eyes.

“I got the usual from Joey,” he muttered, his hands skimming higher on the insides of your thighs. “I’m feeling pretty good right now.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your thigh, made you shiver. “You feel really good right now.”

“I’m your intern,” you tried, try to scoot away from him.

Strong hands on your thighs pulled you back.

“I’ve slept with interns before,” he muttered, hooking a finger in the crotch of your panties now.

You shivered to feel his breath on your private folds that were heated and wet despite your apprehension.

“You normally don’t notice me at all,” you said hating the whiny tone of your voice when you said it.

Mike stopped then, his gaze on your face.

“Of course I’ve noticed you,” he whispered. Another kiss pressed to your thigh. A finger slid into your folds, tracing a gentle line between your clit and entrance, making your shiver. “Have you noticed that the others aren’t around as much… Been wanting you.”

Oh, that wasn’t him talking. It was the substance. It had to be.

Didn’t it?

When Mike buried his face between your thighs, the fight went out of you. Under the influence or not, the man had a wicked tongue and he knew exactly what to do with it outside the courtroom too. Your hands went from trying to cover your breasts and push him away to palming your breasts as Mike ate you out. He had an iron grip on your thighs, holding you easily as he took you apart with his lips and tongue.

You writhed in his grasp, you cried out, you begged…

By the time he rose above you, yanking down his trademark suspenders to take his slacks down, you were watching breathlessly. His tie traced cool silk trails over your breasts as he moved. You let him position himself at your entrance. You gasped when Mike caught both your wrists and held them on either side of your head as he sank into you.

Your body stretched around him as he sank deeper and deeper into you. You didn’t fight him, taking his weight as he pressed you into the seat. And when he started to move, you wrapped your legs around his waist and hung on.

“You fit me perfectly,” Mike whispered, dropping kisses over every part of you he could reach as his hips powered into you. “Wanted you…”

Mike stole kisses from your lips, his thrusts gaining strength and speed as he held you beneath him. A myriad of emotions stormed your mind as Mike claimed you in the cab of the truck. Was this desire or the grips of some drug? Would he even remember? Care?

One hand slid between you, a tender assault on your clit that had you twisting beneath him, around him. You weren’t inexperienced, but you’d never felt anything like that. The way he filled you, the way his solid thrusts had you scooting up the seat in contrast with the gentle strum of his fingers against the small seed at the center of your pleasure.

All you could do was hang on as pleasure claimed you, had you crying out in the cramped space of the cabin.

“That’s it,” Mike whispered, grunting as your body clamped around him. “God…”

It was only second later that he pulled out of your body, coming across your thighs, over the panties you still technically wore. Mike cried out, working himself over you as you lay panting on the seat, noticing the windows of the truck were fogged over.

He seemed to relax then, easing back against the seat of the truck and pulling his tie off. The rough cadence of his breath blended with yours in the quiet cab.

Slowly, you eased up on the seat, pulling your panties back into place, pulling your shaking thighs together. Reaching for the White Castle bag, you found napkins that you used to clean him off your thighs as he watched with a heated gaze.

You had your sweater with you and thank God for that with the top of your dress destroyed. With shaking hands, you pulled it on, buttoned it up.

Mike whispered your name. “Come in for a while,” he said quietly.

Did he not realize what just happened? You were his primary helper now and he’d just rocked your world. But you weren’t sure if it was what he really wanted or it was something he took. You were blinking back tears as he watched you mutely, confusion just starting to cloud his expression, those cool blue eyes.

You were grabbing up your things, pulling on the handle of the door.

A large hand on your thigh stayed you. “Are you okay?” he asked, his gaze moving over you.

“I’ve… I’ve got to go,” you whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey.” Mike slid a hand up to your face, smoothing his palm along your cheek and directing your gaze to him. “Are you okay?”

“Does it matter?” you asked with your chin trembling, tears sliding from your eyes.

Mike looked at you hard, trying to really focus. “What?”

“Bye,” you whispered.

You bolted out of the truck with Mike calling your name behind you. Scrambling into your car, you quickly got the key in the ignition just as Mike was putting himself together in the cab of the truck. By the time he was climbing out, you were spinning rocks out of his driveway.

