#citrusy

The first time it had slipped out, was on his 17th time visiting you.

The moment it had, he had froze, before the hand unclasped the grip he had on both your wrists, and pulling out of you smoothly but with a visible haste in his actions. Gasping the moment his presence left you, an ache in between your legs at the sudden loss nearly unbearable as you rubbed them together as you sat up onto your elbows with a caught-back whine. "I-is something wrong?" You panted, swallowing and letting out a mute curse as the aches, both pleasurable, began to dull between your legs.

Faced only with the scarred side as he caught his breath, you are left with few clues to what was in his head, save a tense jawline and flaring nostrils as he breathed sharply, in and out, again and again. The red eye seemed to glow brighter with each inhale, lighting up like the embers at his finale smoke, per every session. You could watch it for hours.

Pushing up further, resisting the groan in your core, and you reach. Fingers barely brushing his bare shoulder as you breath in concerned, "Beloved...?"

Stinging with the smack he gives to knock your hand away before it touches, it still remains in the air as he growls, launching to his feet and storming about the private room, gathering his things. Shoving feet into gold-lined boots, half-buttoning up a shirt; a rush, it seemed, to escape.

You called his name, a breach in the contract, but you did it anyways. He didn't even hesitate, all but slamming the gold down on the low-lighted rooms dresser as he shoved his arms through his jacket. "Silco, wait-" You're caught in the glare of hellfire and mortal, both just as devestating, deadly and raw as that of a snarling predator.

"You are to keep quiet, next we meet. Understood?"

The Eye of Zaun doesn't wait for the reply, the mask concealing his identity as he exits secured before he slams the door behind him.

Leaving you with trembling legs, half kneeling on the bed as you stared after him. Any other woman would be shaking from terror from being the subject of such a flaming look, so off-put by the scarring and the shift from his normal cool, suave demeanor. You do not shake with such fear, however. The shaky breath you release as you fall back onto the bed, catching your breath as you pressed your palms into your eyes, was how utterly, totally beautiful your client was.

And, as consequence, how utterly screwed you were, in the fact that you thought that.

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"Beautiful."

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Love wasn't supposed to happen. Not here, and not like this.

You definitely shouldn't be feeling love for a client while he has his cock pounding between your lips.

And you absolutely, positively, shouldn't be finding the way he's throwing his head back, slicked-strands of dark hair wild around his face as he lets out something guttural, and almost fragile, claw from his throat as he cums straight down your own, utterly captivating.

It's almost reflexive at this point, how easily you take him to the hilt as his length twitches and drains hot ribbons down your perfectly sore throat. As reflexive as the several, gentle press of your lips you leave down on his spent length, before pressing an kiss directly on the dripping tip, the taste of him coating your tongue as you gaze up through your eyelashes.

Lovingly stroking his thighs as he came down from his peak, your hoarse voice said it, again. It takes his mind a few seconds to hear it, absorb it and understand it's every syllable, but then his eye snaps back open as he pulls himself away immediately, going for the provided cloth on the table.

"There are many, many terrible stories, about whores that don't listen." The threat doesn't work; you both know he won't follow it, and you pant, reaching up to delicately thumb off the remains off him off your lips. He doesn't turn, but you watch the man's muscles jump as he hears you moan delightfully as you suckle the cum off your digit. "And lie."

A frown as you breathe, "I've never lied."

"You," Now cleaned, Silco turns, and once more, you are breathless under the glow of his red. His coat already in hand, he sightlessly pulls out the clanking pouch from his pocket. "... are a whore..." The first click of gold is all but a punch onto the bedside table. You never move your eyes from him, even as he loudly stacks each and every coin atop one another.

"A whore, that's paid." Another ten clacks. "Paid to like it."

Another ten. "Paid to act like that..."

A final ten, and his fist is shaking, chipped teeth gritting as he bores his duel-colored gaze into you. There's sweat still dotting his brow, hair still sticking out from his thrusts between your ravaged lips. "Paid," He whispers, hoarse as if your positions were flipped. "...to say such pretty, pretty lies."

You stare straight into his eyes. And whisper it again.

That pure, perfect devastation crosses his gaze once more before he turns on a heel, breaking a world-record in his haste to put his clothes, his armor back on, and stride out the door, leaving you on your knees, with the taste of him in your mouth, and fifty shining, golden coins on the polished wood.

A moment later, you throw every single one of those damn coins out the window, and scattering into the street three floors below.

Paid, you are not.

Liar, you are not.

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"Gorgeous."

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"You're sacked." You aren't surprised, and say nothing to the Madame. Only give a cool side-glance to your co-worker beside you, smirking smuggly. She's of similar height, coloring, body type to you, and was Silco's second choice if he hadn't picked you.

