#part 11b

Gotham Lockdown 2020

Part 11b

Summary: Revenge and passion

Warning: knife kink, blood (no gushing..understated.) oral on female, murder, and small bit torture oh...and some fluff

Somewhere along the way he grew to care for Roman, despite his episodes of highs and lows. Roman’s girl the entered the little orb of The Black Mask club and she was like the little sister he always wanted but never had.

Victor, noticed that he was two blocks away from his destination. He cut the engine. Turning, to you he looked your over. For the longest time, all he had ever cared about was himself.

Now there was you, his Doll-Face. You took the shreds that remained of his heart, his humanity which he thought were shadows of what they had once been. You breathed life into him. His killings, his scars were more enjoyable. When you were at his side as he carved away he enjoyed it all the more.

So the idea of a bounty on your head didn’t frighten him but it angered him, it would be unjust. There was rarely much he could do about a decision like that other then watch you more closely. He could do that, but he didn’t want your life to suffer as a result.

“Look I know , It’s my job. One that I will carry out with relish. If you help me, Carmine might put a bounty on your head.”

“He can go fuck himself if he does that. I’m coming with you.”

“Alright then, let’s go.”

Easily, you picked the lock to their rear entrance. The one guard, that was nearby was dead before he hit the floor.

More men went down. As he remained in the shadows, watching he saw how you managed to organize the women. Securing them, away made the rest of this much easier.

The two of his bodyguards went down very fast despite the pleas to do better.

“Ready?” He looked at you.

“I am.”

Victor, opened the door.

“I was wondering how long it would take for him to send his two lapdogs.”

“Look, Tommy if you had been a fucking human being, myself or Victor could have brought you food.” Doll-face shook her head. “You had to break in.”

“Why did one of your men have to knock out Roman’s girl, didn’t you know that would cause the blood to flow?”

The man shrugged. “The slut, should have been cooking upstairs.”

Victor, looked at you and nodded. Moving as one, you were on either side of him. “You just don’t understand.”

With a breath, you and him together slammed ice picks through the back of his hands securing them to where they laid on the armrest.

“What the fuck?” The man howled.

“You don’t mess with what belongs to Roman Sionis.” Victor hissed enjoying how the man tugged at his hands.

“You don’t mess with our friend.”

A girl your size would never be expected to have great strength, but you did. At that moment, Victor watched with pleasure as you pushed Tommy and he fell backwards. He moved and moved like a beetle that had unexpectedly fallen onto his back and struggled to right itself. This time, no one was going to come to help or take pity.

Victor, swooped down. “You should have called on the agreement of this lockdown.” He looked up at you. Hold him down for me, Doll-face.”

You smiled. “Happily.”

Straddling the man’s upper torso, Victor grabbed him by his hair. “Time to set you free.” In a few easy cuts, the man was dead and Victor and Roman, would have a new trophy.

Putting the face on the dest, the two of you righted the chair.

“I have an idea.”

“Oh?”

“Just a little something.” Victor watched as you twisted one of the icepicks free. Grabbing the hand that was now free, you held it up to what had been the man’s mouth.

He watched as you slammed the ice pick back through the hand so it made it look like he was covering his mouth on shock. You both knew that it also stood for never speaking ill or being the cause of ill will another.

“Oh that is perfect.” His blood pumped hard in his veins for you.

The blood on your smooth, porcelain like skin was quite the sight. He reached over Tommy. He cupped you chin, the blood on his own fingers, adding a delicious mar on your skin, it excited him. He kissed you then. Killing, with you brought a sweet thud to his heart. He sighed into the kiss, as he felt your small hand on his cheek.

You broke it. “Let’s go home.”

“Yes.” Rolling up the face, he tucked it away.

****

Roman, leaned against the wall near the special room. He smiled watched as Victor and you drove in and secured the garage once again.

“Tell me you have it?” A large smile was spread across his face.

Victor, offered the backpack to his girl. Roman, watched as she lowered the zipper. Reaching in, she took it out.

“Here you go, boss.”

“Roman.”

“Roman.” You beamed and stepped back and zipped the bag back up.

He knew what it was. Unrolling, it Tommy’s face was revealed before him. “Fuck you, Tommy. I would have helped you.” Roman, shook his head. “Ewwww.” Holding the face by what would have been the man’s forehead he handed to you. “Victor, blanch it and hang it.” He pulled and freed his hands from his soiled gloves. “Here you go, see you two in the morning.”

Content, Roman couldn’t wait to give you the good news.

*****

Victor, secured the face onto the wall. Working by your side, with the streak of blood on your face was almost too much for him.

He still had to mark himself. The night was ahead of them. He made sure to grab the knife that most appealed to him.

*****

With his heart thumping heavily in his chest, he could barely keep his hands off of him.

The elevator, dinged and it took all of him to not simply jump. “Dollface, do me a favor?”

“Yes?”

“Grab one of our white sheets and spread it out for us will you?”

“Victor?”

He smirked at you. “And when you are done, take all of that off.” He gestured to your clothes.

“I can do that.”

“Good.”

Victor, put the knife on the nightstand. He shed all of this clothes. Ducking into the bathroom, he disinfected a few spots. Feeling good, grabbing the knife he walked back out to you. He felt a punch of desire hit him as he watched you, naked on all fours spreading out the sheet.

“Oh, my little bird look at you.” Pursing his lips he gave a low whistle.

Remaining on a fours, you turned and smiled at him. “You like what you see?”

“I do.” He licked his lips. He drew closer. “Doll-face don’t move.”

He put the knife down beside the two of you. Kneeling, behind you he dragged his hands across your smooth skin of your back. He kissed your hip. He picked up his knife.

“Turn around for me baby.”

Soft and all curves, he loved how you were on your back before him. The night, seeing how you were still smudged with blood, he was terribly aroused but he would wait.

“Watch me Doll-face.”

“Of course.”

Holding his knife, he brought the tip to his shoulder. He met your eyes. “Should I cut myself here?”

Raising yourself up onto your elbows, you nodded. “Yes.”

Turning his attention back to his shoulder then sliced into it. He barely felt the cuts anymore but he did exhale a breath.

He brought his knife just below where his beat beat heavy in his chest. “How about here?”

“Yes.” Your voice was growing thick looked at you, he could see how you were breathing deeper.

On his right side, just shy of being hidden being on his side be found a new place. “And here?”

“Yes!” Your voice, caught his attention looking at you, he smirked.

He sliced, he grew harder watching you. You had drawn up your legs up, knees pressed together, and one of your small hands was deep between them.

“Feeling good?” He held up his now bloodied knife.

You moan softly.

He asked again. “How....good are you feeling?”

Your eyes with alit with passion met his. “Very good.”

“Doll-face, watch.” His voice was tight. As he chose his final spot.

Your eyes, were heavy with passion but you watched. He found a place on his pelvis. He sliced. A louder moan came from you.

“How do I look?” From the slices, some blood, dribbled out. He didn’t cut deep enough for a worrisome but enough that little red paths worked their way down his body.

You bit you bottom lip and gather a breath, you smiled. A small moan came from you. “Very good.”

He smirked. “Get up.” He watched as your hand froze. “Your turn.” He watched as you drew your hand away from your soft wet center. How he wanted to be nestled there. But he was a man who could wait.

You got up and knelt in front of him, knees were apart for balance. He offered you his knife.

“Where shall our mark go?”

He inhaled sharply as you wiped one side of the bloody blade on your hip and then watched as you did the she same to your other side. His blood was delightful shade on your creamy skin.

You smiled. “I know the perfect spot.”

He knew already where it was going. You didn’t disappoint. He watched as your eyes focused then he felt as you added another cut over his heart. You wiped it off, then handed if back to him.

Leaning over, he put the knife a fair distance away.

Grabbing you, to him, he loved how your soft body slid a little as it rubbed and made the slices bleed a little more. “I am complete once again.” He breathed against your ear.

He brought your chin up and kissed you then, it felt like it had been ages since he had last kissed you.

He smirked into the kiss as your lips pressed against him more as you felt his fingers reach between the two of you. He rubbed at you. Loving, how wet you felt to his fingers.

*****

Excitement coursed hotly thought his veins. He wished, he could have taken part. Though, he remembered the feel of pulling his gun from bis holster and killing the man who drugged you and that made him feel good.

He had consulted with the other rogues and Tommy had not mattered. He was low level. He broke the agreement. He was well within his right to retaliate. They did so, he was on top. Fuck, it had been awhile and a flush of pride filled him. He was the fucking king.

He shed his robe, his silken pajamas once he was in the bedroom he shared with you. Going to the bathroom, he grabbed and soaked a wash cloth with warm water. He squeezed the access water from it. He came back to where you laid.

Grabbing, a handful of the blankets he pulled them off your body. A smile curled his lips, as you were still naked from before. Once the blanket pulled back. He was over you, though careful to not disturb you or at least he hoped so for the moment. He kissed your hip, enjoying its subtle curve. With a gentle hand he opened you a little more for him.

When you were just right, he knelt between your legs. He gently rubbed wash cloth on your center which was still puffy from earlier which made him swell with pride and the dragged the was cloth on your thighs. He smiled once he was done. Turning, he tossed the wash cloth into the master bath.

Easing himself down, he placed soft kisses on your thighs. Placing kisses over your warm core, he inhaled your scent that was a spicy sweet mix of you. Holding you, he dragged his tongue against you. He went deeper still, he lapped at your smaller core before teasing your opening. Damn, only thing that was better was kissing you. He sighed as he could feel as you grew wetter.

Pulling back he teased you and kissed at your thighs again. Moving in close again, he licked you deep entering you with his tongue. That’s when he heard the first moan but he pretended he didn’t hear it. He moved his lips and tongue to his favorite parts down there. He couldn’t help but finally smirk as he felt your fingers in his hair. Your fingers gently caressed at his scalp and he loved it.

He glanced up at you, as his tongue continued to lap at you. Your head was tossed back as far back as possible your eyes closed in passion, your mouth was slack with the moans that came from you.