You waited until you reached your apartment before you lost it, sobbing in the bathroom floor while you peeled off the sweater, what was left of your dress, and your panties. Your phone started ringing by the time you started running your bath. You disconnected it.

You cried in the bath, trying to get your head around what happened. You mostly had it under control by the time you climbed into your bed.

At some point, you managed to drift off to sleep.

 ***

 The next morning you woke up feeling worse about things. You knew you should probably reconnect your phone, face the music. God knew how that was going to go. You started thinking about options over your bowl of cereal. Could you get another internship? What happened with Mike? Paul?

Had he meant what he said about wanting you? Or had that been whatever he took? Had it all been only in your head?

You jumped in your chair at the sound of the knock at your door.

Your heart sank. You just knew it was him and it was. Mike was leaning in your doorway when you opened the door, filling it.

It was Saturday and you were off, wearing soft, fleece pajamas. But there was Mike dressed as he always was, red shirt and black slacks, his suspenders. He looked handsome as ever and it had your heart speeding up just like it always did. His pale pallor was worse than usual like he’d gotten even less sleep than you did.

You’d barely cracked open the door.

Mike leaned close, those blue eyes kind as his gaze met yours. “Can we talk? Please?”

Your breath caught. How was this going to go?

“I know you’re afraid,” he said quietly. “Don’t be.”

Hoping he couldn’t see how badly you were trembling, you stepped back and opened the door wider so he could enter your apartment. You’d just locked the door when he pulled you into his arms. And it felt so good to be there, his hands smoothing up and down your back, the hard length of his body warm.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair as he held you.

Here we go. This is the part where he tells you it was a mistake. Would you still have a job?

When you didn’t say anything, Mike eased back from you, tipping up your chin so your gaze met his.

“Let’s sit down,” he said gently.

Oh, God. You were going to lose your job too?

The two of you took a seat on your couch. Mike didn’t let you get far, keeping you in his arms. Those blue eyes were kind on you.

“Last night was not exactly how I’d imagining things going between us,” he said after a moment.

You shook your head, struggling to push down your guilt for what you’d allowed to happen.

“I’m so sorry, Mike,” you whispered, making yourself meet his gaze.

A strong finger traced over your cheek. “I’m not.”

What?

“I called Joey and somehow some ecstasy got thrown in there yesterday,” Mike explained, that blue-eyed gaze moving over your face. “I wasn’t myself after that and I’m sorry. I need to know that you’re okay, that I didn’t… take advantage of you.”

“Take advantage of me?” Was he serious? “I was… God, I was afraid that you just wanted to… because of whatever you took and that you’d be mad at me today. I was afraid…”

Mike lowered his head to kiss your mouth carefully, slowly.

“Last night what I took only made me want what I want more,” he whispered against your lips. “And I’ve wanted you for a while now… Just hope I didn’t fuck everything up.”

Mike wanted you? It didn’t sound right in your head but when you gazed into his eyes, you could read desire there, fear.

“So we can agree that everything that happened in my driveway was consensual?” Mike’s voice was a shade less confident.

You nodded. “It was.”

“And you’re still willing to put up with my ass?” He asked in a lighter tone. “If not, I’ve got a lot of fucking explaining to do to Paul. He really counts on you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. “I know.”

Another soft kiss, one that had the knots of tension easing in your body.

“It’s going to be tricky balancing work with us,” he told you. “But I think we can make it work.”

Another kiss had your hands smoothing over his back, clutching at those damn suspenders he loved.

“So?”

“So friends with benefits?” you offered.

Mike shook his head. “If I just wanted friendly sex, I’d still be paying hookers.” Another kiss before those gorgeous lips blazed a trail across to your jaw, to the sensitive hollow beneath your ear. “I want more… I want it with you. No more interns. Just us. Me and you.”

When Mike pulled back to read you, you were a mess. Smiling like a dolt with tears starting to pool in your eyes.

“Yes?” His gaze searched yours. “We have a deal?”

You nodded, swiping at your eyes with your fingers. “Deal.”

You didn’t expect Mike to haul you over his shoulder and rise from the couch with you like you were light as a feather.

“Where’s your bedroom?” Mike asked, smoothing a hand over your ass.

You pointed the way, squealing and hanging onto a suspender as he raced to get there.