The greedy bitch already has the glitter in the color of his gold in her eyes as she watches you lose your job. A consequence of you whispering the name of your client when you thought you were alone at night. "Immediately," The Madame continues, and you interrupt, reminding her of Silco's appointment tonight. "Don't care, be gone by then."

Your next question finally has her glancing up from her paperwork. "What was that?" "I said, what if I paid you for the room?" A haughty chortle of disbelief from your ex-coworker, and a sigh from your Madame. "This isn't a damn hotel. Get lost, before I get the guys to drag you out."

You turn, and walk out of the office. And return a handful of moments later, an armful of all the pouches of coins you'd procured over the last several months as Silco's. Dumping them without care onto the desk, the Madame's cigarette falls from her teeth as she stares. "... oh, you poor thing," She mutters, raising one dark-leather bag and feeling it's heavy, heavy weight. "You've fallen hard, haven't you?"

You don't answer that question, but she answers yours, agreeing to a one-night stay in the room you've been fucking the Industrialist in. And, of course, one more thing.

"What do you want?" Silco's runner-up snarls as she strides back in; you, the first-prize, only sweetly smile and curl your fist at your side. "The five seconds I paid for."

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"Marvelous."

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If Silco takes note of the bruised knuckles, or the muffled crying he surely had to have heard as he walked past the office, or one of the teeth staff still hadn't managed to pick up off the ground yet, he makes no comment as he tightens his tie around your wrists.

For a moment you fear the gag, in which case he'll hear nothing of what you have to say. You're relieved, emotionally as physically, as he guides his cock into your body with knees on either side of his hips.

"Beautiful," You breath as his nails dig into the curve of your ass as you lift, then lower onto him again. You see those gritting teeth grind as you moan out the word again, adding it's twin between your heaving breaths, "Gorgeous..."

A hand comes up to cup your breast, rolling and gripping at the plump flesh almost tenderly, but another whisper of the dreaded B-word has pain zapping to your brain from how hard he pinches your nipple.

"Stop that," He orders, mortal eye closed tight as he rocks his hips up into you, choking your next word with the thrust of his cock deep inside. "I'm not paying you to say those things." The laugh slips out from your tongue before you think, tone loving as you inform him, "You can't pay me. I don't work here anymore."

You were staring into the hellfire-gaze as you confessed that. You now face both, utterly fixated on your face as his nails grip your hips, as if you could escape, or want to escape, his attention. "What..." A swallow, and you follow the curve of his throat with your gaze, causing a second swallow. "... what did you just say?"

A smile, as you gaze upon his every serious, ever careful, ever stoic face that looks up at you in pure shock and disbelief. "I was fired today. I paid for this room, it's essentially a motel for the night... I don't know if you'll ever see me again after this." You give a small, experimental clench around him, and his eye-contact never breaks as he gives a shuddering, low exhale.

"... You're beautiful, Silco." You begin to move again, slowly, inner muscles pulsating around his erection deep within your heat as you whisper your confessional. "I can't stop looking at you, or thinking about you, and thinking how gorgeous you are. H-how-" Your moan cuts you off as both his hands slowly snake up your chest, this time giving both breasts slow, caring attention. "... h-how marvelous you are..."

A choked sound from below. Your hooded eyes watch as he closes his green eye, the red nearly disappearing as it dilates into the black.

"I love when you look like this," You admit, between gasps as his hips start rolling in earnest up to meet you. "I love those rare smiles you get afterwards, w-with a cigar half-hanging out. I love... l-love the way your eyes, both of them, g-get so concentrated even as you fall apart. I-i love it when you bite your lip with t-those damn perfect teeth... just like t-that-" Even with his cock now slamming into you from below, you let out a breathless laugh as you see his canine pricking into his bottom lip in his carnal euphoria.

You're so concentrated on watching this man fall apart, from your words and body, that you almost miss the way the tie is nearly ripped off your wrists.

"You mean it," Silco gasps into your ear as he tugs you down atop of him, arm wrapping around you with nails biting into your back as his teeth bites into your shoulder as he fucks you in belief. "I-i do..." You groan against this ear as it earns you a lap against your skin, before a deep bite that'll be stinging for days. "I-i had to tell you... d-don't know i-if I'll ever see you again-"

"You're coming home with me."

You let out a near-sob as one hand reached between your legs to stroke your clit with fierceness, and how certain his words are. How quickly you accept.

Your hand comes up to brush against grey, ragged skin, palm sliding on the sweat and fading make-up as you begin laying a trail of kisses from his ruined side of his chin, up.

"Beautiful."

A snap of his hips. Another loving kiss.

"Gorgeous."

A deep, wicked moan that shakes at the end.

"Marvelous."

You feel how erratically he's slamming into you, palm practically a blur on your clit as your vision starts to go white, and you press your open mouth at the corner of that stunning, wonderful eye of fire and darkness.

Your orgasm comes in sync with him, as you hoarsely choke out the one word you think of whenever you lay eyes on this man: