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Leona Augustine

"I'm a very bad girl baby."

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a character in “Bad For Business”, as played by Periphery

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Bad || Wale (ft. Tiara Thomas)
Is it bad that I never made love?
No, I never did it
But I sure know how to fuck
I'll be your bad girl
I'll prove it to ya
I can't promise that, I'll be good to ya
'Cause I have some issues
I won't commit, no, not havin' it
But at least I can admit
That I'll be bad, no, to you (to you)
Yeah, I'll be good in bed
But I'll be bad to you


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Hold Me Down || Halsey
I sold my soul to a three-piece
And he told me I was holy
He's got me down on both knees
But it's the devil that's tryna

Hold me down, hold me down
Sneaking out the back door,
Make no sound
Knock me out, knock me out
Saying that I want more, this is what I live for

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|| Full Name ||
"It's an old lady name."
Leona Lavender Augustine


|| Nickname(s) ||
"I can be your baby, if you like."
She doesn't really mind her name too much and won't kill you if you use Leona. However, she does have some nicknames.
Leo [ Most preferred ]
Lola [ Likes ]
Leon [ Doesn't mind ]
Lee [ Hates ]
Lolita [ Lovers only ]


|| Age ||
"Young, but experienced."
Nineteen years-old


|| Sexuality ||
"I love love."
Bisexual


|| Current Residency ||
"It's dangerous, but I'm hard to scare."
Harlem, New York City, New York


|| Occupation ||
"Whatever my baby needs to pay the bills."
Prostitution || Drug mule || Cocktail waitress || Thief


|| Face claim/Role ||
Charli XCX || Girl One

|| Relationship Status ||
"He takes care of us, I don't mind sharing."
Shares Arthur "Arty" Kelty with Andie.


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Cherry || Lana Del Rey
Darlin', darlin', darlin'
I fall to pieces when I'm with you, I fall to pieces
My cherries and wine,
rosemary and thyme
And all of my peaches (are ruined)

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|| Addictions ||
"I'm all vice and no virtue."
☠ Hard drugs ☠
☠ Money ☠
☠ Kinky sex ☠
☠ Powerful men ☠
☠ Recklessness ☠
☠ Pain ☠
☠ Tequila ☠


|| Likes ||
"I'm a bad girl baby."
▲ Power ▲ Money ▲ Patron ▲
▲ Spanking ▲ Rough sex ▲ Clubs ▲
▲ Cigarettes ▲ Coffee ▲ Adrenaline ▲
▲ Arthur (sometimes) ▲ Andie ▲ Guns ▲
▲ Fast cars ▲ Fighting ▲ Causing trouble ▲
▲ Dirty dancing ▲ Red wine ▲ Bondage ▲
▲ Stealing ▲ Lipstick ▲ Parties ▲


|| Disikes ||
"Don't get on my bad side."
▼ Beer ▼ Arthur (sometimes) ▼ Cops ▼
▼ Lawyers ▼ Being told no ▼ Prostituting ▼
▼ Pussies ▼ Emotion ▼ Foster homes ▼
▼ Being called princess ▼ Being alone ▼ Cold nights ▼
▼ Snow ▼ Rules ▼ Laws ▼
▼ Being told what to do ▼ Bitches ▼ Early mornings ▼
▼ Losing ▼ Cats ▼ Questions ▼


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Kinda Outta Luck || Lana Del Rey
I was born bad
But then I met you
You made me nice for a while
But my dark side's true.

You never cared what I did at all
Motel singer or the silver pole
I did what I had to do...

Femme fatale, always on the run
Diamonds on my wrist, whiskey on my tongue
Before I give back, I gotta get drunk
So get over here, pour me a cold one.
...
Is it wrong that I think it's kinda fun
When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun?
My daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck
I really want him back, but I'm flat outta luck.

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|| Basics ||
"Pretty girls get what they want."
  • Eyes Dark, chocolate brown.
  • Hair Dark brown, nearly black, falls just under breasts. Typically, it's like a wild, uncontrollable mane of waves, but sometimes she styles it in smooth curls, or pin straight.
  • Height About five foot, three inches
  • Weight 115 lbs

|| Piercings ||
"You'll have to get me naked to find them."
Leo has both of her nipples pierced as well as her belly button.


|| Tattoos ||
"I like ink."
Left forearm On the inside of her left forearm, Leon has a nice linework tattoo of a woman smoking a cigarette.
Between breasts Sitting on her breast bone, between her breasts, Leo has a traditional-style dagger tattoo.
Back of neck On her spine, Leona has a tattoo of an upside down, completely black rose.
Right Elbow On the back of her right elbow, Leona has a simple hand tattoo, this, she got while doing time in prison for the murder of her foster parents.
Left ribcage Just under her left breast, off to the side a little on her ribs, Leo has an outline tattoo of a girl and a wolf.
Right shoulder Her most complicated, and detailed tattoo sits on the back of her right shoulder, of a lion and a skeleton.


|| Scars ||
"I did three years in prison, what the fuck do you think?"
Lower left abdomen Sitting just above her panty-line, off to the left, Leona has a few inch long scar. This, she got while she was in prison, shortly after getting there. She was sleeping at night when her cellmate jumped on her and stabbed her brutally with a homemade shiv. Leo fought her off and managed to stab her back, an inch from the girl's heart.
Top of left shoulder Along the top of her shoulder, Lola has a small groove. This, she got from a bullet. She robbed a five-and-dime store and the owner had a gun. As she was running away, a bullet grazed the top of her shoulder, leaving a scar.
Inner elbows The telltale sign of a junkie. Leona's inner arms are covered in a multitude of track marks from years of drug abuse.
Right eyebrow The scar is small, and almost invisible, but sits just above her right eyebrow. This, she got in a drunk driving accident. She was fourteen at the time and had stolen her foster parents car to go to a party. She ended up in the hospital.
Left shoulder High on her upper arm, just below her shoulder, Leo has an old, faded scar. The name Miguel is scratched there in her skin, her uncle's name, carved into her skin with a knife, marking her as his property.
Right wrist Along the inside of her right wrist, all the way up to the inside of her elbow, Leo has about seven circle shaped burn scars. Some are from cigarettes, others cigars. Her first few, cigar burns, were given to her by her father and uncle. Recently, Arthur has taken to adding to them with cigarette burns when she's disobedient.


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You Can Be The Boss || Lana Del Rey
He has a white Corvette like I want it
A fire in his eyes, no, I saw it
He’s bleeding from his brain and his wallet
He’s sick and he’s taken but honest
The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips
The liquor on his lips I just can’t resist
As close as I’ll get to the darkness
He tells me to “Shut up, I got this.”

You taste like the Fourth of July
Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…

You can be the boss, daddy
You can be the boss
Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce
I like you a lot, I like you a lot
Don’t let it stop…


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|| Personality ||
"I'm a wild child."
Trouble maker → Leo is practically fearless. The only thing she's afraid of is herself because she's got destructive tendencies. She makes dangerous choices on purpose, because she likes excitement and craves thrill almost like it's a drug. The only thing she likes more then breaking rules is sex. When people give her limits, she does everything in her power to push them, just because she finds it fun. She makes rash, impulsive decisions without really thinking of the consequences first and this often gets her into trouble, but she rarely cares. Trouble making is like her bread and butter.

Addict → Lola has an addictive personality to say the least. When something makes her feel good, she quickly becomes obsessed. There is almost nothing in the world Lola can't turn into a drug. Her major addictions include sex, drugs, alcohol, and even minor pain. Standing between her and these things would be a devastating mistake because, once she's addicted to something, there's nothing she won't do to get it.

Stubborn → Leo is stubborn as an ox. She likes to be dominated in bed and lets Arthur control her life, yes, but that does not mean she's a pushover. She's got a lot of determination, and when she wants something, she gets it, one way or another. Butting heads with her is never a good idea, because someone always gets hurt and she usually gets her way.

Seductive → If there's one thing in this world Lola knows, it's sex. No man can resist her and she knows it. Sex is her best weapon, and she uses it to get her way all the time. Despite her young age, she is no novice, she's experienced well beyond her years and knows exactly how to drive men wild. She's never met a man she couldn't seduce, and likely never will.

Bold → Lola has little to no filter. She says what comes to her mind, and does not care who she hurts or pisses off. She's not afraid to do and say things others won't and isn't easily intimidated. Essentially, she does and says what she wants, when she wants, simply because she wants to. Only Arthur seems to have control over, and she even pushes his boundaries more then she should.

Fighter → When it comes down to it, Leon is no stranger to fighting and, often, enjoys it. She's been in her fair share of disagreements, both physical and verbal, and tends to win. She's always had to fight to survive and knows how to throw a punch as well as sling an insult. Do not be fooled by her small size. She can really pack a punch, and, put a weapon in her hand, and you can bet your ass she's not afraid to use it.


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Going to Hell || The Pretty Reckless
Father did you miss me,
Been locked up a while.
I got caught for what I did but took it all in style.
Laid to rest all my confessions I gave way back when.
Now I'm versed in so much worse,
So I am back again, and he said
For the lives that I take, I'm going to hell!
For the love that I make, I'm going to hell!

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|| Family ||
"What family?"
Maritza Augustine || Mother || 27 (at death) || Deceased
Victor Augustine || Father || 42 || Alive in prison
Miguel Augustine || Uncle || 35 || Alive
Andie Naess || Foster sister || 19 || Alive
Arthur "Arty" Kelty || Boyfriend || 25 || Alive


|| History ||
"I've always had front row seats to the shitshow."
Leona has always had to fight to survive. Her roots are thoroughly Mexican, and she was actually born in Mexico, only she never really had a family. Her father was a powerful Mexican sex trafficker and her mother was a prostitute of his, one of his many mistresses. Her mother raised her until she was three before she was taken from her and moved into her father's house, mostly so that her father could use her as leverage against her mother and keep her complacent and obedient. She only got to see her real mother once a month or so, if she was lucky and her mother had been good that month.

Her father's trophy wife hated her, and made sure she knew it. From the early age of three, Leo suffered horrible abuse from the woman, both physical and verbal. She lived in her father's house for five years. Her father was too busy running his empire to pay too much attention to her, and her step-mother was constantly making sure she knew she wasn't wanted.

When she was eight years old, Leo was visiting with her real mother for the day when she kidnapped her right out from under her father's men's noses. The two of them managed to evade her father's men for three whole days before they were found and her and her mother were both dragged back to her father. Before killing her mother in front of her, her father made sure to make her watch him sell Leo off to one of his worst traffickers, her uncle Miguel, for a bag of coke. Miguel carved his name into her upper arm with a knife while her mother watched before her father put a bullet in her mother's head.

Miguel was in charge of running Victor's American business, and Leona was moved to the U.S.A to work for him, not speaking even a word of english, only eight years old. Thankfully for her, she only had to live under Miguel's control for three years until an undercover cop managed to bust her father and tear his whole empire apart. Her father ended up in prison, and Miguel narrowly escaped to Puerto Rico, escaping justice. She was thrown into the American foster care system at eleven years old, and from there, things didn't exactly get much better.

Leo was a rebellious child and a trouble maker. She wasn't exactly placed with the best homes, and spent years being moved from shitty home to shitty home. She was sexually, physically, and verbally assaulted by both foster parents and siblings over and over again.

If by some miracle she actually managed to get placed in a decent home, she was too much for them to handle and always managed to fuck it up somehow. At thirteen, she was placed in the same home as another thirteen year old girl, Andie. The home wasn't bad, in fact, it was pretty nice compared to her other homes, but they were highly religious. Andie was Leo's first real friend, and the two of them shared a room and grew close. Needless to say, her bible-thumping foster parents were pretty horrified when they caught the two girls kissing one night in the same bed. It wasn't her first kiss, but the first time she'd ever kissed another girl and, if she was being honest, it was the only kiss she'd ever really enjoyed.

Over the next several years, she and Andie were separated and reunited multiple times, but, seeing as they behaved better when they were together, they tended to get placed in the same homes. Up until she was fifteen and Leona slept with another boy in the home, Andie was the only consensual sexual relationship she'd ever had, and the two of them were practically glued at the hip.

When she was sixteen, she and Andie were placed in a particularly horrible home. Their new foster father was especially sick in his perversions, while their foster mother abused them physically. It was pure hell to put it lightly. Leo had survived some pretty horrible shit, but this man and his wife were by far the worst of it. She managed to swipe a kitchen knife from the cutlery at one point and told herself she would only use it if it was a matter of life an death. She'd always been a fighter, but she wasn't exactly a killer, not at that point.

He snuck into her room the next night and Leo didn't think, she just reacted. Before she'd even realized what she'd done, she'd stabbed the man in the stomach six times. When she finally came back to herself, she was standing over him, covered in blood and holding the knife. She let out a scream and dropped the knife and Andie was in the room in mere seconds, trying to calm her down and get her to stop screaming, knowing it would wake their foster mother. It was too late, however. A minute later, their foster mother was standing in the doorway, witness to what she'd done. Lola was too shell shocked to react as the woman turned to run for the phone, intending to call 911. Andie didn't hesitate though. She picked up the knife, gave Lola a kiss, and went down the hall after their foster mother, murder in her eyes.

For two sixteen year old girls who'd never killed before, there was no hiding what they'd done and the only witnesses to their abuse were dead. Surely, they were staring down the barrel of long prison sentences. They couldn't afford decent attorneys, and their fate seemed practically sealed. Thankfully, however, the media picked up on their story blowing, making them front page news and drawing the attention of a major law firm. The firm was one they could only dream of affording, but, to their luck, the Ramsey brothers took on several probono cases every year and theirs became one of them.

Thanks to incredible work done by the Ramsey brothers in their defense, the girls only ended up doing three years time in a New York prison. Now nineteen, their case was finally coming to a close and they were free again. They moved into a shitty apartment together in Harlem. They started fucking their landlord, Arthur simply to pay rent before it became a sort of three-way relationship and he moved in with them and started to control their lives and they just let him because, while he was controlling, he also kept food on the table and a roof over their heads, and could be pretty decent to them, when he wanted to be.




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So begins...

Leona Augustine's Story

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Character Portrait: Andie Naess Character Portrait: Leona Augustine Character Portrait: Orson Ramsey Character Portrait: Sebastian Ramsey
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Oleander had been dropped off, by Arty, like she often was on the corner of Helm and Lux. She’d already blown two guys and fucked another, in the forty-five minuets she’d been hooking on the street corner. She’d made well over six hundred dollars. She wasn’t cheap, Arty made she to remind her to charge twice what the normal girls on this particular street corner charged. Despite Arty selling her off like she was more of an object then a human, he had the decency about him to tell her that she was worth way more money then the rest of the girls. She was beautiful, she looked like she’d had a rough life sure, but not like she should be standing out on of the worst street corners in Harlem.

The men paid too, mostly because when Andie fucked them she wasn’t pretending to enjoy it for a quick buck, she actually enjoyed it more then she probably should. She was addicted to sex, it didn’t matter who it was with, just that she was being touched in all the right places. She adjusted one of her black velvet thigh high boots, her switch blade that she always had on her was positioned between her teeth. The lights of the old movie theater turned women’s shelter flicked on behind her illuminating the street corner in neon reds and purples as the sky grew darker. She stood straight up once more, running her fingers through her long blue hair.

She hadn’t touched her hair since she’d left for prison. She’d shaved it just before her and Leona’s trial ended, she knew if she had long hair going in it would have been a target of the women. She’d let it grow out since then and it was not the longest it had ever been, reaching her lower back. She pulled her switch blade from between her teeth and habitually started to flip it out and then back in over and over again as she lend against the wall, waiting for the next car to roll up. Her white fur coat hung from her inner elbows. Her black cut off top and short ripped jean shorts, left little to the imagination.

She raised a brow when the next car to pull up was Arty’s familiar, candy apple red convertible Cadillac. There was no way her time was up. She pushed off the wall lazily making her way over to the car, her heels clicking along the dirty pavement. She lent down, resting the palms of her hands against the passenger door.

“Yes daddy?” she practically purred in a voice that would make any normal man squirm. A crooked grin came to Arty’s lips. Andie held his brilliant sapphire eyes with her own green-yellow ones, waiting for his orders.

“Come on princess, we got to pick up your sister.” He said and Andie didn’t have to be told twice as she opened the door to the car and climbed in. She was compliant for the most part, unless you gave her a reason not to be. She lend in and Arty kissed her lips, when he pulled away he pulled the cigarette from behind his ear. He lit it taking a drag before passing it to her as he pulled off the curb in the direction of the corner that Leon always dominated.

He turned up the music in the car, letting it blare from his speakers as they cruised down the dangerous streets of Harlem. If Oley was being completely honest, she didn’t hate her life. In fact, for the most part she felt empowered and free, Arty was only really ever awful when he was too high or she gave him a reason to be a tyrant. They pulled up to the street corner, Leon was nowhere in sight which meant she was more or less out with a client. They waited curb side for Leo to finish. She blew Arty with no shame, despite the convertible being down and people walking by. She was probably a little too shameless, when he finished, he came in her mouth and she had no problem swallowing, he rewarded her with a decent sized bump of coke.

Finally, Leo pulled up hopping in the back seat. Andie sat up on her knees as she lend over the front seat pulling Leo close and kissing her hard, like she often did, before turning back around and planting her ass back in her seat.

“I got a job.” Arty started as he took the on ramp onto the freeway towards New York City. Andie raised a brow but didn’t interrupt as she lit herself a joint, taking a long drag off of it. “We’re going to work over those Ramsey brother’s.” He said like they were simply going to shoplift at a liquor store and not fuck over one of the most prolific political families in the US. “What do you say? Three-way split.” He offered which was being extremely generous for Arty. Andie let out a heavy plume of smoke as she passed the joint to Leo over her shoulder.

“I call the older one.” Andie said simply, a wicked smirk on her lips. The Ramsey brother were without a doubt two of the most handsome men she’d ever encountered. She’d tried to seduce the younger Ramsey once during their trial when they’d been alone and he’d been asking her what had happened that night she’d murder her foster parents for the hundredth time. He hadn’t gone for it though, he’d demanded her to stop fucking around unless she wanted to spend the rest of her life in prison, which is precisely why she’d rather deal with Sebastian Ramsey.




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Orson was the definition of a dangerous predator. His behaviors were borderline psychopathic. These deranged, sadist behaviors were kept hidden from everyone, including his brother who he’d always been extremely close to. Not only did no one know about this side of Orson, but it didn’t help that he was money inclined and could bury his nightmarish tendencies under piles of cash. As of late, his recent obsession came in the form of terrorizing young girls. He’d lure them back to his luxuries hotel room and once the door was closed, whatever girl he’d trapped would wish she’d never left with him.

He didn’t’ know this girls name, he rarely cared enough to learn their names. He was a regular Jeffery Dahmer when it came to the names of his victims. He’d tied the red head up, she’d thought it was just a kinky game at first, until he’d started taking pictures. Demanding she door lewd acts to him and herself. He’d brought out an array of dark sex toy from leather whips to razor imbedded handcuffs. She’d begged him to stop, that only made him want to push her further. Eventually when he was finished it was closing in on the twilight hours of the morning. He’d thrown down a stack of money, enough to make her promise to keep her mouth shut. He further threatened her like he often did, that if she didn’t he’d kill her. However, the money was all it took to shut up most the girls he tormented.

The amount of money he threw down next to her was almost worth the permanent damage to your psyche. He ran his blood-stained hands through his hair. Typically, he wasn’t one to stop unless he drew a grotesque amount of blood. He had always had a sick fascination with blood. He pulled his black suite jacket over his blood spotted arms, not bothering to wash up.
“You should be out by morning.” He said simply before slipping out of the hotel room without another word. The room he’d been occupying with the girl was his private room. It was never rented out and the hotel staff that cleaned it along with the hotel their selfies, were paid off to keep their mouths shut about what happened in that room.
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At home he’d slipped into bed with Jun and she hadn’t fought him when he fucked her awake from a dead sleep, without so much as washing the dried blood from his skin. Jun knew better then to ask. He slipped into the bathroom to finally shower had Jun had joined him once more for another round. He was running off of no sleep. He was an insomniac, who rarely slept and ran heavily off of cocaine and caffeine.

Once they were finished, they’d slipped into the kitchen and Jun started breakfast. He was scary good at going from his predatory nightlife to switching over to a normal boring lawyer life. He sipped his coffee as he glanced over the newspaper. The Babyfaced Killers were still making front page, he was damn proud of that case. Him and Sebastian had been ridiculously successful with the case of the two foster sister, who’d murdered their foster parents. Before him and his brother had stepped in and taken over the case, the death penalty had been on the table for at least Oleander. It was easy to pass off what Leona had done as simply self-defense considering the state they’d found Leona in as well as where they’d found her foster father’s body.

For Oleander her motive was harder to find and it was clear she’d done it to take care of witnesses. He was glad they’d been released. Which reminded him they needed to come in to the firm and sign some final papers. He texted his brother as a quick reminder that they should probably set that up. He’d received a text back almost instantly, Sebastian had already set the appointment up.

“Orie…” Jun breathed that awful fucking nickname, her Chinese accent thick. His dangerous gaze glanced up over the top of his newspaper there was a warning in his eyes that told her not to press him. He already knew where the conversation was headed before it started. “It’s not fair.” She wined. “You won’t even-“

“I told you not to bring that shit up.” Orson hissed, his jaw clenching as he stood up. “We’re not having kids Jun, stop begging. It makes you desperate and you know how I feel about desperate ass bitches.” He growled grabbing his navy-blue suite jacket and pulling it one.

“Where are you going?” She demanded, getting increasingly emotional and he rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be at the office for another two hours.” She said walking towards him and he took a step back when she reached out for him.

“I’d rather be at the office then here with you.” He said darkly, the pain on her face was clear, but he didn’t so much as flinch. In fact, he smirked at the way his words had hurt her. She turned away from him like she couldn’t stand to see his cruel smirk. He grabbed her face roughly, pressing his lips demandingly against hers, she tried pulling away, but it was not use he was far to strong.

He pulled away then, slipping out o their luxuries Manhattan mansion. He slipped into his black ranger rover heading towards the office. He spent most of the day in his office, doing paper work and reviewing cases like he often did. He’d only gotten distracted once when he’d fucked one of their four absurdly gorgeous secretaries. It was going to be a late night, their last appointment of the night would be Leona and Oleander, who were supposedly on their way according to the message Arty, their boyfriend, had left with one of the secretaries. He wasn’t entirely sure how their relationship with Arty worked and he really didn’t care. He only knew, because it was protocol to keep track of your client while they were incarcerated and after their released. Him and Sebby just hadn’t been able to meet with them until now.

Setting

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Character Portrait: Andie Naess Character Portrait: Leona Augustine Character Portrait: Orson Ramsey Character Portrait: Sebastian Ramsey
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Leo had been "working" on a Harlem corner for several hours now. Her feet were starting to hurt in her heels and her knees were pretty roughed up from how many times she'd gotten up and down off them in the past few hours. It wasn't something she particularly enjoyed or took pride in, blowing and fucking guys on the street, but she didn't exactly hate it either. Afterall, she only had to do it for a few hours a day and she could make more money than the majority of working class americans made all day long at their boring desk jobs.

Of course, she hardly got to see any of the money. Arthur always told her he was splitting it fairly because he kept them safe from creeps and weirdos, but it wasn't fair to her. In the end it usually ended up being something like a 70/30 split, and he really only gave her that much so she could buy herself clothes and beauty products to keep herself looking good. Still, the money was probably better off in his hands anyway. As selfish and cruel as Arthur could be sometimes, he really wasn't unbearable. He took care of her and her foster sister Andie better than any of her foster parents ever had. He put food on the table, paid the bills, funded her bad habits, and only hit her when she disobeyed.

Besides, she'd much rather blow strangers on the street to pay her bills then be stuck in some boring fucking job at McDonalds or Burger King, working like a dog and still only scraping by on the skin of her teeth. It was all she was really qualified for. She couldn't exactly move up in the world, she'd never even finished high school. She'd spent three out of her four high school years in a prison for killing her foster parents.

She was leaning against a poster-plastered wall. Above her, the neon sign of the smoke shop lit the street in bright purple and green hues. Her knees were bruised and scrapped from a long day's work and she had a decently dark bruise on her neck from a customer who'd liked a little light choking. It was a little chilly out, but that didn't matter, she was wearing a tiny pleated skirt that hardly covered her ass cheeks with a white crop t-shirt that left the bottom curves of her breasts exposed, a pink fake-fur jacket hanging loosely off one shoulder. Her black, usually unruly hair was straightened and pulled back into a sharp, pin straight ponytail that hung from near the top her her head to the place just between her shoulder blades, as she leaned on the dirty wall and smoked a cigarette slowly.

A decent looking young mexican man passed her on the street and she let out a small, seductive noise and grinned as he turned to glance at her. "Like what you see, papi?" She breathed to him in spanish, smoke curling from her lips as she said the words. He grinned then and she knew she had him. He walked back over and she took his hand and lead him around the corner, to the alleyway behind the smoke shop. Before she could even ask him what he wanted, he whirled her around and slammed her face against the brick wall. She wasn't wearing panties, making it that much easier for him to slip inside her and start fucking her without even having to undress her.

He held her against the brick wall like that while he fucked her, one hand hiked up under her skirt, gripping her hip, the other pulling a little hard on her ponytail. It was one of the better fucks she'd had that day and, unlike usual, her moans weren't fake and she actually got to cum, which was rare, before he finally finished, paid her, and left. Lola took a minute to fix her skirt and tug her jacket up onto her shoulders before slipping back around the building to the street corner once more.

Arthur was sitting there in his car with Andie in the front seat and she raised a brow, but didn't ask questions. She just climbed quickly into the back seat as Arty peeled off and she waited for him to tell her what was up. She was glad for the break, her feet were really killing her, but he usually didn't pick them up until a little later so she was somewhat confused. Andie sat up on her knees in the passenger seat and turned to face her, leaning over the seat and Lola responded instantly as her friend leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

She kissed back eagerly and let out a soft sigh. She loved the way Andie tasted. If she was being honest, kissing Andie was actually better than kissing Arthur. If she had the choice, she'd fuck Andie because Andie did things for her Arthur never could. As much as he took care of them, she would never love Arthur, and she would always love Andie. Andie had been her first love, and she would never really get over that, no matter how many other men were in the picture.

Andie pulled away from her then and Lola had to keep from reaching out and pulling her friend into the back seat. It felt good to kiss someone who loved her after a long day of letting guys who's names she didn't even know use her body and she wanted more. “I got a job.” Arty started as he started to drive towards the city, distracting her from her thoughts of Andie's lips and Lola raised a brow. “We’re going to work over those Ramsey brother’s.” He said like it was as easy as that and she chewed on the inside of her cheek. That was a dangerous idea, and she had nothing against dangerous ideas,in fact, they excited the hell out of her but the Ramsey brothers weren't exactly going to be easy marks. They'd been her and Andie's ruthless lawyers, and they were rich as fuck. They probably had a hundred girls a year trying to work them over for their money. “What do you say? Three-way split.” He offered and that was just too good of an offer to refuse. He'd never been that generous.

Andie handed her a joint and Lola took it gratefully. It had been too long since she'd had a hit of something. “I call the older one.” Andie said simply, and Leon rolled her eyes and smirked, knowing exactly why Andie wanted him. They were both incredibly sexy, powerful, and a little dark, but the younger brother was a little colder then the older one. He'd be the more difficult mark, that was for sure, but Leo actually didn't mind. She'd had her eyes on Orson Ramsey since he'd picked up her case. He was a little dark, and brooding, which she liked and, although he hadn't taken any of her seductive bait throughout the trials, she hadn't missed the way his eyes followed her around the room when he thought she wasn't looking. It had been hard to concentrate on her own defense with his piercing eyes on her. She'd spent more time wondering what it was like to fuck him then she actually had paying attention to her own case.

"Fine by me, I think the younger one's sexier anyway." She breathed, taking a deep inhale from the joint. She wished they'd stopped by the apartment first, not really wanting to go see her sexy lawyer right off the street, a little roughed up from a day's work and still wearing her hooking clothes. His office was in the nice part of town, the women up there were all classy as fuck and she wished she'd gotten a minute to slip into something a little less obviously slutty, but it didn't matter. If she couldn't seduce him in what she was wearing, she probably never would.

Arty detailed the plan for them on the way up. He explained that they were to try and seduce the brothers, keep them on the hook for a while, and then blackmail them with pregnancy. Both brothers were married and their family was held in high esteem by the public. They would pay anything to get rid of two pregnant prostitutes quietly. They pulled up outside of a rather impressive skyscraper with the words Ramsey and Ramsey on the side and she leaned forward in the middle seat to kiss Arthur. He tossed her a small bag of coke as she hopped out of the car. "Make daddy proud girls." He called to them with a smirk and she just blew him a kiss as she hooked her arm in Andie's and pulled her into the building with her.

They got more then just a few stairs on their way up to the impressive offices of their lawyers, but it didn't seem to bother them in the slightest. They stood quietly in the elevator, arms linked while there were others in it, but a few floors up, the last passenger got out and they still had quite a good ways to go, alone. The second the doors were closed again, Lola's lips were on Andie's. She couldn't help it, she was honestly mildly obsessed with Andie. Her fingers were in her bright blue hair, soft moans escaped her throat, and her lips devoured Andie's hotly for a long time before the elevator doors opened once more on their floor and Leo smirked and took a step back, like nothing had even happened.

A secretary with obnoxiously large breasts gave them a judgmental look as they approached and told them to have a seat and wait. "Hopefully they're good fucks." Lola teased so only Andie could hear her as she nudged her with a smirk, knowing it was pretty fucked up, but she didn't care. She wasn't ashamed of the fact that she was a little trashy. "It would be awfully disappointing, after all this money and power," she said as she gestured to the impressive building around them, "to find out the Ramsey brothers have tiny dicks." She laughed.

Just then, one of the secretaries came back and told her she could head in to see Mr. Ramsey and Leo smirked. She gave Andie a small kiss on the cheek and a squeeze on the thigh before following the woman back to Orson Ramsey's office. It was impressive to say the least, dark wood, classy furniture, ceiling to floor windows with a spectacular view of the city below. She had to suppress a whistle. Orson was sitting behind his desk, looking just as smoldering as ever as his secretary announced her arrival before leaving the room. "I'm told you have some shit for me to sign, Mr. Ramsey?" She said simply, the slightest latina accent affecting her words. She raised a brow as she pulled her fake fur jacket up onto her shoulder again from where it had fallen and crossed the room, sitting in the seat across from him, her eyes on his.



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Sebastian was a workaholic to say the least. He spent almost every second of his life at the office. Hell, most of the week, he slept on a couch in his office and completely ignored his wife's existence, choosing to fuck his secretaries and prostitutes he had brought in instead. It was just easier that way. He could get hours and hours of work done, take a break to fuck a beautiful woman, then go back to work. He didn't have to listen to Jillie whine about how he didn't hold her enough, or look her in the eye while he was fucking her.

It wasn't that he didn't care about her. He just didn't love her in the slightest. She was a smart girl, too smart for her own good, and she should be married to someone a thousand times better then him, but their wagons were eternally hitched. Her family had a lot of political influence, as did his. Just like in medieval times, their marriage had basically been a business arrangement and, at first, he'd enjoyed it. Jillie didn't expect him to act husbandly, and he didn't expect her to be a perfect wife.

However, she'd gotten greedy lately and it was driving him crazy. The closer she tried to get to him, the further he pushed her away. When she kissed him too deeply, he flipped her over and fucked her face down so she couldn't even see him, when she told him she loved him, he just nodded and told her she was a good girl. He couldn't help it, he'd been raised by a hardass father and an icy cold mother and, because of it, he was both cold to his wife, and harder on her then he should be.

The night before, he'd gone out to a bar with his younger brother after a long day of work. They'd had a few drinks together before Orson disappeared somewhere with a beautiful red head and he was left on his own. Only, he didn't stay that way for long. Sebastian was an attractive, charming man, and he knew it. He never stayed alone in a bar for very long. Only moments after Orson disappeared, he was approached by a stunning blonde with an ass like a porn star and he'd bought her a few drinks before asking her if she wanted to leave with him.

Of course, she agreed. Seb had teased her quite a bit in the car, getting her good and ready for him as he drove her back to his place. Jillie was home and he knew that, but he didn't care. He was shameless in his cheating. Hell, sometimes, he even managed to get Jillie to join him in his infidelities and turn it into a kinky three-way. If she didn't want to sit in the other room and listen to him fuck some other girl, she really had no choice.

When he brought the girl home, Jillie didn't fight him, just let him have his way with both of them over and over again all night until he passed out, a naked woman in each arm. The next morning, he kicked the girl from the bar out and fucked Jillian alone, knowing it would make her feel better after a long night of having to share him with a stranger, and, hopefully, keep her from saying something stupid about it that would piss him off.]

He was more caring and considerate with her then usual, and she seemed satisfied, which made him happy. He had to get to work soon and he didn't really feel like having a blowout with his wife before he got there. He made her some breakfast and coffee and left it out on the counter for when she woke up before putting on one of his many designer suits and leaving his outrageously expensive apartment to head to the office.

He had a full day ahead of him. He had several important clients to meet with, and he had to wrap up his case with those two foster sisters. Those girls were an interesting case to say the least and he'd almost be sad to see things finished because he wouldn't get to see them anymore. They were so unlike the classy women he was always around, and they didn't seem to be the least bit ashamed of it. Not to mention, he was pretty sure the two of them had some sort of sexual relationship going on that he couldn't help but find a little intriguing.

The one with the blue hair, Andie, was the one he enjoyed the most. He was always interested to hear what shit would come out of her mouth. She was basically the exact opposite of Jillian in every way imaginable and it made him want her in a way he really shouldn't want his clients. He didn't even care that he'd had to take their case on for free, it was too interesting for him to pass up. Besides, he liked a challenge, and their case was that and then some. Andie's motive was harder to spin because her foster mother hadn't been raping her when she'd murdered her, and Leona didn't cooperate too well on the stand because she had a bit of an impulsive mouth. Still, they'd worked a miracle and managed to get the girls a mere three years time in a prison that wasn't going to destroy them entirely like prison tended to do to young, pretty girls.

After a long day, Sebastian's last meeting was with Andie Naess and he sat at his desk, his chair turned away from it to face his large, floor to ceiling window as he sipped a glass of disgustingly expensive scotch. There was a soft knock at the door and he turned to see Melissa, one of the secretaries he often fucked, standing in the doorway. "The girls are here sir, should I send them in." He smirked, liking when she called him sir. He made her call him that when he fucked her.

"Yes Mel." He said waved her away. She nodded and a moment later, returned with the girl he'd been waiting all day to see. He smirked when he saw her. The last time he'd seen her, she'd been in prison. She looked incredible now. Slutty, like she'd just spent the day hanging out on a corner somewhere, and, knowing her, she probably had. Still, despite looking a little trashy, she still looked fucking incredible. He'd always had to fight a little to stay professional around her. "Hello Ms. Naess." He breathed, tone casual and business-like as he set his scotch aside and gestured to the seat on the other side of his desk for her. "I just have a few things for you to sign to wrap this whole thing up, and then you can officially put it behind you." He said with a courteous smile. As cold as cruel as Sebastian could be, he was also frighteningly charming. It was what made him so good at his job.

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Oleander was relived when Leona had agreed with her taking the older brother. Mostly because she wasn’t good with rejection and due to this she knew that if Orson rejected her, she’d get irritated rather quickly and do something that could mess up the job. In the same breathed, she felt a tinge of jealousy at the eagerness that laced Lola’s voice. The thought of her with someone like Orson, bothered her and maybe that because she felt a little threatened that Orson might get between her and Leo. Her and Leona weren’t dating, still they might as well be. There was a heavy sexual attraction between the two of them that they’d never been able to shake. It was what had gotten them in trouble to begin with. She felt like, to an extent Leona belonged to her and she belonged to Leona.

She pushed the faint jealousy aside as Arty explained the plan in detail, making it clearly, he’d done a lot of thinking. Arthur was surprisingly a smart man. Sometime Andie honestly wondered about Arty, then other times he came up with cons that were actually fairly brilliant. He pulled up outside of the law firm. The building itself was incredible, Andie had wondered what it was like living such a cushy life, like the Ramsey brothers lived. Then again, she had a feeling she’d grow tired of the fake clean and classy persona.

"Make daddy proud girls." Arty said as her and Leo stood outside the building. She didn’t respond and let Leo respond for both of them before they linked arms and headed inside. The stairs they got from the high-class people in the building made Andie smirk. She looked exactly the part of what she was, a prostitute. The looks didn’t bother her and Leo, if anything they earned the looks.

They slipped onto the elevator and Andie knew what was going to happen the second they got a moment alone. Just like she’d predicted, the second they were alone. Leon’s lips slammed against hers and Andie kissed her right back. She placed her hands on her friend’s ass and used the grip to pull her closer as they made-out in a hot and heavy manor. Kissing Leona was like reliving her favorite memories, not to mention it made everyone around them hot and heavy. Andie got off on the shock value. Her and Leona had always just been like magnets, they’d connected right away and were nearly impossible to separate.

When the elevator doors opened back up Leo pulled away and Andie smirked as she followed her out and they sat in the waiting room. Andie tucked her switchblade into her boot as Leo spoke. "Hopefully they're good fucks." Andie smirked, the Ramsey brothers had occupied her dirty fantasies a number of times. "It would be awfully disappointing, after all this money and power, to find out the Ramsey brothers have tiny dicks." Andie stifled a laugh as one of the secretaries came for Lola, before another one came for her.

Oley shrugged her fur coat back onto her shoulders as she pulled her blue hair to one shoulder. Being a prostitute was a filthy job, yet still she looked just as beautiful even after hooking on a street corner. Andie slipped into the room as she took in the office, she was careful to keep her expression neutral as she crossed the room.

"Hello Ms. Naess." He breathed as he set his liquor aside gesturing for her to take a seat across from him. "I just have a few things for you to sign to wrap this whole thing up, and then you can officially put it behind you." his charm was contagious, but so was hers. She didn’t’ just have charm though, she had edge, and an aura the bleed sexuality. She didn’t have to try to be seductive, for the most part it just came naturally.
She paused in front of his desk helping herself to his scotch, despite her distaste for the liquor. She downed in one long drink, without so much as wincing, even though the flavor burned in her mouth. She set the empty glass back on his desk before walking around to his side of the desk and hoping up on it like she owned the place. She sat just to the side of his desk chair, facing him. Her fur coat falling off one shoulder.

“Can I though?” she asked curiously, she tilted her head to the side considering Sebastian. “I think your lying.” She breathed bluntly, although her tone was lazy like it often was as she drug out the sentence. It didn’t make the statement any less relevant though. “I murdered someone in cold blood.” She reminded him, she’d admitted this to him before and only to him, because after Orson had rejected her she wouldn’t so much as say a word to him. The way she said it, made it clear just how numb she was too what she’d done. “You don’t just put that kind of thing behind you.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders, like she knew it would follow her wherever she went, like a dark cloud but she couldn’t care less.

She met Sebastian’s eyes. “You got more to drink?” She asked, like she wasn’t fresh out of prison on conviction of murder. She crossed one of her legs over the other. She didn’t miss the way his piercing blue eyes lusted for her. She knew lust, she saw it in every man she fucked. She lend, back on the desk, her fur coat falling around her wrists, making herself comfortable like he didn’t have a choice but to pour her another drink. Her eyes watched him much like a predator watched its helpless prey. “No ‘How’d prison treat you?’ It was good. I missed you though.” She smirked, her tone remaining smooth, like the words weren’t over stepping a client, lawyer boundary. She was well aware he was married, she didn’t care though. He wouldn’t be the first married man to sin at her touch.





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Orson was obsessively intrigued by the Babyfaced Killers case. Him and his brother had been equally as intrigued and had jumped at the opportunity to take it on. It was only once they’d dove in head first, they realized how fucked up the girls were. The case wasn’t their typical case, they’d become known for getting Mafia Lords and High-profile criminals acquitted. Needless to say, when they’d taken on the case, it only gained more traction. He’d felt a dark desire to undress Leona on countless occasions, his work ethic and infallibility wouldn’t allow him to. Had he met Leo on any other occasion, under any other circumstance he’d have made her beg for her life and enjoyed every dirty, twisted second of it.

When it came to his work life though, he kept his composure. He had to, letting himself slip would be spilling a vat of fucked up issues that he’d been so careful to conceal. He was interested in seeing how prison had changed or affected Leo, mostly out of his own curiosity. It seemed as though her and Andie couldn’t stand to be separated, yet that’s exactly what had happened to them when they’d been incarcerated. This was another thing that peaked his interest about the girls, they were clearly more then just friends or foster sister. The sexual tension between them was heavy and he didn’t hate it. In fact, they’d managed to use it to their advantage during the case, stating the girls had been co-dependent and Andie felt an overwhelming need to protect Leo.
“Mr. Ramsey.” Cami’s voice was soft, knowing it would irritate him if she spoke too loud. He glanced up at her from Leo’s file as he was reviewing it, making sure all of the loose ends were tied up. “I’m sorry.” She retracted almost instantly as if she’d witnessed the dark side of his temper.

“What is it.” He breathed sharply, looking her over. She was newer, just as beautiful as the other secretaries, yet meeker, softer spoken. She seemed to cower easily and in a sick way Orson like that about her.

“You’re seven-thirty is here.” She breathed and he nodded. A clear sign that she was to bring Leo to him. He never wavered in his studying as his feel on her file one more time, before finally tucking it away. He straightened his tie and sat with his hands folded on his desk. Everything he did was eerily calculated.

He glanced to Leona stiffly as she entered the room. His jaw clenched at the way she was dressed, like she’d just walked off a street corner and he could almost guarantee that she had. Weirdly, he hated that she was dressed that way. Mostly because it alluded to her job and even though he had not claim on her body, the thought of her fucking nameless guys drove him crazy. A part of him wanted to be one of those uncomplicated nameless guys, instead of the sociopath he was.

"I'm told you have some shit for me to sign, Mr. Ramsey?" She had the slightest hint of an accent, that made his jaw clench. He didn’t remember her being this impossibly alluring before. He watched her with his crystal blue eyes as she plopped down into the seat across from him.

He was quick to collect his thoughts. A small part of him want to fuck her right there, on top of her desk. He fought the urge though, he couldn’t and wouldn’t let his night life living, seep into his work life. Not too mention, in all honesty Leona was far too young for him. Her track record would get him kicked out of his family and that wasn’t something he could risk, at least not at the moment and at the height of his career. For now, picking up girls at bars and trying to cope with his miserable marriage was all he could do.

“Yeah. Yes.” He breathed calmly, terrifyingly good at keeping his composure like he knew no other man could. He placed his index finger and thumb on the corner of a perfect stalk of white papers, the writing already facing her as he pushed them forward making it clear he had some form of OCD. He places a ballpoint pin with Ramsey & Ramsey scrolled on the side vertically next to the small stack. “Read through the pages, there should be a total of seven signature lines and twelve initial spaces. Nineteen in total.” He informed her in professional, yet overly prepared way. He glanced up to her, catching her eyes. He took a slow deep breath in through is nose. “Can I get you a coffee? Some clothes maybe?” he stated, irritation at her lack of clothing clear in his voice.

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Orson had the most penetrating stare. As he looked across his desk at her, blue eyes dark and intense, it was almost hard not to squirm. Something about him made her feel oddly conflicted. She felt like climbing into his lap, and running for the hills because he excited her and terrified her at the same time. He was completely composed, not an ounce of emotion in his body language, cold as ice. His eyes, however, had already taken in the curves of her body and she hadn't missed the way his jaw had clenched slightly.

He wanted her. His eyes were like a wolf's even though his body language was carefully cold, his eyes were on fire, and she felt her body burning even though all he was doing was looking at her. She could tell, just by looking at him that there was a darkness inside him he was trying to control and she almost wanted to force it out of him, just out of sheer curiosity. “Yeah. Yes.” He breathed calmly, tone almost too collected and she had to raise a brow.

She couldn't help but wonder what it was that was holding him back. Afterall, it was clear as day she was a prostitute and she had a reason to be visiting him at his office. If he wanted anonymous, no-strings sex, that his wife wouldn't find out about, she would be the perfect target. She wondered for a moment, if he was faithful to his wife, but then her eyes met his for a second as he slid the papers to her in a very calculated, controlled way. There was no way he was faithful, not with the money and power he had, the secretaries that worked for him, the slight dusting of coke he'd forgotten to clean from the corner of his desk. Not with the way he looked at her.

He handed her a pen then and she bit her lip as she watched him, wondering what it was she was about to get herself into. At the very least, he was a control freak, but she could sense some darker desires then just control that made it hard not to squirm in her seat. “Read through the pages, there should be a total of seven signature lines and twelve initial spaces. Nineteen in total.” He informed her, tone professional.

He caught her eyes again then and she couldn't help but let a half smirk take over her lips as she watched him take a slow breath in that she wouldn't have even caught if she hadn't glanced down at his lips and wondered what they tasted like. “Can I get you a coffee? Some clothes maybe?” He stated, irritation coming out then and she had to fight the urge to laugh. She could tell he was annoyed by her lack of clothes. So annoyed, that he'd broken his calm collected act to snap at her irritably.

Leona just smirked slightly, letting her eyes drift over him slowly, licking her lips, before dropping them to the papers in front of her, like she hadn't just undressed him with her eyes. She gave her shoulders a toss, dropping her jacket off and sliding her wrists out of it before picking up the pen and giving him a pointed glance, knowing it would bother him that she was undressing further. "I wonder what pisses you off more Orson..." She mused softly, using his first name like she was entitled to it as she leaned towards the desk in her seat, letting her eyes skim the paper, pretending to read it when really, she was wondering what his touch felt like. She signed the top sheet and flipped to the next one.

"That I'm dressed like a slut?" She wondered aloud as she signed another page, pausing to bring her eyes back up to his. "Or the fact that it's turning you on?" She smirked wickedly as she glanced across the room at a liquor decanter, landing on the spot of coke she'd noticed on the corner of his desk. "If you're offering me something, it might as well be a drink." She shrugged, glancing back down on at the papers in front of her. "Or maybe a bump?" She breathed casually with a shrug like she'd asked for a glass of water and hadn't just outed his coke habit.



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Sebastian's eyes followed Andie as she walked across the room and paused at his desk. She was dressed like a slut and he wanted nothing more then to bend her over his desk and treat her like one, but he knew he couldn't. He specialized in casual, unattached sex. He had a feeling getting involved with Andie was a train wreck waiting to happen. She was everything Jillie wanted, everything that excited and intrigued him. He wouldn't be able to keep things casual and simple for long, not even if he payed her. He'd become too darkly obsessed with her and he couldn't risk losing everything over it like he knew he likely would.

Seb just watched her calmly as she downed the remainder of his scotch, clear distaste on her features. She wasn't drinking it because she liked the taste, that much was obvious. She set the glass back down before walking around to the front of his desk, sitting slightly off to the side of him as she hopped up on his desk. He raised a brow. Not even his secretaries, whom he regularly fucked, were so bold as to walk into his office, drink his scotch, and hop up on his desk like they owned it.

Her obviously fake fur fell off one shoulder and he couldn't help but let his eyes take in her newly exposed skin before falling on the cheap jacket where it rested at her elbow. For a moment, he had an urge to go out and buy her a real fur. Not because he wanted to fix her, but because he wanted to see what a little money looked like on her. He had no claim to her whatsoever, but for some reason, all she was doing was sitting in front of him and he wanted to spend his money on her, buy her things that would impress her, things no one else in her world could afford.

“Can I though?” she asked then, cutting sharply into his fantasy of her wearing absolutely nothing but diamonds and fur. Fuck, why was she so distracting? “I think you're lying. I murdered someone in cold blood.” She said as though he'd forgotten and he just glanced up at her, unimpressed. She was cold and bad, that was certain, she had no remorse for what she'd done and it was off putting for sure, but wasn't afraid or impressed by her. He golfed every Wednesday with men more frightening than she could ever even hope to be. “You don’t just put that kind of thing behind you.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders, and he just shrugged with her like he didn't care.

She met his eyes for a moment and he had to really fight to keep himself under control. Her eyes were intense and hot. “You got more to drink?” She rather bluntly, no hint of class to her tone or demand whatsoever as her fur fell down to her wrists while she leaned back on them. She almost look like she belonged there. “No ‘How’d prison treat you?’ It was good. I missed you though.” She smirked smoothly and he couldn't help but smirk back, despite himself. The thought of her in prison, surrounded by only women, thinking of, and missing him was oddly appealing, even though he knew she was being mostly sarcastic.

Sebastian slid his chair back a little, moving calmly, like he wasn't thinking about undressing her as he pulled his desk drawer open. He pulled out a file filled with papers he needed her to sign and grabbed a pen as he stood. He dropped the file in her lap, followed by the pen. "Sign." He demanded simply as he reached across her to grab his empty glass and walk across the room to his liquor cabinet. He kept several bottles of grossly expensive liquors in there to sip on when he had time, as well as to impress business associates, politicians, and clients.

He pulled out a second glass and poured himself more scotch, reaching for a glass of wine that was no-doubt more expensive then her boyfriend's car. He popped the cork and poured her a glass before walking back across the room towards her and taking the hand that didn't have the pen in it, placing the glass in her hand. "One drink while you sign." He told her as he sat back in his seat and leaned back, eyes on her over the rim of his glass as he sipped his scotch.

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Andie wanted to fuck Sebastian, she’d wanted to since the first time she’d seen him there was just a dangerous aura that vibrated off of, it was what drew her to him. He was nine years her senior, she knew that he had to be well versed under the sheets and she wanted to know what it was like to fuck a high-class man, who she was sure tasted like power. While in the same breath, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stop at a one-night stand. Him being married and her being barley legal, with the combination of them both being dangerous was just too delicious a combination to stop at one night. Which was why she knew she had to tread lightly on Sebastian’s ice.

She watched as he moved in his chair, he pulled out a file. He stood then as he dropped the file and pen in her lap. She glanced up at him, wanting so badly to be defiant, to push him. She had to wait though, she couldn’t play that game until she knew that player and she was only familiar with his professional persona.

"Sign." he ordered, reaching across her and she bit her lip fighting the urge to reach out and touch him. There was an obvious heat that radiated between them. She glanced over her shoulder watching him for a moment as he poured her a drink.

It was nearly impossible to peel her eyes away from him. He was sexy, everything about him from his tall stature, to his expensive suite, to the way he stood. She turned her eyes back to the paperwork as she skimmed over the paperwork, making sure she wasn’t getting fucked over by the Ramsey brothers. She was carefully, she already hated the fact that the brothers had taken on the case for free, she felt like she owned them her fucking life. She loathed the feeling of owing anyone. It was all simple legal shit, big words that she thankfully understood, despite her lack of education. The way she signed her signature, was much like a celebrity might. Fluid, with her own unique flick of the wrist.

She glanced up from the paperwork when he took her hand. His skin burning into hers, but she didn’t even flinch, even as her body begged for more of his touch. She simply pushed the feeling down. He placed the glace of wine in her hand and she raised a brow. "One drink while you sign." One drink, was enough time for Andie to weasel her way into his thoughts. Even if nothing happened tonight, she’d plant the seed in his subconscious, he’d think about her until he couldn’t handle it anymore. She’d done this a million times with a million different men. This was her in and she was taking it. He sat back down, leaning back in his seat.

She took a drink from her glass, letting her eyes meet his over the rim of her own glass. The way he looked at her, forced her to fight back a shiver. She wasn’t scared of any man, how could she be? She’d been tormented by a handful of them. Then she’d turned right around and used her body to get what she wanted from them. She knew how to work men over and there was nothing they could do that would scare her. However, something about Sebastian defiantly put her on edge. Something about him exercised her nearly nonexistent conscience, the voice inside her told her that getting involved with him would be deadly, yet she had never listened to that voice.

She placed the file in her lap, her glass of wine in her free hand as she signed the final line on the last piece of paper and although it was simply legal paperwork, something about it felt like she had just signed the deed to her soul over to the Ramsey brothers. She picked up the file and set it down next to her on the desk. She downed the rest of the wine in the glass before setting the glass on top the file of her paperwork and hopping off the desk.

“We’re done here then?” She asked, desperately hoping he find a reason for her to stay, but in an effort to seem anything but desperate she didn’t wait for his answer as she headed towards the door, grabbing the bottle of wine as she passed the liquor cabinet figuring maybe that was a good enough reason for him to stop her, which was what she wanted.




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Orson had to keep his work life and his predatory life separate at all costs. He knew the second he merged the two, he’d be on a slow decline of loosing control of his disturbing habits. Leona was one of his clients, which regrettably meant she couldn’t double as one of his victims no matter how badly he wanted to see her face distorted with pain. The thought excited him and he had to fight the urge to smirk. He watched a smirk stretch across her lips, he didn’t miss the way she undressed him shamelessly with her eyes. He didn’t so much as twitch at this sight. He was used to women undressing him with their eyes. He was used to this kind of attention.

His jaw clenched so tightly a pain shot through his face, when she shrugged off her fur jacket, like she was purposely trying to piss him off. An illusion of blood coating her body, flashed for a second in front of him. He had to force himself to look away from her. He was grateful when she’d started to sign the papers, the quicker she signed them the sooner he could kick his desire for her. There was just something about Leona that made him want to love fuck her and cause her physical pain at the same time. She was a contradiction to Orson and maybe that’s why he fought so hard to keep his composure around her. He knew that she’d really fuck him up, worse then his ex, Lauren ever had.

"I wonder what pisses you off more Orson..." she breathed. Orson’s fire blue eyes cut back to her in an instant. She wasn’t looking at him, but she didn’t have to be looking at him to know that his eyes were burning into her, if he could melt skin with his glare, she’d have had no skin left on her bones. His eyes advised her not to continue, she couldn’t see his eyes, so she didn’t seem to care that he was warning her to shut her mouth. "That I'm dressed like a slut? Or the fact that it's turning you on?" She smirked and he was unamused by her comment. A sarcastic, hateful comment danced on his tongue, but she continued to speak before he had the chance to. "If you're offering me something, it might as well be a drink." She shrugged and he remained unwavering. "Or maybe a bump?" She breathed and he was impressed by her observation.

Usually Orson was the most observant individual in the room, yet she’d caught him red handed and he wasn’t going to try and deny it. He wasn’t ashamed of his drug addiction, it practically came along with the lifestyle he lived. Always working, pleasing people, and getting little to no sleep. He wasn’t sure he’ could function without the expensive white powder. He wasn’t going to share his habit with her though, that would be letting her in on a side of him he had no intention of showing her, ever. He pushed his chair back calmly, he stood up towering high above the desk as he crossed the room and picked up one of the decanters, this one looked a lot like vodka, in fact that’s probably what she thought she was getting, but it wasn’t.

He walked back over to her lending in as he placed three fingers on one of his wooden coasters, sliding it across the desk, before setting the glass down on it. “Water.” He said simply, making it clear that he wasn’t playing her game, he wasn’t Andie or Arty giving into her just because she was a tease. He stood up straight once more as he walked back over to sit down behind his desk once more. His eyes watched her for a moment longer, before he spoke once again. “Neither.” He said bluntly, answering her question about what pissed him off more. “If you must know what pisses me off, it’s the fact that I’m unaware of what diseases your carrying underneath that child sized skirt of yours.” He spoke with a calm voice, yet his words were cold and cruel. He lead, forward in his chair placing his hands on the desk, folding his long fingers together. It was a running joke in his family, that Tim Burton’s inspiration came from Orson.

“Sluts don’t turn me on.” He breathed darkly, voice low. “They disgust me.” His words weren’t a total lie. Due to his odd habits, Orson had never fucked a prostitute or a stripper. There was a disconnection for him in the fact that he didn’t know where a prostitutes or strippers body had been. It was easier for him to rationalize picking up a girl who was simply having a fun night at the bar, at least then he didn’t know what he line of work was, he didn’t have to think about all the guys that been inside her before he had. Still, despite this he’d fuck Leo in a heartbeat, given the right situation. However, he needed her to hat him, because he refused to mix business and pleasure.

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Leo continued to sign the papers, glancing up every so often to watch him as he walked over to the decanters and poured a glass of what looked like either vodka or water. She knew she'd irritated him with her words, but he remained shockingly calm and she knew it was going to be hard to get into his head. Hell, she wasn't even sure it was going to be possible. She had to figure out some way to get him wanting her. Even if he didn't fuck her tonight, she had to get him thinking about her so he'd call her back in and fuck her another time. If she went back to Arthur and told him she couldn't do it, he'd be pissed and beat her senseless and she really wanted to avoid that. Besides, she really wanted Orson to fuck her. She'd never fucked someone so powerful, dangerous, and rich.

He walked back across the room towards her and she watched him as he slid a coaster towards her and placed a glass on it in front of her. “Water.” He said simply, and she just rolled her eyes and continued to sign, leaving the water sitting there. She wasn't interested in it in the slightest. He sat back down across from her and she raised a brow at him as he held her eyes. “Neither.” He said then, answering her question and she had to fight the urge to scoff, knowing that was bullshit.

“If you must know what pisses me off, it’s the fact that I’m unaware of what diseases your carrying underneath that child sized skirt of yours.” He said then, words calm, but sharp and cruel and she glanced up at him, her jaw clenching tightly. She wanted to slap him for that. It was impossibly hard not to tell him to shut the fuck up and storm out of his office. She wasn't very good at just letting insults roll off her shoulders.

“Sluts don’t turn me on.” He breathed, tone dark and low and she knew he was about to piss her off further. “They disgust me.” He said matter-of-factly, and now it was her eyes burning holes into him as she let it fall silent for a second. She was torn. On one hand, she wanted to slap him and not let him talk to her that way. At the same time, she knew she was supposed to be seducing him.

After a long moment, she turned her head to the side so she wasn't looking at him, trying to control her temper. "Thank you, for everything you've done for Andie and me." She breathed, words pleasant enough, but there was an underlying tone of anger there as she turned her eyes back to him, practically glaring. She picked up the pages, giving them a tap on the desk to make them nice and neat, like she knew he liked before sliding them back to him.

Leo stood then, taking a small sip of the water. "But honestly," she practically whispered as she leaned forward on his desk with one palm, the water in her other hand. "Go fuck yourself Orson." She spat bitterly, holding his eyes before turning the glass completely upside down, dumping the water right in his lap. With that she turned and grabbed her jacket from her seat, slinging it back over her shoulders and turning, heels clicking on the floor as she made her way briskly towards the door. She'd signed every line in his stack of papers except the last one, knowing it would give him a reason to call her back another day. Hopefully next time, he wouldn't be so fucking impossible.



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Their eyes met over the rim of their glasses and it took everything in him to remain calm. Her eyes were fucking mesmerizing. He wanted to fuck her so god damn bad, but he knew he had to stay far away from her. She was too tempting. He wouldn't be able to fuck her just once and he had a bad feeling she was the kind of woman that would blow up his entire life if he let her in. He couldn't take that risk.

Seb watched her as he sipped his drink and imagined, in his head, all the ways he wanted to fuck her. When she signed the final line, he was almost disappointed. Part of him wanted to ask her to stay, but he had no business left with her, so he knew asking her to stay would lead to other things that just couldn't happen. She set the file down at her side, downing her drink before discarding the glass as well.

“We’re done here then?” She asked, a little bit of hope in her voice that made him raise a brow. Clearly, she wanted to stay just as badly as he wanted her to. Instead of asking, however, he just nodded once and she turned and started to walk off. As she passed his liquor cabinet, she swiped the bottle of wine and his jaw clenched slightly. He wasn't a wine person really and he had more then enough money to go out and buy another bottle, but that bottle cost more then her apartment probably did and it irritated him that she thought she could have it.

"That bottle is more expensive then everything you own." Sebastian said matter-of-factly as she reached the doorway to his office. He was playing with fire, delaying her leaving. He should just let her walk off with the bottle, but he couldn't resist the urge to keep her there, even if it was only for another second as she set the bottle back down. "You can pour yourself one more glass if you want, but you can't have the whole thing." He shrugged simply, leaning back in his seat and downing the rest of his scotch before pulling out an expensive cigar and lighting it casually. He didn't smoke cigars often, but he really loved them, and occasionally swapped the usual cigarettes for a pricey cigar.

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Andie didn’t necessarily like the wine. She was a simple girl, who’d never had expensive liquor to drink. She was perfectly fine with an eight-dollar bottle of wine from the corner store. The wine he’d give her was a little too pretentious for her taste buds, but she’d hoped by taking it, he’d stop her and she could make a scene. She wanted to piss him off, that was just the type of person she was, pissing people off was a habit of hers. A part of her wanted to see if she could break his professional demeanor. There was another part of her that wanted to know why he’d taken her case, it was a burning question she’d had since the day Sebastian and Orson Ramsey walked into the private visitor’s room at the jail where they were keeping her.

There was really just a collection of things that made her want to stay and pick his brain, possibly let it end in him fucking her right there in his office with his secretaries outside the door. She was only slightly frustrated by the fact that some one like Sebastian could make her feel so many things at once. The only other person who’d ever been able to do that to her, was Leona.

She tried to remain collected about the fact that she wanted to ask him a million questions and fuck him at the same time.
"That bottle is more expensive then everything you own." He finally spoke, she paused as she reached the door. She was irritated by the comment, she was well aware his liquor cost more then she’d ever be worth as a human being. She turned on her heel then without another word as she slipped back across the room and set the bottle back down on one of the shelves of the liquor cabinet. "You can pour yourself one more glass if you want, but you can't have the whole thing." He breathed, she glanced at him over her shoulder, through a sea of blue hair, watching him shrug like he was doing her some kind of glorious fucking favor.

She raised a brow as he lit himself a cigar and the smell, was something she hated. Their foster father, the very man Leo had murdered, smoked cigars. She was hyper sensitive to the smell and it caused her jaw to clench as a habitual reaction to the smell. She glanced back to the liquor cabinet pretending to pour herself a glass of wine, like she was going to stick around. However, she had no plans to. She’d learned quick slight of hands, due to her years as a foster child. Sometimes she had to steal to survive. With her back facing him, she simply looked like she was getting herself another glass of wine. Until in one quick motion she turned around and his Scotch was in her hand. Her eyes burned into his as she flipped it over and the expensive liquor started pouring out onto the dark wood flooring, pooling at her feet. The decanter had only been about half full, so it had taken only a short moment for her to empty the glass container. She let it slip from her hand then, knowing the decanter itself had to be expensive. The shattering of the glass echoed loudly through is office.

“This is why we can’t have nice things, darling.” She breathed, her words mocking him and his money. She made her way over to his desk then, the glass crunching under her heels. She grabbed his chair spinning him to face her as she placed her hands on either side of the arms of the chair, boxing him in. She wasn’t the least bit scared of him, she wasn’t even sure why she was so pissed off at him, but damn it, it felt good hating someone. She lend, in so close her lips were almost touching his. It was no longer about getting him to fuck her, it was like she’d completely forgotten Arty’s plan. “Your money doesn’t mean shit to me.” She said bluntly, honesty bleeding from her words. “I get it, you like playing the role of Gatsby,” She breathed, tone threatening as she continued. “but just remember, Jay Gatsby fucked with the wrong girl.” She hissed before pressing her lips to his hard.

The kiss lasted seconds before she pulled away, forcing the buzz his lips gave her away as she moved quick making her way around his desk and back towards the door.




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He could tell that he’d pissed her off by the way that her eyes were burning into him now. He didn’t so much as flinch. There weren’t many things, if any, that got under Orson’s skin quite the way a woman could. Especially, a woman like Leona. He was torn between hating her because of her job and wanting to possess because of the crime she’d committed and her beauty. It had been a constant internal struggle since he’d met her. One he’d only been able to push out of the spotlight of his mind when she’d gone away to prison. She was struggling with how to respond to his callus words, he waited.

"Thank you, for everything you've done for Andie and me." She finally offered and his jaw tensed as his bright blue eyes watched her. He could hear her building angry tone, despite her attempt to hide it. She straightened out the signed papers, before she slid them back across to him. She hadn’t signed a line. He knew this, she wanted a reason to come back. He was grateful in that moment for his ability to catch the smallest of details. He watched her take a sip of her water. "But honestly," her words were quite and he remained sitting, calm and collected as she stood. "Go fuck yourself Orson." She spat.

His jaw clenched even harder, his teeth grinding together. He remained eerily still as she dumped the water in his lap. Rage built in his chest, so intensely he fought off dark thoughts to take her life right there in his office. No one disrespected him and got away with it. He didn’t know who the fuck she thought she was. Her heels clicking against the floor were almost too loud in his ears. He reached under his desk, clicking a button that automatically locked the doors, making it impossible for her to leave. He had this installed when he needed to deal with difficult clients or make private deals. This insured that he was in charge if he could lock someone in. He stood then as she reached the door, unable to leave his office.

He unbuttoned he suite jacket sliding it off and letting it fall into his chair. He opened the top drawer to his desk pulling out an expensive handkerchief, he started to dab his slacks. He acted as though he didn’t lock her in his office, like she wasn’t in the room with him. Finally, he tossed the damp handkerchief onto his desk. His angry eyes glanced up to her.

“You think you’re clever?” He asked, but he didn’t wait for her to answer before he spoke again, his voice reimaging terrifyingly calm, though anger could be heard clear as day in his voice. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing the small pieces that had fallen, back into place. “I said to sign the papers. All of them” he demanded.

He crossed the room towards her. He didn’t touch her, he fought the urge to slap her across the face and push her against the wall at the same time. He hated that he couldn’t punish her the way he desperately wanted to. He didn’t do well with people disrespecting him and his brother, in fact it bothered the hell out of him. She’d done it so blatantly in his office. He placed his hands in his pocket, to keep from grabbing her or hurting her. He looked down at her, his tall frame towered over her tiny frame.

“You like your freedom?” He asked, his voice deadly. “Do you want to stay free?” He threatened. “I don’t think you understand how capable I am of throwing your pretty little ass in prison for life.” He said honestly. “No Oleander. No drugs. No…” He trailed off as his eyes ran over her, hating how incredibly beautiful she was even though she’d clearly been hooking. “Cock.” He smirked wickedly, finishing his thoughts, referring to the fact she’d be fucking women for the rest of her life, he could within seconds have her arrested under made up charges all he had to do was pull one or two strings. “Sign the last line Leona.” He demanded, in a threatening tone.

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Leo moved quickly. On one hand, she had to get out of there before he pissed her off further and she said something incredibly stupid and completely destroyed any chance she had at completing Arthur's plan. On the other, she needed to get away from him because he was a powerful, dangerous man, who's suit she just purposely spilled on. He likely wasn't used to women talking to him that way, or acting like that around him and she knew he was likely to be pissed.

Lola reached the door and gave it a tug, but it wouldn't open and her jaw clenched tightly. She was trapped, he'd locked her in and she had to admit, it made her sort of uneasy. Leona turned and watched him as he slid his suit jacket off and cleaned up the water mess she'd made before turning his eyes on her. He was furious. "You think you’re clever?” He asked, and she just shrugged. He was fuming, but it was clear by his tone, he was trying to control himself. “I said to sign the papers. All of them.” He demanded and she raised a brow. She should have assumed he would catch her, he obviously extremely too detail-oriented.

He crossed the room towards her and Leo couldn't help but take a step back, even though he didn't touch her and there was nowhere to run. As fearless as she was, Orson was somehow intimidating. He was tall, his eyes were dark, and anger practically radiated off him. She could tell he was really fighting himself, but she wasn't sure what it was he was holding back from. Either he was containing the urge to fuck her senseless, or slap the shit out of her, it wasn't clear. Both excited and terrified her though. She could tell he was the kind of man that liked causing pain, and that was good, considering she was the kind of girl who enjoyed enduring pain, to a certain degree. She'd been with her fair share of rough men, but she had a feeling Orson was so much darker. She could see in his eyes, how much he wanted to punish her for disrespecting him and she couldn't help but wonder what exactly he was thinking.

“You like your freedom?” He asked, threat clear in his tone and her jaw clenched so tight, it hurt a little. “Do you want to stay free? I don’t think you understand how capable I am of throwing your pretty little ass in prison for life.” He said and she had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. “No Oleander. No drugs. No…” He trailed off, his eyes drifting over her in a judgemental way that made her self-conscious. “Cock.” He smirked wickedly, and her fist tightened at her side.

She was used to fighting, she'd had to do it a lot in prison and throughout her life. It was beyond tempting to punch him across the face and give him a nice dark black eye. Sure, she'd only get one punch in before he'd be able to overpower and stop her, but it would be so worth it to knock the smug smirk off his face. He was threatening to take Andie away from her, and that made her blood boil. The past three years without Andie had been pure hell, she couldn't do it again. “Sign the last line Leona.” He demanded, tone threatening.

She had made a mistake, letting Andie pick Sebastian. As sexy and enticing as he was, Orson was too fucking impossible. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to seduce him if he was disgusted by her, saw through her games, and talked to her in a way that made her want to hit him. "Hit me." She breathed, a wicked smirk coming to her lips as she brought her eyes to his, holding them. If she wanted to seduce him, she was clearly going to have to get him a little angry. Violence and sex were one in the same to him, she knew that because his body was tense, like he wanted to attack her, but his eyes were smoldering, like he wanted to kiss her.

"Come on," she practically purred as she gave him a hard shove in the chest, causing him to take a step backwards, knowing she was bound to pisss him off even more. "You want to teach me some fucking manners don't you?" She asked, raising a brow as she stepped in close to him, so her body was centimeters from him. There was an intoxicating, heavy heat between them that surprised her. She'd only felt that pull for Andie. It almost made her stop, sign his paper, and leave like he wanted, because she knew that feeling and it was addicting. She wasn't sure she wanted to feel that heat with anyone but Andie.

Leona placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned up on her toes, pressing her lips near his ear, letting her teeth nip lightly on his earlobe. "You don't scare me." She whispered in his ear with a wicked smirk, knowing that comment was likely to piss him off. He was used to people cowering in fear or admiring with awe, especially women. She could bet he probably couldn't even remember the last time a woman had disrespected or defied him. Lola gave him another hard shove with a laugh, like she didn't care in the least that he'd just threatened to put her back in prison. He wouldn't. Not after taking on her case for free and working so hard to win her freedom. It wouldn't look good for him if she was thrown right back in anyway.

She walked past him then and over to his desk. She bent over it a little as she flipped to the last page in the stack, causing her skirt to lift ever so slightly. Not enough for him to see everything, but enough to get him looking. She took her time signing, knowing she was being a brat on purpose, but not caring. He was too tightly wound for her to get to him. She had to get him to lose a little control or he'd never fuck her and she'd have to tell Arty she just couldn't do it.



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Sebastian watched her as she got ready to pour herself another glass of wine. Despite knowing it was a bad idea to have her stay a little longer, he smirked. She was intriguing to say the least, and he didn't want her to leave yet. The longer she stayed, the more tempted he was going to be to break his own rules and fuck her, he knew that, but he was going to let her stay anyway. Even though he knew it shouldn't happen, he was secretly hoping they ended up fucking.

Andie turned back to face him then and his jaw clenched when he realized she had his favorite, expensive scotch in her hand. That bottle had been incredibly hard to come by, even with his money. His jaw actually dropped as he watched her dump it all over the dark wood of the floor. He couldn't believe it, and he wanted to leap out of his seat and strangle her. She dropped the decanter then and the shatter of the glass caused him to drop his cigar. He wouldn't even have been okay with her having a single glass of that shit, let alone spilling the entire thing on the floor like it was nothing.

“This is why we can’t have nice things, darling.” She breathed mockingly and his jaw twitched a little in fury as she crunched across the glass back towards his desk. She grabbed his chair, whirling him to face her and he just remained still as she leaned in on the arms of his chair, her body boxing his in. He was walking a thin line between slapping her and pulling her into his lap. She was fucking sexy as hell, but also infuriating.

He loved the smell of her hair and the intense heat between them as she leaned over him and honestly, he was leaning more towards fucking her then fucking her up. Her lips were so close to his, it was basically torture. “Your money doesn’t mean shit to me.” She said bluntly, making him raise a brow. He didn't meet many women who weren't impressed by his money. “I get it, you like playing the role of Gatsby, but just remember, Jay Gatsby fucked with the wrong girl.” She hissed before pressing her lips to his hard.

The kiss was fucking incredible, like pure fire against his lips. He was about to reach up and grip her hair, but before he'd even come down from the buzz of her lips, she pulled away and was walking back towards the door. He shook his head and sighed. He couldn't go after her, it was a mistake, but her fucking lips had tasted so good. Better then Jillie on their very best night together. Hell, better then any girl he'd ever kissed.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He spat bitterly before he stood and went after her, unable to help himself. She was too fucking intoxicating. He grabbing her elbow and whirled her back to face him. Before she'd even had a second to do anything, his slapped her hard across the face for spilling his scotch before grabbing her jaw so tight he knew it was going to bruise and yanking her face so she was looking him in the eyes. "That scotch you just poured all over the floor isn't cheap princess." He hissed angrily, as he wrapped an arm around her small waist and pulled her body into his. He kissed her hard again on the lips, slipping his tongue past her lips. The kiss was hot and aggressive. "You're going to have to pay for it one way or another." Seb whispered against her lips with a dark smirk on his own.

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The kiss had been incredible, she was trying so hard not to think about it. She was failing miserably. All she could think about was how badly she wanted to taste his lips again and again. It set a fire in her, made her feel alive in a way no kiss ever had. That scared the shit out of her, which was why she was tying to get out of the room as quickly as humanly possible. Sebastian Ramsey was dangerous, because she could tell just by that quick, bitter filled kiss that she’d get addicted. She’d done so good for so long keeping attachment to people at a minimum. There was a part of her that was terrified, if she stuck around, if she kissed Sebastian again, she’d get addicted. His kiss would pierce right through her prescription induced sanity.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he spat and she willed herself to move faster, her heels clicking at a faster pace as she tired to reach the door before he reached her. It was no use. Her jaw clenched as he grabbed her elbow roughly spinning her back to face him.

There was an urgent demand in the way he handled her. One that she wanted more of. There was something about the demanding way he touched her that made her want to give into him, like she’d never given into anyone. Her eyes met his, loving how brilliantly blue they were. His hand whipped across her face in one swift motion, her cheek burned. She could feel the ache spiderweb across her face and she knew it would bruise, but this was nothing compared to some of the abuse she’d endured. Her head snapped to the side and before she could bring her gaze back to his he grabbed hold of her jaw tight enough she knew he was simply marking his territory by bruising her. This was a trick of the control trade for guys like him. She held his eyes, fearlessly as he spoke.

"That scotch you just poured all over the floor isn't cheap princess." He his and her jaw clenched. His arm hooked around her waist pulling her close and she hated how heavy the heat was between them. She wanted to push him away, while in the very same headspace, she wanted him to fuck her senseless. He pressed his lips to hers then, kissing her hard. He slipped his tongue past her lips and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her own lips. He tasted too good, even with the hint of scotch on his breath she couldn’t resist his lips. "You're going to have to pay for it one way or another." He whispered against his lips, the dark smirk on his lips forced her to fight back a shiver.

“Easy baby.” Her tone was enticingly seductive, like if he was patient she would give him her body and more. She slipped her hands between him, gaining enough leverage to shove him back a bit. However, it didn’t do much considering he still had his arm around her waist. She knew she needed to get away from him or she’d regret it. She looked up at him, letting her fingertips trace down his chest. “It’s a bad idea.” she warned, suddenly in her moment of clarity away from his lips. She untangled herself from his arms and took a step back closer to the door. She was still facing him and it was all too clear she didn’t’ want to leave, she just knew they’d be dangerous together and she was already dangerous on her own. Not to mention how complicated things would be.

Her life was already complicated. She was a murder. She had a boyfriend she shared with Leona who might as well be her girlfriend. She sold her body and drugs, not because she wanted or needed to money, but because she like the depravity of it all. Bringing Sebastian, a heavily back political figure into her already deeply tangled life, was asking for trouble. Sebastian would be bad for business, because she had a feeling he wouldn’t want to share even with Leona. It would be different if she didn’t feel such a strong magnet pull to him. If he was any other man, she’d fuck him over in a heartbeat, but she was starting to feel like Arty’s beating would be more tolerable then involving herself with Sebastian.





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Orson stayed with his hands in his pocket and his feet planted firmly on the ground. Touching her could and would be detrimental to his composure, no badly how badly he wanted to know what it was like to taste her dirty lips. The thoughts of what he would do to her was almost to distracting for him to concentrate. It didn’t help that the heat that separated them, it was blazing, radiating heavily between them. He found it hard to control himself around her, he knew she was dangerous in that way. Typically, he prided himself on control. There was just something about Leona though, that made him want to throw his inhibitions to the side and the side and show her just how dark her really was. He was sure that was why he found her so irresistible, because he could see and feel the darkness that moved like a living thing just under her skin, much like his own.

"Hit me." She breathed and his eyebrow twitched tempted to take her up on her offer. He wasn’t intoxicated enough to break his rules though. He just kept his eyes trained on her wicked smirk, before they moved across the features of her face to meet her eyes once more. He wanted to strangle her while at the same time he wanted to feel her skin against his in the worst way. “Come on," she purred, too sweetly. She gave him a hard shove and her quick touch burned straight through his clothes and into his skin. He took a step backwards, his jaw clenched, trying his hardest to remain as professional as possible. "You want to teach me some fucking manners don't you?" She asked, he didn’t react even as she took a step closer to him.
His heart thudded heavily in his chest as she placed a hand on his shoulder and lend up on her toes. He’d never met a girl that made him so fucking high with just her proximity to him. Then again, he had a feeling as to why she was so different to him. As tough as she was, he still felt this controlling need to save her filthy soul. Jun did nothing for him. Most women were a fleeting obsession to him. Leona though, she would be a lover that he could pity, he could feel like he was saving her from everything and everyone. When really he was just dragging her down to his hellish world.

Her lips grazed his ear as they parted nibbling on his ear lightly. He bit back a groan, hating how uncomfortably tight his slacks had suddenly become. Still he kept his hands in his pockets and his composure unwavering. If there was anything he could do well, it was keep his composure, even when someone like Leona threatened to weaken it.

"You don't scare me." She whispered and her could hear the smirk in her lips. Of course, he didn’t scare her. She hadn’t seen the darkest parts of him that caused even the most promiscuous of bar hopping, one-night stand indulging girls to beg at his feet in fear. She had absolutely no idea who she was teasing and what Orson Ramsey was capable of. He wanted to show her, but he knew he couldn’t do it here. He needed to be patient. He needed to play his card right. He’d have her eventually he’d already decided that.

She pulled away shoving him once more and it was becoming increasingly hard to let her get away with disrespecting him and her dark laugh was the straw that broke the camels back. She walked past him then, heading over to the desk and he didn’t move at first. When he finally turned to face her, she was bent over the desk, her ass peeking out from underneath her skirt. He licked his lips, the coke in his veins his dark driving force like it often was. He watched her sign her name with slow purposeful precision.
He walked slowly across the room. He looked less like a human being and more like a lurking shadow as he came up behind her. He walked up behind her, he placed two fingers lightly on her lower back as he slowly traced it up her spine, like he was finally giving into his urges. When he reached her neck, his index finger traced the steam of her black rose for only a moment, before heh wrapped his hand tightly around the back of her thin neck, making hit clear that he didn’t actually intend on fucking her. His grip was so tight it was bound to leave a bruise in the shape of his hand. His long arm came up, with one violent swipe of his hand he knocked the papers to the ground. He used his grip on her neck to slam her head against the hard-cherry wood desk.

He’d slammed her head hard, not enough however to knock her out, but to shock and stun her. To scare her. His grip on the back of her neck didn’t let up, he used it to pull her up right and toss her with a terrifying force to the ground. Her body making a loud smack on the expensive wood floor. He walked over to her his shadow looming over her as he looked down at her, his eyes boar into her with an uncomfortable intensity. A wicked, bone-chilling grin unlike the one from before came to his lips. One that proved there was a haunting side of him that laid just under the surface.

“Your helpless.” He said honestly as he knelt down in front of her. His body language made it clear that he wasn’t going to further hurt her or touch her, that his display had been a mere play on power. Proving to her that in a matter of seconds he could turn on her. “You’re the weak one.” He breathed darkly. “That’s why Andie had to finish the job.” His words were cold, meant to break her down. “You may be able to fool lustful men, but you don’t full me darling.” He said honestly. “If you’d stop trying so hard, I’d give you what you want.” He said as if it was that simple.

He stood up then straightening out his dress shirt and pushing back the hair that had fallen in his face. He made his way over to his liquor cabinet and pulled out his expensive tequila. He poured a glass for her and for himself. He walked back over to where she still was on the floor, kneeling down to her level once more as he handed her the glass. He stood back up making his way over to his desk and leaning against it. He took a long drink from his glass watching her over the rim of it.

“You can’t go around disrespecting me, then expect me to want to fuck you.” He breathed honestly. “I don’t work like that.” He shrugged, his body still tense, but his words a little more relaxed. “I’m not interested in spoiled, bad girls, who think they can work me over.” He said like he’d already figured out her game. “You won’t last long.” His words were brutally honest. He’d send her on her way or he’d kill her if she pushed him too far. “What is it that you want from me Leona? Why didn’t you sign the last page?” he finally asked, it was as if she gave him the answer he was looking for he’d cut a deal with her.


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The kiss had been incredible, she was trying so hard not to think about it. She was failing miserably. All she could think about was how badly she wanted to taste his lips again and again. It set a fire in her, made her feel alive in a way no kiss ever had. That scared the shit out of her, which was why she was tying to get out of the room as quickly as humanly possible. Sebastian Ramsey was dangerous, because she could tell just by that quick, bitter filled kiss that she’d get addicted. She’d done so good for so long keeping attachment to people at a minimum. There was a part of her that was terrified, if she stuck around, if she kissed Sebastian again, she’d get addicted. His kiss would pierce right through her prescription induced sanity.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he spat and she willed herself to move faster, her heels clicking at a faster pace as she tired to reach the door before he reached her. It was no use. Her jaw clenched as he grabbed her elbow roughly spinning her back to face him.

There was an urgent demand in the way he handled her. One that she wanted more of. There was something about the demanding way he touched her that made her want to give into him, like she’d never given into anyone. Her eyes met his, loving how brilliantly blue they were. His hand whipped across her face in one swift motion, her cheek burned. She could feel the ache spiderweb across her face and she knew it would bruise, but this was nothing compared to some of the abuse she’d endured. Her head snapped to the side and before she could bring her gaze back to his he grabbed hold of her jaw tight enough she knew he was simply marking his territory by bruising her. This was a trick of the control trade for guys like him. She held his eyes, fearlessly as he spoke.

"That scotch you just poured all over the floor isn't cheap princess." He his and her jaw clenched. His arm hooked around her waist pulling her close and she hated how heavy the heat was between them. She wanted to push him away, while in the very same headspace, she wanted him to fuck her senseless. He pressed his lips to hers then, kissing her hard. He slipped his tongue past her lips and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her own lips. He tasted too good, even with the hint of scotch on his breath she couldn’t resist his lips. "You're going to have to pay for it one way or another." He whispered against his lips, the dark smirk on his lips forced her to fight back a shiver.

“Easy baby.” Her tone was enticingly seductive, like if he was patient she would give him her body and more. She slipped her hands between him, gaining enough leverage to shove him back a bit. However, it didn’t do much considering he still had his arm around her waist. She knew she needed to get away from him or she’d regret it. She looked up at him, letting her fingertips trace down his chest. “It’s a bad idea.” she warned, suddenly in her moment of clarity away from his lips. She untangled herself from his arms and took a step back closer to the door. She was still facing him and it was all too clear she didn’t’ want to leave, she just knew they’d be dangerous together and she was already dangerous on her own. Not to mention how complicated things would be.

Her life was already complicated. She was a murder. She had a boyfriend she shared with Leona who might as well be her girlfriend. She sold her body and drugs, not because she wanted or needed to money, but because she like the depravity of it all. Bringing Sebastian, a heavily back political figure into her already deeply tangled life, was asking for trouble. Sebastian would be bad for business, because she had a feeling he wouldn’t want to share even with Leona. It would be different if she didn’t feel such a strong magnet pull to him. If he was any other man, she’d fuck him over in a heartbeat, but she was starting to feel like Arty’s beating would be more tolerable then involving herself with Sebastian.





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Orson stayed with his hands in his pocket and his feet planted firmly on the ground. Touching her could and would be detrimental to his composure, no badly how badly he wanted to know what it was like to taste her dirty lips. The thoughts of what he would do to her was almost to distracting for him to concentrate. It didn’t help that the heat that separated them, it was blazing, radiating heavily between them. He found it hard to control himself around her, he knew she was dangerous in that way. Typically, he prided himself on control. There was just something about Leona though, that made him want to throw his inhibitions to the side and the side and show her just how dark her really was. He was sure that was why he found her so irresistible, because he could see and feel the darkness that moved like a living thing just under her skin, much like his own.

"Hit me." She breathed and his eyebrow twitched tempted to take her up on her offer. He wasn’t intoxicated enough to break his rules though. He just kept his eyes trained on her wicked smirk, before they moved across the features of her face to meet her eyes once more. He wanted to strangle her while at the same time he wanted to feel her skin against his in the worst way. “Come on," she purred, too sweetly. She gave him a hard shove and her quick touch burned straight through his clothes and into his skin. He took a step backwards, his jaw clenched, trying his hardest to remain as professional as possible. "You want to teach me some fucking manners don't you?" She asked, he didn’t react even as she took a step closer to him.

His heart thudded heavily in his chest as she placed a hand on his shoulder and lend up on her toes. He’d never met a girl that made him so fucking high with just her proximity to him. Then again, he had a feeling as to why she was so different to him. As tough as she was, he still felt this controlling need to save her filthy soul. Jun did nothing for him. Most women were a fleeting obsession to him. Leona though, she would be a lover that he could pity, he could feel like he was saving her from everything and everyone. When really he was just dragging her down to his hellish world.

Her lips grazed his ear as they parted nibbling on his ear lightly. He bit back a groan, hating how uncomfortably tight his slacks had suddenly become. Still he kept his hands in his pockets and his composure unwavering. If there was anything he could do well, it was keep his composure, even when someone like Leona threatened to weaken it.

"You don't scare me." She whispered and her could hear the smirk in her lips. Of course, he didn’t scare her. She hadn’t seen the darkest parts of him that caused even the most promiscuous of bar hopping, one-night stand indulging girls to beg at his feet in fear. She had absolutely no idea who she was teasing and what Orson Ramsey was capable of. He wanted to show her, but he knew he couldn’t do it here. He needed to be patient. He needed to play his card right. He’d have her eventually he’d already decided that.

She pulled away shoving him once more and it was becoming increasingly hard to let her get away with disrespecting him and her dark laugh was the straw that broke the camels back. She walked past him then, heading over to the desk and he didn’t move at first. When he finally turned to face her, she was bent over the desk, her ass peeking out from underneath her skirt. He licked his lips, the coke in his veins his dark driving force like it often was. He watched her sign her name with slow purposeful precision.
He walked slowly across the room. He looked less like a human being and more like a lurking shadow as he came up behind her.

He walked up behind her, he placed two fingers lightly on her lower back as he slowly traced it up her spine, like he was finally giving into his urges. When he reached her neck, his index finger traced the steam of her black rose for only a moment, before heh wrapped his hand tightly around the back of her thin neck, making hit clear that he didn’t actually intend on fucking her. His grip was so tight it was bound to leave a bruise in the shape of his hand. His long arm came up, with one violent swipe of his hand he knocked the papers to the ground. He used his grip on her neck to slam her head against the hard-cherry wood desk.

He’d slammed her head hard, not enough however to knock her out, but to shock and stun her. To scare her. His grip on the back of her neck didn’t let up, he used it to pull her up right and toss her with a terrifying force to the ground. Her body making a loud smack on the expensive wood floor. He walked over to her his shadow looming over her as he looked down at her, his eyes boar into her with an uncomfortable intensity. A wicked, bone-chilling grin unlike the one from before came to his lips. One that proved there was a haunting side of him that laid just under the surface.

“Your helpless.” He said honestly as he knelt down in front of her. His body language made it clear that he wasn’t going to further hurt her or touch her, that his display had been a mere play on power. Proving to her that in a matter of seconds he could turn on her. “You’re the weak one.” He breathed darkly. “That’s why Andie had to finish the job.” His words were cold, meant to break her down. “You may be able to fool lustful men, but you don’t full me darling.” He said honestly. “If you’d stop trying so hard, I’d give you what you want.” He said as if it was that simple.

He stood up then straightening out his dress shirt and pushing back the hair that had fallen in his face. He made his way over to his liquor cabinet and pulled out his expensive tequila. He poured a glass for her and for himself. He walked back over to where she still was on the floor, kneeling down to her level once more as he handed her the glass. He stood back up making his way over to his desk and leaning against it. He took a long drink from his glass watching her over the rim of it.

“You can’t go around disrespecting me, then expect me to want to fuck you.” He breathed honestly. “I don’t work like that.” He shrugged, his body still tense, but his words a little more relaxed. “I’m not interested in spoiled, bad girls, who think they can work me over.” He said like he’d already figured out her game. “You won’t last long.” His words were brutally honest. He’d send her on her way or he’d kill her if she pushed him too far. “What is it that you want from me Leona? Why didn’t you sign the last page?” he finally asked, it was as if she gave him the answer he was looking for he’d cut a deal with her.


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Lola smirked when she heard his footsteps approaching behind her. He stood close behind her and it took everything she had to stay still when he placed two fingers against her bare lower back. His touch was like pure electricity and she bit her lip so hard, she could taste blood when his fingers ran lightly along her spine. She actually got goosebumps when his finger lightly traced the tattoo at the base of her neck and she closed her eyes and took a deep, shuddering sigh, wanting so badly for him to fuck her. She needed to feel his skin on hers, his hands all over her body.

His touch went from gentle to rough then as he wrapped his hand tightly around the back of her neck. She knew it would bruise, but she didn't even flinch, despite the pain. For the most part, some minor pain didn't phase her in the least. In fact, as fucked up as it was, she enjoyed enduring a little pain. Leo just smirked wickedly against the desk when he swiped the papers aside before slamming her face down against the hard wood.

His grip was so tight it was bound to leave a bruise in the shape of his hand. His long arm came up, with one violent swipe of his hand he knocked the papers to the ground. He used his grip on her neck to slam her head against the hard-cherry wood desk. She let out a low grown, the pain intense, but her heart racing with excitement, even as he yanked her backwards so hard, she stumbled back and fell to the floor. A little blood started to drip from her nose, and Leo looked up at Orson as he made his way over to her, towering over her as she sat at his feet. His eyes were so intense, and his smirk was so dark, she couldn't help but be a little afraid of him, even if she wouldn't admit it.

“You're helpless.” He said, kneeling down in front of her and her jaw clenched tightly. “You’re the weak one. That’s why Andie had to finish the job.” He said cruelly and Leo looked away from him at that comment, her jaw clenching so tight it actually hurt. She hated that he was right. No matter how tough she played it, Adie would always be the stronger one. Without Andie in her life, she'd honestly be lost, helpless. Just like he said. “You may be able to fool lustful men, but you don’t fool me darling.”[b] He said honestly and she just kept her eyes on the floor. [b]“If you’d stop trying so hard, I’d give you what you want.” He said like it was as simple as that and her eyes went back to his then. Fuck his glare was so intense.

Leo watched him as he stood then and pushed his hair back into place. He was so fucking sexy, but also infuriating at the same time. She just kept her eyes on him, wondering what his end game was as he walked over to the liquor cabinet. Leo couldn't help but smirk when he poured two glasses of tequila. It was her drink of choice and his shit was expensive. He knelt down in front of her to hand it to her before going back to lean against the front of his desk, watching her with dark, almost predatory eyes.

Leona took a sip from the glass before standing, wiping the blood from her nose with her hand and watching him, as she drank. “You can’t go around disrespecting me, then expect me to want to fuck you. I don’t work like that.” He breathed honestly and she just shrugged with a smirk. “I’m not interested in spoiled, bad girls, who think they can work me over." He said like he already knew her inside and out and she just rolled her eyes. “You won’t last long.” He said honestly, making her eyes shoot back to his, knowing that was a threat and it honestly scared her a little. If she fucked with him too much, he would definitely kill her, and he'd get away with it too. “What is it that you want from me Leona? Why didn’t you sign the last page?” he finally asked bluntly then and she raised a brow.

Leon smirked before downing the rest of her tequila. She walked over to him slowly until she was a mere inch from him, the head between them, a raging inferno as she reached behind him to place her empty glass on his desk. Her lips hovered so close to his, it was incredibly hard not to kiss him. She wanted to taste him so bad She placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned up on her toes so her body was almost pressed against his. "Your cock." She whispered the words against his lips softly, hungrily, with a smirk, answering his question. She slid her hand down between them, across his chest until it was between his legs and she started to rub him slowly over his pants.

"I've never fucked someone so rich and powerful, I'm curious. I left the last line blank because I wanted a reason to see you again." She whispered as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him. She dropped her hands into her lap and tilted her head back so she was looking up at him from her place at his feet. She wanted nothing more then to undo his belt and blow him better then any girl ever had, but she knew he was a control freak and he'd never give her what she wanted if she tried to take control. "I can take whatever you've got to give." She said with a smirk, letting him know that she, like him, enjoyed things pretty dark and even a little painful. "Your princess, your lover, your slave. Just tell me the rules, I'll be whatever you want." Lola whispered as she held his eyes. If he rejected her this time, she wasn't sure her pride would allow her to try again. She was literally sitting at his feet telling him she'd do anything for him to fuck her.



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“Easy baby.” Andie breathed, her seductive tone driving him crazy. He wanted nothing more then to through her down on his desk and fuck her harder then anyone ever had. Her words, however, urged him to be patient and he groaned as she slipped her hands between them and pushed him back enough to pull their lips apart. Patience wasn't exactly his strong suit. Sure, he could keep himself composed and liked to tease women to the brink of torture, but he'd been fantasizing about Andie for years now, ever since he first took on her case and he just wanted to get to it. He wanted to finally do all the things he'd been thinking about doing to her.

Her fingertips trailed down his chest in a way that lit his entire body on fire as she looked up at him. “It’s a bad idea.” She said, tone warning him and he smirked. He knew full well it was a bad idea. Hell, the only reason he hadn't fucked her yet was because it was a bad idea. However, his willpower was stretched so fucking thin at the moment, and he wanted her so bad. She was too intoxicating, especially now that he'd kissed her and no longer had to simply wonder what her lips tasted like. He wanted to make her moan and scream his name, wanted to get her squirming and begging for more. He wasn't exactly thinking about all the reasons he shouldn't.

It was clear, even as she stepped away from him, that she didn't really want to leave. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He wanted to pull her back to him and tell her it didn't matter, but at the same time, he wanted her just as hungry for him as he was for her. "Then leave." He said simply as he walked back over to his liquor cabinet. He wasn't too concerned. He knew she wasn't leaving. She was flushed from the kiss and he'd heard her let out a moan, she wanted him too and she was nervous, because, like she said, it wasn't a good idea, but she wasn't going anywhere.

He reached into he cabinet, passed the various bottles and decanters to a silver box. He pulled it out and walked back over to his desk with it. "Or you can stay..." he offered with a teasing smirk as he pulled out a small bag of coke that was likely the purest, most expensive cut of the drug she'd ever seen in her life. He dumped it out on his desk before pulling out his credit card and starting to cut several thick lines of the substance. Doing coke wasn't a good idea, but then again, neither was fucking her.

He needed to tell her to leave and actually mean it, but he couldn't. He didn't care that his father would kill him if he found out he'd gotten involved with someone like her; he didn't care that he was married, and he definitely didn't care that she was only nineteen. Now that he'd tasted her lips, it was over. He had to have her, even if he knew he was going to get addicted and she would likely eventually ruin his whole life. He wasn't thinking about the future right now, just wondering what her touch felt like.

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Andie was only nineteen, despite her hard life. She was still young, she knew this. She knew that aside from her fucked up headspace, aside from her terrible past, she’d still cling to him. He was the father figure she’d never had, while at the same time the man that could show her things under the sheets that went far beyond her maturity. It was a had temptation to maneuver around. She wanted the power Sebastian had. She wanted his touch. She wanted him. She just didn’t know what the cost would be and that was what scared her the most. In the end she’d likely lose everything and get herself killed, yet it still seemed worth it. She wanted the bad, the ugly and everything in between.

She swallowed fighting the urge to pull his body close as he ran his fingers through his hair, worried she’d lost her opportunity. "Then leave." He said simply. Like he didn’t care whether she stayed or left. That honestly hurt a little and pulled her insecurities to the surface, forcing her to push them back down. She was terrible at rejection any kind and his words had been as good as that, even though she’d been the one to push him away.

She stayed where she was as she watched him move back across the room to the liquor cabinet. He opened it up, pulling a silver box from with the cabinet and her skin crawled instantly. She knew what boxes like that were for and she was hopelessly addicted to the drug she was sure was in that box. It didn’t help that she knew he’d have the best of the best, because he wouldn’t settle for less. He had her. There was no way she’d leave, she was weak to those little white lines.

"Or you can stay..." he breathed and she bit the corner of her lower lip. She was trying to find any excuse to leave, but she knew her addiction wouldn’t let her. This would be the beginning of the end of a relationship with Sebastian Ramsey, one that was sure to be as passionate as it was volatile.

She watched him from across the room as he cut lines of coke. She let out a sigh as she started towards him. There was no use in denying Sebastian. If she was being honest with herself, she had fantasized about him a number of times while she’d been locked away. In a matter of seconds as if someone had flipped a switch in her, she’d accepted that she was about to become horribly dependent on the man that stood before her, feeding her drug habit. It excited her and she could already feel herself getting turned on and he hadn’t touched her yet. Her body ached for him to kiss her again and she hated that she’d have to play it cool, to keep from looking utterly desperate for him.

When she stopped in front of him, she grabbed his arm gently turning him to face her. Andie grabbed his tie wrapping it around her hand and using her grip on his to pull his lips back to hers. This time she kissed him deeply, slowly, and intently. She kissed him like they were the only two people in the world, like he was the only thing she wanted and needed. It was a kiss that damned most of her clients and kept them coming back, it was the very kiss that had hooked Leona and Arty. Kissing him was all consuming, while she faked the damning kiss with nearly everyone aside from Leona, she couldn’t even pretend to fake it with Sebastian. When she was kissing him it was all consuming, incomparable to anyone else she’d ever fucked, despite it being simply a kiss.

She pulled away, untangling her hand from his tie and dropping it back to her side. She let her fur coat slide off her shoulders, down her arms, and onto the floor. “If you’re going to fuck up my life, make it count.” She breathed, letting him know she was fully away that they’d fall apart it was just a matter of when, but that she was okay with it. “I don’t go down easy.” She warned. She moved her long blue hair to one side, turned to face the lines of coke, lend in and did a couple of them like she’d been doing it her whole life.




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If he could get Leona to agree to leave her life of prostitution and only be his, he’d be inclined to keep her around for longer then he usually kept girls around. He wanted to see how far he could push someone who’d already been pushed to their lips like Leon had. Orson had a fetish with picking brains and seeing how much he could get away with. He didn’t think it would be so easy though, Leona was used to one way of life, he wasn’t so sure she’d be keen on the idea of simply getting to be his pet. He got to do what he wanted, while she could only do what he approved. Which was why he was careful to keep himself from getting too involve with her. It was one of the main reasons why he avoided her lips.

He watched her smirk as she got up, downing her tequila and he knew in that moment he should make her leave. He was already far past that point. He’d already locked her in the room and now she had no choice but to stay until he let her out and if he was being honest, he wasn’t planning on letting her out anytime soon. He was like a cat, who’d trapped a mouse. The heat between them became intense once more as she moved close to him, her body almost leaning into his. He had to fight the urge not to pull he closer as he simply took another drink from his glace as if she wasn’t leaning up on her toes. He downed the rest of his drink then, before setting the glass aside.

"Your cock." She whispered making it pointedly clear what she wanted, causing his body to tense instantly, his jaw clenching. Their was a hungry urgency to her voice that made it nearly impossible not to bend her over his desk and make her his. She slid her hand between his legs with a smirk, rubbing his and he couldn’t help himself from letting out a low groan. Her touch was pure heroine. "I've never fucked someone so rich and powerful, I'm curious. I left the last line blank because I wanted a reason to see you again." she breathed, voice quite not bothering to hide her motives. He was relieved when she dropped to her knees, a second longer he’d have given in to his dark urges and more then than taken advantage of her body.

She looked up at him and his intense eyes moved to meet hers. She was making it clear that she was handing him the control and that was all she had to do to hook him. Had she started off submitting to him, he’d probably have already fucked her more then once. He grabbed the half smoked cigarette in the ashtray on his desk relighting it as he took a long drag, his eyes still on her as she spoke.

"I can take whatever you've got to give." she breathed and he scoffed lightly, doubting that. He took another drag off her cigarette continuing to listen. "Your princess, your lover, your slave. Just tell me the rules, I'll be whatever you want." she whispered, her tone of voice driving him wild, but he held himself together by a single unraveling thread. He let silence fall between them for a long moment as he smoked his cigarette, not bothering to offer her one or his own, almost as if testing her ability to withhold from something he knew she liked. When he finished the cigarette, he stomped it out in the crystal ashtray, blowing out a final breath of smoke. He turned his eyes back to her crossing his arms in front of him.

“As much as I’d love for you to be all of those things. I’m not sure you’re as willing as you believe you are.” he breathed like he knew something about her, that she didn’t know about herself. “My rules would be far to restricting for your liking.” He breathed honestly. “I don’t play well with others. You’d have to give up your dirty little day job.” He stated firstly. “That means your pimp Arthur and your little girl crush too.” He said and this was just the begin, he wasn’t entirely sure she’d go for that. “And, the sex isn’t fun for me, unless you bleed.” He added darkly, his tone dead serious. “We’d have a contract, because I have to cover my ass.” He mused, more as though he was reminding himself.

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Leo watched him with hungry eyes as he smoked a cigarette slowly and silence fell between them. She had to resist the urge to fidget or chew her lip, because she was honestly impatient. The heat between them was intense and the sexual tension between them just kept getting worse the longer she was in the same room as him. She'd never felt so incredibly drawn to anyone but Andie. She was already addicted and she hadn't even kissed him yet, she just couldn't get enough of the heat between them, or the way his eyes on her made her feel.

“As much as I’d love for you to be all of those things. I’m not sure you’re as willing as you believe you are.” He breathed, crossing his arms in front of himself, and she raised a brow at that. “My rules would be far to restricting for your liking.” He breathed and she wanted to prove otherwise, but she just stayed still and quiet, letting him continue. “I don’t play well with others. You’d have to give up your dirty little day job.” He stated firstly and she bit her lip. Arthur wouldn't really like that, but he might go for it, considering the possible pay out they stood to gain from Orson.

“That means your pimp Arthur and your little girl crush too.” He said then and she broke eye contact for the first time, dropping her eyes to the floor. She wasn't sure she'd be able to give up Andie. She would have to try and control herself, but if there was any rule she was most likely to break, it was that one. “And, the sex isn’t fun for me, unless you bleed.” He added seriously and her eyes went back to his. Now, she was a little nervous, but at the same time, her heart was beating rapidly in her chest from excitement. “We’d have a contract, because I have to cover my ass.” He told her and she raised a brow.

Leo felt like she was on her knees, selling her soul to the devil in a designer suit. She chewed on the inside of her lip nervously for a second as it felt silent again and she considered her options. She knew this was her chance to back away and something was telling her she probably should. He was dangerous, and dark, and powerful. If he wanted to make her disappear once he was done playing with her, he could in a heartbeat, and she would probably frustrate him a lot because she wasn't good at following rules. Not to mention, he was extremely intoxicating. She was running the risk of getting hopelessly addicted to him, the way she was with Andie and, eventually, she wouldn't be able to live without him.

Finally, her eyes went back to his and her heart was pounding hard. She should get up off her knees and tell him he was right, she couldn't handle him, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. "I'm not going to be easy to train," Lola breathed, warning him, letting him know she liked to push people's buttons a little too much for her own good. "but I'll be a good pet." She practically purred. She reached up and took hold of his tie, pulling him down to her as she raised herself up higher on her knees. Her lips were close to his and she let them hover there for a moment before she finally kissed him.

His lips were fucking amazing, she never wanted the kiss to end. Leona let out a deep, but soft moan before she released his tie and forced herself to pull away. She stood then and picked up a pen, from his desk behind him holding it up between them as she smirked at him. "Where do I sign, Mr. Ramsey?" She asked, tone seductive, making it clear she was willing to sign whatever contract he wanted her to and literally sign herself over to him.



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Sebastian could tell she was really struggling and part of him hoped, for both of their sakes, she would do the smart thing and leave. They wouldn't be able to fuck just once. He'd want more of her dirty, recklessness and she'd want more of his danger and power. After fucking her, he would go home every night to Jillian and think about Andie, he knew that already and he hadn't even touched her yet.

In the end, Andie didn't seem to be able to resist and walked over towards him. Seb couldn't help but smirk to himself, because honestly, he didn't care if fucking her was about to start an ugly storm. Andie stopped in behind him and he grinned at her when she turned him to face her. Before he could offer her one of the lines he'd cut, she had her hand wrapped up in his tie and used it to pull him forward and kissed him. He tangled his fingers in her hair, kissing her back just as deeply as she kissed him.

It was amazing, unlike ever kiss he'd ever had with anyone. He wanted to kiss her over and over and over again. It was like a deal had been sealed with that kiss. Like they both knew they were about to start something incredibly fucked up and wrong on so many levels, but neither of them gave a shit. With that kiss, it was as good as done. There was no stopping it now and he couldn't help but smirk when she pulled away and slid off her jacket. “If you’re going to fuck up my life, make it count.” She breathed, and he just scoffed. He'd make it count, that much was certain. “I don’t go down easy.” She warned and he shrugged like he wasn't afraid and really, as much as he knew he should be, he wasn't. He was more excited then anything.

Sebastian watched her as she pulled her blue hair to the side and bent over the lines. His eyes roamed along the curves of her body, admiring her for a moment as she did his drugs, line after line. Clearly, she had no intent to stop, she would kill all the lines he'd cut if he let her, but his drugs were stronger then what she was used to so he knew he had to stop her. He took her by the hair and pulled her lips back to his, kissing her with force for a long moment before he released her and bent down to do the rest of the lines.

The drug went to his head instantly, and he knew he'd made a mistake, indulging with her because now it was basically a done deal that they wouldn't stop at once. The drugs were going to intensify things that were already intense as fuck, and she would want more of his powerful shit later when she realized her boyfriend's drugs were crap. When he came back up, Sebastian didn't hesitate. He wrapped his arm around her, scooped her up, and set her on his desk, crashing his lips hard against hers as he stood between her legs.

His hands ran from her knees, up her bare thighs, gripping them so tight it would bruise. "Don't think I've forgotten about that scotch." He breathed against her lips with a wicked smirk as he used his grip on her thighs to yank her roughly closer to him on the desk. "You're still going to have to make up for that, princess." He whispered as his lips started to trail her jaw slowly and one of his hands drifted up the back of her shirt, along her spine to her bra, unclipping the hook.

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She could feel his eyes running along her body like she’d never felt anyone else’s eyes on her. She was used to people looking at her. If it wasn’t for her looks, it was for the way she dressed, or the color of her hair, or because they’d seen her face on the news for months and wonder how someone like her who seemed so well put together and beautiful could murder someone. She was used to people’s eyes lingering on her, but his eyes were intense even when she wasn’t looking into them. She was a second away from her third line when his hand gripped a handful of her bright blue hair, causing her heart to race in her chest and her body to suddenly ache painfully for his lips to press against hers once more.

This time when his lips came back to hers it was like taking the purest drug. The cocaine in her system only making the kiss that much more intense. She didn’t want the kiss to end. The kiss was far to short and she had to fight back a disappointed whine when he pulled away and bent down to do his own set of lines. She waited impatiently for his attention to return to her, it was that moment that she knew she was already addicted. She was already desperately in need of his lips to come back to hers. Being self-aware was probably the worst trait, she possessed, because while she was well aware that while he was doing lines this would be her very last moment to escape what was sure to ruin her further, she could bring herself to walk out of his door no matter how badly she knew she should. The intrigue of being his dirty little secret was more enticing then her inevitable heartbreak.

It felt like ages that she stood there in silence, pining in anticipation for their next touch. He came back up, wrapped his arm around her, and lifted her fluidly onto his desk. His lips hit hers, sparking a million fires in her body at once. A heat spread in her chest, electricity pulsed through her body. Everything about what they were doing was beyond wrong. From him being married to her being his client. There was a long unending list of why his lips against hers and her fingers running along his chest was wrong, but neither of them seemed to care and that was what made the situation that much more enjoyable.

He stood between her legs. His hand moving from her knee to her bare thigh, gripping her skin so tightly she knew he’d leave colored impressions in her skin. He was marking her body as his territory and she loved every second of it. "Don't think I've forgotten about that scotch." He breathed against her lips and she smirked in response. She let out a soft moan as he jerked her roughly, towards the edge of the desk, closer to him. "You're still going to have to make up for that, princess." He whispered as his kisses began to move along her jaw slowly, almost too slowly for her impatient personality.

His hand moved up the back of her shirt, along her spine. She couldn’t fight the way her body shivered at his touch as he unclipped her bra. She moved her fingertips along her chest, teasing his waistline before she undid his belt, followed by his slacks, before playfully shoving him away. She hopped off the desk. She spun them so he was pressed up against his desk and she was in charge of the way their bodies would move, although it wouldn’t take much for him to take the control back. Both her and Leona were small girls, they were easily overpowered, but that didn’t mean by any means they were weak, their crimes were proof of that.

She lend up on her toes, despite her heels she still wasn’t as tall as him. Her lips flirted with his, her hazel eyes looking up into his piercing blue ones. “I’ll make up for old man drink.” She whispered against his lips, a playful grin on her lips. “On one condition, you remember I’m not a princess…” she said taking a step back she pulled her shirt off then tossing it aside and slipping out of her loose bra. Her fingers unbuttoned her shorts, sliding her shorts and panties seductively down her legs. She stood up right again, in front of him with nothing but her thigh high boots on. She held his eyes, a seriousness in them that was almost off putting. “I’m the fucking queen.” She breathed so convincingly it was as though she was royalty.

She made her way towards the floor to ceiling windows then, glancing over her shoulder and gesturing for him to follow her, making it clear she wanted him to fuck her against the wide-open windows. Despite how far up they were it would still give her a dirty rush of adrenaline and that was exactly what she wanted. Sebastian had no idea what he was in for, she was sure he’d fuck a good number of women. However, she wasn’t sure he’d ever fucked a nymphomaniac.




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Orson was a complicated man, with one dark layer after another. Just when you thought you’d peeled back his darkest, demented layer. Another one would be waiting under the surface. First, he was handsome and charming. Then he was dark and brooding. The personalities of Orson Ramsey just become more and more dangerous the deeper you got. Still you’d have no choice but to find appeal in his monstrous tendencies. Even now as he was asking Leo to sell herself to him, to sign away her freedom he was still horrifying in his flawless charm. Some people were trained to be bad or learned to be bad, because of the circumstances they’d grown up in. Orson on the other hand was born bad, born set in his ways.

He gazed at her through forceful sapphire eyes, that seemed to almost make her decision unarguable. It was as though he already knew the words that would fall off her lips next. The confidence and the prestige that radiated off him was all consuming. Her eyes finally came back to his and a dark smirk on his lips. He held her eyes, waiting patiently for her agreement that he knew was inevitable. Orson always got what he wanted, it was this way for the entire Ramsey family. His mother was corrupt in her position in the political eye, yet everyone thought she was a savior of politics. His father was a horrible man, yet people practically bowed at his feet. It was no different for Orson and his brother. They were as bad and corrupt as their parents, if not worse. Yet, they were adored.

"I'm not going to be easy to train," She breathed and he gave a light shrug in response. Training her was the least of his concerns. "but I'll be a good pet." she cooed and he nodded like he honestly believed her, because he knew she’d be a good pet after she saw the man he really was. Orson could more then train her with his wicked ways and his grade A drugs. He gave her a total of a month before she was full blown addicted to him and his drugs. He’d only trained one other person in his life, his ex-Lauren, but they’d kept their weird slave/master relationship strictly confined to the bedroom. This would be different, she’d be his full time. He wasn’t sure she even fully understood what she was getting herself into. If he had it in writing, if he had her signature on a contract and he pulled the right stings, he could honestly own her.

She reached up gripping his tie and pulling him from his thoughts as she pressed her lips against his, this time he let himself enjoy the kiss. It was incredible. It made him feel dangerously alive in a way Lauren’s never had and Jun’s never would. Orson was indifferent to women for the most part, they had always just been bodies for him to experiment with, bruise up, and destroy. Leona was different though, her lips alone made him feel things he’d never felt and he wasn’t sure whether he hated her for that or wanted her that much more for that very reason. He smirked against her lips, controlling himself as she let out a deep moan against his lips. He wanted to pull her close and fuck her mindlessly, make her addicted in a matter of second with his touch alone like he was sure he could. However, he kept his wits about him in an attempt to test himself and keep her begging for more
When she wretched her lips away from his, it was agonizing. He fought the urge to pull her lips back to his. He didn’t though, he seemed completely indifferent to her kiss, despite the way his body buzzed and his heart raced in his chest, yet these were all effect on his body that were invisible to Leo. She stood then and he casually lend back against his desk. She grabbed a pin from his desk and a confident half smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Where do I sign, Mr. Ramsey?" she questioned, tone alluring as she said the words. He’d have to have one of his secretary’s draw up the contract. For now, though, as horrible as it sounded he wanted to test drive her before he agreed to the contract himself. Sure he could cut her off, but a part of him wanted to see if she was worth it, despite knowing just by the kiss alone that she was more then worth it.

“You’ll sign later.” He breathed simply as if she didn’t have a choice, like even though he didn’t’ have a physical contract for her to sign now, his lips against hers would be a verbal agreement until he had her physically sign a piece of paper. He took a step forward grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. He pressed his lips against hers once again, kissing her hard.
He held her in the kiss with his hand on the back of her neck. He waisted no time, he pulled away then spinning her so that he could bend her over the desk. He didn’t want to waste time with foreplay or letting her have control. He knew that if she had a chance to touch him again like she already had that he’d let actual feelings for her take hold and he wasn’t sure that he was ready for that or if he ever would be. He kicked her legs open holding her down against the desk with a hand on her neck roughly. He used his other hand to slip his still unbuttoned slacks off and position himself between her legs. Only he didn’t start fucking her just yet.

“You’ve been a good little girl so far.” He breathed simply, like they he was simply congratulating her for getting out of prison. Not like he was about to fuck his client, who was clearly a messed up young women, that was letting him take advantage of her in his office. He spoke almost eerily calmly. “You want to beg for me?” he asked casually.

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She could feel his eyes running along her body like she’d never felt anyone else’s eyes on her. She was used to people looking at her. If it wasn’t for her looks, it was for the way she dressed, or the color of her hair, or because they’d seen her face on the news for months and wonder how someone like her who seemed so well put together and beautiful could murder someone. She was used to people’s eyes lingering on her, but his eyes were intense even when she wasn’t looking into them. She was a second away from her third line when his hand gripped a handful of her bright blue hair, causing her heart to race in her chest and her body to suddenly ache painfully for his lips to press against hers once more.

This time when his lips came back to hers it was like taking the purest drug. The cocaine in her system only making the kiss that much more intense. She didn’t want the kiss to end. The kiss was far to short and she had to fight back a disappointed whine when he pulled away and bent down to do his own set of lines. She waited impatiently for his attention to return to her, it was that moment that she knew she was already addicted. She was already desperately in need of his lips to come back to hers. Being self-aware was probably the worst trait, she possessed, because while she was well aware that while he was doing lines this would be her very last moment to escape what was sure to ruin her further, she could bring herself to walk out of his door no matter how badly she knew she should. The intrigue of being his dirty little secret was more enticing then her inevitable heartbreak.

It felt like ages that she stood there in silence, pining in anticipation for their next touch. He came back up, wrapped his arm around her, and lifted her fluidly onto his desk. His lips hit hers, sparking a million fires in her body at once. A heat spread in her chest, electricity pulsed through her body. Everything about what they were doing was beyond wrong. From him being married to her being his client. There was a long unending list of why his lips against hers and her fingers running along his chest was wrong, but neither of them seemed to care and that was what made the situation that much more enjoyable.

He stood between her legs. His hand moving from her knee to her bare thigh, gripping her skin so tightly she knew he’d leave colored impressions in her skin. He was marking her body as his territory and she loved every second of it. "Don't think I've forgotten about that scotch." He breathed against her lips and she smirked in response. She let out a soft moan as he jerked her roughly, towards the edge of the desk, closer to him. "You're still going to have to make up for that, princess." He whispered as his kisses began to move along her jaw slowly, almost too slowly for her impatient personality.

His hand moved up the back of her shirt, along her spine. She couldn’t fight the way her body shivered at his touch as he unclipped her bra. She moved her fingertips along her chest, teasing his waistline before she undid his belt, followed by his slacks, before playfully shoving him away. She hopped off the desk. She spun them so he was pressed up against his desk and she was in charge of the way their bodies would move, although it wouldn’t take much for him to take the control back. Both her and Leona were small girls, they were easily overpowered, but that didn’t mean by any means they were weak, their crimes were proof of that.

She lend up on her toes, despite her heels she still wasn’t as tall as him. Her lips flirted with his, her hazel eyes looking up into his piercing blue ones. “I’ll make up for old man drink.” She whispered against his lips, a playful grin on her lips. “On one condition, you remember I’m not a princess…” she said taking a step back she pulled her shirt off then tossing it aside and slipping out of her loose bra. Her fingers unbuttoned her shorts, sliding her shorts and panties seductively down her legs. She stood up right again, in front of him with nothing but her thigh high boots on. She held his eyes, a seriousness in them that was almost off putting. “I’m the fucking queen.” She breathed so convincingly it was as though she was royalty.

She made her way towards the floor to ceiling windows then, glancing over her shoulder and gesturing for him to follow her, making it clear she wanted him to fuck her against the wide-open windows. Despite how far up they were it would still give her a dirty rush of adrenaline and that was exactly what she wanted. Sebastian had no idea what he was in for, she was sure he’d fuck a good number of women. However, she wasn’t sure he’d ever fucked a nymphomaniac.




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Orson was a complicated man, with one dark layer after another. Just when you thought you’d peeled back his darkest, demented layer. Another one would be waiting under the surface. First, he was handsome and charming. Then he was dark and brooding. The personalities of Orson Ramsey just become more and more dangerous the deeper you got. Still you’d have no choice but to find appeal in his monstrous tendencies. Even now as he was asking Leo to sell herself to him, to sign away her freedom he was still horrifying in his flawless charm. Some people were trained to be bad or learned to be bad, because of the circumstances they’d grown up in. Orson on the other hand was born bad, born set in his ways.

He gazed at her through forceful sapphire eyes, that seemed to almost make her decision unarguable. It was as though he already knew the words that would fall off her lips next. The confidence and the prestige that radiated off him was all consuming. Her eyes finally came back to his and a dark smirk on his lips. He held her eyes, waiting patiently for her agreement that he knew was inevitable. Orson always got what he wanted, it was this way for the entire Ramsey family. His mother was corrupt in her position in the political eye, yet everyone thought she was a savior of politics. His father was a horrible man, yet people practically bowed at his feet. It was no different for Orson and his brother. They were as bad and corrupt as their parents, if not worse. Yet, they were adored.

"I'm not going to be easy to train," She breathed and he gave a light shrug in response. Training her was the least of his concerns. "but I'll be a good pet." she cooed and he nodded like he honestly believed her, because he knew she’d be a good pet after she saw the man he really was. Orson could more then train her with his wicked ways and his grade A drugs. He gave her a total of a month before she was full blown addicted to him and his drugs. He’d only trained one other person in his life, his ex-Lauren, but they’d kept their weird slave/master relationship strictly confined to the bedroom. This would be different, she’d be his full time. He wasn’t sure she even fully understood what she was getting herself into. If he had it in writing, if he had her signature on a contract and he pulled the right stings, he could honestly own her.

She reached up gripping his tie and pulling him from his thoughts as she pressed her lips against his, this time he let himself enjoy the kiss. It was incredible. It made him feel dangerously alive in a way Lauren’s never had and Jun’s never would. Orson was indifferent to women for the most part, they had always just been bodies for him to experiment with, bruise up, and destroy. Leona was different though, her lips alone made him feel things he’d never felt and he wasn’t sure whether he hated her for that or wanted her that much more for that very reason. He smirked against her lips, controlling himself as she let out a deep moan against his lips. He wanted to pull her close and fuck her mindlessly, make her addicted in a matter of second with his touch alone like he was sure he could. However, he kept his wits about him in an attempt to test himself and keep her begging for more
When she wretched her lips away from his, it was agonizing. He fought the urge to pull her lips back to his. He didn’t though, he seemed completely indifferent to her kiss, despite the way his body buzzed and his heart raced in his chest, yet these were all effect on his body that were invisible to Leo. She stood then and he casually lend back against his desk. She grabbed a pin from his desk and a confident half smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Where do I sign, Mr. Ramsey?" she questioned, tone alluring as she said the words. He’d have to have one of his secretary’s draw up the contract. For now, though, as horrible as it sounded he wanted to test drive her before he agreed to the contract himself. Sure he could cut her off, but a part of him wanted to see if she was worth it, despite knowing just by the kiss alone that she was more then worth it.

“You’ll sign later.” He breathed simply as if she didn’t have a choice, like even though he didn’t’ have a physical contract for her to sign now, his lips against hers would be a verbal agreement until he had her physically sign a piece of paper. He took a step forward grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. He pressed his lips against hers once again, kissing her hard.
He held her in the kiss with his hand on the back of her neck. He waisted no time, he pulled away then spinning her so that he could bend her over the desk. He didn’t want to waste time with foreplay or letting her have control. He knew that if she had a chance to touch him again like she already had that he’d let actual feelings for her take hold and he wasn’t sure that he was ready for that or if he ever would be. He kicked her legs open holding her down against the desk with a hand on her neck roughly. He used his other hand to slip his still unbuttoned slacks off and position himself between her legs. Only he didn’t start fucking her just yet.

“You’ve been a good little girl so far.” He breathed simply, like they he was simply congratulating her for getting out of prison. Not like he was about to fuck his client, who was clearly a messed up young women, that was letting him take advantage of her in his office. He spoke almost eerily calmly. “You want to beg for me?” he asked casually.

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“You’ll sign later.” Orson said simply then, like the deal was as good as done and she had to admit, she was a little nervous. She had a feeling she was getting herself in way over her head and in the end, instead of her playing him, he was going to be the one playing her. Still, even as she had the thought and knew she should walk away, Leo just let him grab her wrist and pull her into his arms.

She couldn't help herself. His lips were like the purest cut drug she'd ever had. When he kissed her again, she instantly let out a moan, loving his taste. She was already addicted and he hadn't even touched her. She never wanted him to stop kissing her, and she kissed him back hotly, lips absolutely desperate for his. She was about to drop to her knees and blow him, wanting to please him and make him feel better then any girl ever had. Before she could do anything, however, Orson pulled away and spun her to face the desk.

He pushed her down with a hand on the back of her neck, bending her over the front of his dark wood desk and her heart started to pound rapidly in her chest. Clearly, he was impatient and she bit her lip in anticipation because honestly, so was she. His lips were electric, and she'd been fantasizing about fucking him for a long time now. She really didn't want to fuck around with foreplay and games, she just wanted him inside her.

It was honestly hard not to squirm as he kicked her legs further apart and slipped out of his pants before he positioned himself between her legs. He didn't fuck her just yet, however, and she let out a needy little moan, unable to help it. She could feel him against her, and it was killing her. She wanted nothing more then to reach back, and take what little control she could to get things started, but she knew she couldn't. If she did, he'd stop. He wanted someone submissive and obedient so she had to just wait there, helpless, until he decided he wanted to fuck her.

“You’ve been a good little girl so far.” He breathed calmly and she couldn't help but smirk lightly. She liked hearing his praise and she wanted him to start fucking her already so she could really please him and show him just how fucking good she could be. “You want to beg for me?” he asked casually and she raised a brow.

She was no stranger to begging and submitting. In fact, in bed, she loved being dominated, it got her off like nothing else. Still, as much as she liked being in the submissive role, she was also a little bit of a troublemaker because she liked to be punished sometimes. She honestly liked to be a brat and break the rules on purpose, just to get spanked or choked because she was sickly addicted to pain.

Leo wanted to test Orson so bad. She wanted to push him just a little and see if she could get him a little angry by disobeying, but at the same time, she knew she shouldn't. As much as she wanted to test him, she knew he was testing her. She hadn't signed anything yet because he didn't want to finalize it until he found out what she was worth. Testing him right now would be a mistake and she knew that, no matter how badly she wanted to push him, she couldn't. Not yet.

"Fuck me daddy." Lola finally moaned, hunger clear in her voice as she pushed herself back against him. She wished she could lift her head and look at him while she begged, but he had his hand on the back of her neck tightly, holding her face down against the wood. She was almost completely powerless. Leo moaned and used what little power she had to start grinding her hips back against him slowly, getting as much stimulation out of him as she could without actually fucking him, and teasing him at the same time, wanting him to feel just how ready she was for him already. "Please, fuck me, please.." She pleaded desperately moving her hips a little faster, her breathing picking up a little. "I need your cock daddy." She begged hungrily, not exaggerating. Her body was aching for him and it was killing her, having him between her legs, and not actually inside her. "Fuck me so hard, it hurts Orson." She smirked, knowing it was a little fucked up, but honestly, sex wasn't really fun for her unless there was a little pain mixed in.



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Sebastian smirked when she shivered in his arms. Nothing got him off more then knowing the effect he had on the woman he was pleasing, and Andie clearly wasn't trying to hide it. She was feeling the same electric heat he was, and he wanted to make her moan, and squirm uncontrollably. He wanted to make her feel so good, she forgot everything but him and became so completely hooked, she couldn't stop coming back.

Her fingertips ran down his chest, and Seb had to let out a slow, controlled breath to keep his wits about him. Her fingers were like pure fire on his skin and it was making him want to do so many bad things to her. In fact, he was getting dangerously close to becoming hooked on her instead of the other way around, and he knew he had to watch himself. If he wasn't careful, this could ruin everything he had going for him. Not only did he have to keep things under control so he could keep them secret, but he also had to avoid catching any type of feeling for her, and make sure their relationship stayed based on sex only. Otherwise, she would have the power to destroy him.

Her fingers teased his waistline for a moment, causing him to let out a groan he couldn't contain. She was too incredible, and it was honestly a little hard to wait as she undid his belt and pants, knowing what was likely coming, and wanting it badly. Instead of touching him, however, Andie shoved him away playfully and his jaw clenched, hating, but also loving the way she taunted him. She was a tease to say the least and it was both incredible and painful at the same time.

Seb was fighting the urge to take control back, shove her down on the desk, and fuck her before she could do anything else, but he just watched her as she hopped off his desk. He liked control, in fact, he was addicted to it, but at the same time, he loved a woman who didn't just lay there and let him fuck her. He liked someone who fought him a little, because, even though he always won, it made dominating her that much more challenging and exciting.

She spun them, so her body was against his and he was against the desk, and Seb smirked down at her. There was no debating, she was in charge for the moment, but at the same time, her small body wouldn't be too hard to overpower. She thought she had the power, but he could take it back any time he wanted, and he knew that so he just kept his eyes on her, intrigued to see what she would do with her power while she had it, before he took it away again.

She lend up on her toes, her lips dangerously close to his, her eyes peering up into his and it was all he could do not to grab her by the hair and slam her enticing lips against his. “I’ll make up for old man drink.” She whispered against his lips, a playful grin on her lips that made him grin as well. She was going to be so dangerous. “On one condition, you remember I’m not a princess…” she said taking a step back, making him raise a brow at her.

Despite how hard he was for her, and how badly he wanted to pin her down and fuck her until she didn't even know her own name, Seb just crossed his arms in front of him and leaned on the desk, watching her calmly as she started to strip in front of him. She pulled off her shirt and Sebastian shamelessly let his eyes take in her incredible body as she tossed away her bra, sliding off her shorts next. She was fucking perfect, and he only got harder as she slowly slid her panties down, licking his lips as he watched her, dying to plunge deep inside of her and make her scream louder then she ever had.

When she stood upright again in front of him, she was entirely naked, aside from her boots and, despite all the dark, dirty thoughts racing through his mind, Sebastian just smirked at her. “I’m the fucking queen.” She breathed convincingly then and he raised a brow, his eyes running up and down her body once more, wanting to touch every inch of her soft skin and hear her moan his name in ecstacy.

Andie walked away from him then, over to the huge windows behind his desk, glancing over her shoulder and gesturing for him to follow her. Seb grinned, knowing what she wanted. She wanted him to fuck her against the window and he was more then happy to oblige. They were high up, and he knew no one would be able to see who they were, but if someone did look up, they would certainly see their bodies, fucking shamelessly against the window and the thought intrigued him. He had to keep his cheating hidden for the most part, for the sake of his public image, but he'd always enjoyed public sex and would gladly do whatever he could get away with.

Sebastian walked over to her then, moving in behind her. His body was centimeters from hers, and he took hold of her hair, pulling her head to the side so he could bring his lips down against her neck. He took a deep, slow breath in against her skin, like he could literally inhale her before he suddenly got rougher. His hand twisted her hair around his fist and he slammed her face and body so hard and suddenly against the window, there was a loud noise, making him smirk.

He pressed his body tight against her, sealing her petite frame to the glass with his own as his free hand forced it's way between her and the window. He slipped his hand down her stomach and between her legs, his fingers starting to rub her teasingly, moving slowly at first, before becoming rougher and faster, wanting to get her absolutely dripping wet before he finally fucked her. His lips were against her ear as he held her against the window, touching her for a long minute, simply listening to. and enjoying, her hot breaths and moans starting to fog the glass a little.

"Beg for it like the slut you are." He whispered in her ear, making it perfectly clear he had her trapped and they weren't going any further until he got what he wanted. He slipped his fingers inside of her, starting to finger her fast and hard as he pulled his other hand out of her hair and gave her a sharp slap on the ass. "Come on kitten, make it good for daddy." He demanding, his voice practically a growl as he slapped her bright red skin again, even harder this time.

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This blossoming affair wouldn’t be a bad idea because of her age or because of his position of power. She fucked pollutions, she blew CEOs, she was no stranger to powerful men. Nor was she a stranger to the scum of men. What was particularly dangerous about Sabastian Ramsey and starting a string of exclusive sex escapades with him was that he could ruin her entire life with a simple conviction. He wasn’t just a singular powerful man. His entire family was powerful and she wasn’t stupid she knew he was dirty, he was a lawyer for criminals. He wasn’t simply a divorce lawyer. No, Sebastian was a man that wouldn’t be trifled with and what made it bad was all Andi knew how to do was exactly that trifle over men like Sebastian to please men like Arty.

Sebastian pulled her from her guilty thoughts as he came up behind her. The heat between them was almost painful, she had to fight the tremble that threatened to travel over her body, to keep from giving away her desperation for his touch. He gripped her hair, his lips coming down on her skin making crawl in a way that felt dangerous. He breathed her in deep and suddenly she felt a wickedness inside her stir, one she hadn’t felt since she plunged the knife deep into her foster mother over and over again. She tried to swallow that darkness in her down, knowing it never brought good things with it.

Only she knew the second he wrapped her hair around his fist, he’d only bring her wicked ways to the surface in full force. He slammed her face and body against the glass of the window so hard she let out a loud moan, that was filled with both pain and pleasure. His body pressed against hers tight, molding to hers like they fit too perfectly. Her are body pressed against the window, she couldn’t help but smirk, despite the pain that throbbed through her body from his roughness. He slipped his hand in between the glass and her body and she closed her eyes enjoying the way his hand felt gliding against her stomach and in between her legs. She bit her lips so hard, that it drew blood as he started to rub her teasingly. He touched her slowly at first working her over. She let out a soft moan careful not to give herself up to him too quickly, but it was hard when he knew how to touch her in all the right ways.

Being touched sexually was something Oleander thrived off of. When Sebastian touched her though, it was like she’d never been touched before, like she’d been starving before him and she’d be starving again after him until he touched her again. His motions were quicker and she couldn’t help the moans that released from her lips. He started rubbing faster and her moans grew closer together. She hated the fact that he had her so close to climax and all he’d done so far is a little foreplay. She felt his lips against her ear and she couldn’t her body from shivering.

"Beg for it like the slut you are." He whispered and she couldn’t’ help the dark smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips. His words told her that he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted, until she gave him exactly what he wanted. He slipped his fingers inside her then, causing her to gasp in pleaser, her heard racing in her chest, her head spinning, making it hard for her to think clearly. While he fingered her, his other hand came down hard on her ass and she let out something between a dark giggle of pleasure and groan of pain. She loved every second of his rough foreplay, she lusted for it even in a way most girls probably wouldn’t. "Come on kitten, make it good for daddy." He ordered spanking her already sensitive skin again and she couldn’t help be let out a loud, deep moan.

She tried to get her wits about her but it was near impossible. However, she had just enough of a clear headspace to push him a little. She cranked her head to the side just enough that she could look over her shoulder at him.

“Baby, if you want me to beg for it…really demand it.” She challenged him, however she didn’t make an effort to fight for control like she often did. She was getting over by the way that Seb overpowered her, she didn’t want the control, she wanted him to have all of the control. She pressed her hips deep into his groan, able to feel how hard her was making her even wetter then she already was. She moved her hand down her body until she reached his hand between her legs, placing her hand on top of his and pushing his fingers even deeper inside her. She let out a deep, throaty moan resting her forehead against the glass the was starting to fog up even more.

“You want me to scream for you? Then make me.” She breathed making it clear she could handle his rough handling, in fact she invited it.





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Orson wanted to control her, he wanted to possess her. He wanted to make her hate herself for wanting him, so that he could pity her and come to her rescue. He wanted to be the drug she craved. He wanted her to be willing to do anything for him at the snap of his fingers. If demanded for her to take her own life, she’d be that faithful to trust him blindly. It was really Orson’s sick demented way of seeing just how far he could push someone. To see what he could get away with, that was what made him sadistic and dangerous. When Orson was given an inch, he took a mile in the worst possible way.

He could practically feel her hesitation to beg, like she was debating fighting him a bit, making him work a bit harder for her begging. He wondered if she’d make the right choice or if she’d push him. He’d let her leave and save her the trouble of his darkness if she challenged him. It would be her punishment and when she came crawling back like he knew she would, she’d be more then wiling to bend over and beg him to do what he wanted to her. Orson was way to good at getting in your head and fucking with you in a way that you didn’t realize until it was far too late.

"Fuck me daddy." She finally moan, making him smirk. She’d made the right choice to make Orson fuck her, the wrong choice for her own sanity. She adjusted her hip, to push deep against his and he had to fight the urge to push himself into her and start fucking her. She started to move her hips against him making his jaw clench hating how good her ass felt against his groin. "Please, fuck me, please.."she pleaded, the rhythm of her hips picking up. "I need your cock daddy. Fuck me so hard, it hurts Orson." She smirked and he let a wicked smirk pull at the corners of his lips.

He used his free hand to grip her waist painfully tight, his fingers digging into her skin in a way that no doubt burned and would bruise. His grip so intense, he forced her hips to stop moving against him. His hand that wrapped around the back of her hair, crept up her neck, tangling in her hair and gripping onto it tightly. He used his new grip on her dark hair to turn her over so that her back was pressed against the edge of the desk before he moved her quickly on top of his desk, knocking things off in his wake. He wasted no time climbing over her.

“Were going to play nice.” He whispered, holding her eyes. One of his hands slid her mini skirt up higher on her waist to gain access to a clear shot between her legs. His other hand wrapping tightly around her neck. “You didn’t ask.” He breathed simply to the way she’d moved her hips and tried to seduce him. “You didn’t know, now you do.” He breathed making it a clear warning, their was something so enticing about the eerie way Orson wanted to control every single thing, it was what drew girls in, but in the same breath it was what made them want to run. He lend in pressing his lips against hers and kissing her had.
The hand the pushed her skirt up slipped between her legs. He parted her, finding her clit almost with little effort as he started to message her and applying pressure to it, like he fucked her a hundred times before and knew exactly how to get her off. He kept his hand tight around her neck as his lips trailed her jaw slowly, forcing her to become impatient.

“Let’s try this again.” He whispered against her skin. “I said beg. Plead. Make me believe you want it.” He was making it clear that her challenge was to get him off without any extra teasing. She had to make turn him on simply by her words, before he’d give into her, despite wanting to fuck her until she was crying and begging him to stop, which was what he was best out.


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Leo bit her lip hard when he grabbed hold of her waist tightly. His fingers dug deep into her skin in a way that was sure to leave bruises and she couldn't help but let out a small noise that was somewhere between a whine and a moan. His grip was so tight, it honestly hurt, and he forced her to stop moving her hips, leaving her completely powerless, unable to tease him or get any stimulation from him at all. She tasted blood in her mouth from how hard she was biting her lip, doing everything she could to control herself. She loved being dominated, but at the same time, it was hard for her to be submissive and she had a horrible time being patient.

He moved his other hand into her hair and Leo smirked when he gripped it so tightly, her scalp was burning. She hoped he'd slip inside of her then and start fucking her hard, but she knew it wasn't going to be that easy. Orson was easily the most controlling man she'd ever been with. He didn't just want her to submit, he wanted to own her in every single sense of the word. He wasn't going to let her off easy, he was going to push her until there was no doubt in her mind who controlled her. It was scary, but exciting at the same time, and her heart was beating so hard in her chest, she was afraid it would explode.

He flipped her swiftly, and made a total mess as he moved her up on top of his desk and climbed up over her. The intensity and darkness in his eyes as he hovered over her was a little terrifying, but she forced herself to hold them. “We're going to play nice.” He whispered, basically letting her know that she'd made a mistake, but he was going to let her off easy this time. He yanked her skirt up higher on her waist, so there was nothing in his way and she smirked up at him and opened her legs a little wider.

His other hand came up and wrapped around her neck tight enough to leave a decent ring of bruises and make her breathing pick up a little, but not tight enough to really choke her, making it clear he just wanted to show her who was in control. He didn't want to really hurt her, not yet anyway. “You didn’t ask.” He breathed, letting her know with his warning tone, that asking was one of his rules. If she wanted to touch, tease, or taste, she had to ask first and that was going to be hard. She wasn't used to having to ask for things. “You didn’t know, now you do.” He warned, making it clear that he was letting her off easy this once because she hadn't known, but next time, she wouldn't be so lucky and she smirked.

He leaned down, kissing her hard on the lips then and Leo moaned and lifted her head as much as she could with his grip on her throat to kiss him back, wanting him so bad, it physically hurt and he hadn't even touched her yet. Her kisses were hot and intense, but when his free hand slipped between her legs, they got a little more distracted, her breathing picking up in a way that made it hard to focus on his lips. His fingers found their way to her clit expertly and she let out a low moan and tilted her head back, closing her eyes as he started rubbing her, putting pressure on her in exactly the right way.

Fuck, he was good. This was the first time things had ever gotten intimate between them, but, the way he touched her, they might as well have fucked a thousand times. He knew exactly how to work her up, like he was just as familiar with her body as Andie, who she'd been sexually involved with since she was thirteen. The pleasure was intense, and she was glad he started to kiss her jaw instead of her lips because she couldn't concentrate on the kisses anymore. She closed her eyes and bit her lip hard, letting out hungry moans as he touched her and kissed her skin. She was becoming increasingly impatient. It was actually taking effort not to squirm and writhe at his touch.

“Let’s try this again.” He whispered against her skin, making her shudder, knowing he was about to force her to beg again. “I said beg. Plead. Make me believe you want it.” He demanded and she let out a small whimper. She was going to have to get him off without touching him in any way, simply with her words, and, while she knew she could do it, she hated being so powerless.

"Fuck." She breathed, trying to catch her breath with the way he was touching her. She wanted him to fuck her so bad, and she knew she'd have to beg him to get what she wanted, but she could hardly concentrate. "Please." She practically whined, desperation blatantly obvious in just that one word. "I want it so bad daddy." She begged as she reached up and grabbed his tie, lifting her head as much as she could again and pulling his lips back to hers, kissing him hard, letting him know with the way her lips devoured his, just how much she wanted him. She pushed her hips against his touch and let out a low, breathless moan against his lips, her body starting to squirm a little as she rested her head back against the wood again and closed her eyes, enjoying the way he was making her feel for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts and figure out how to turn him on without touching him.

She opened her eyes and held his, biting her lip, her chest rising and falling quickly with her rapid breathing. Leo let out another moan and her squirming got a little worse. She couldn't help it, he was working her up so fucking much. "Come on daddy..." She pleaded, trailing off breathlessly. "Ruin me, make me your slut." She whimpered, making it clear that she wanted him to do whatever he wanted to her, even if it hurt a little, or got her dangerously addicted to him. She wanted to belong to him, even though the idea scared her shitless. "Fuck my tight little pussy papi, please, it's so wet for you." She moaned hungrily as she squirmed at his touch and held his eyes.



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Sebastian loved the noises she was making. Everything from her moans as he fingered her, to her dark giggles and groans when he slapped her skin turned him on and he was really struggling not to just give up on making her beg and start fucking her mercilessly. Andie's managed to turn her head just enough that she could look at him over her shoulder and her raised a brow at her, able to tell by the mischievous look in her eye, she was going to piss him off and push him.

“Baby, if you want me to beg for it…really demand it.” She challenged him, making his jaw clench. Her hips pushed back into his groin then and he closed his eyes, doing everything he could to control himself, focusing on what he was doing to her and not how badly he wanted her. She moved her hand down her body, reaching his hand and he smirked when she pressed her hand on top of his and used it to push his fingers deeper inside of her.

She was soaking wet at this point, and he knew she was getting impatient, and so was he. The fact that she was stalling was honestly pissing him off, but the way she let out a deep, hungry moan from her throat at the way his fingers went deep inside her made it impossible for him to walk away. He was fucking her now, there was no way he'd be able to stop to teach her a lesson. He'd have to punish her physically instead. “You want me to scream for you? Then make me.” She breathed making it clear she more then enjoyed his roughness.

Sebastian just smirked. At first, he didn't say anything, just leaned into her body and started to finger her so hard and fast, he knew he could get her to cum hard in a matter of minutes. Her small body started to writhe, her breathing was picking up, and her moans were getting louder. He knew she was going to cum any second. He brought his lips down to her shoulder, kissing her gently before biting into her skin a little with his teeth as he felt her finally climax, contracting around his fingers.

He pulled them out of her before reaching up and grabbing her face roughly, forcing the fingers that had just been inside her into her mouth. "Clean up your mess." He demanded, forcing her to suck his fingers clean before he took a step back. He kept a hand between her shoulder blades, making sure her upper body was still sealed against the window, but he used his other hand to pull her hips out a little, so her ass was more accessible to him.

"From now on, you do as I fucking say." He told her as he used the hand not between her shoulders to undo his belt and slide it out of his pants. He leaned in for a moment, his lips pressed against her ear. "I'm going to whip you until you beg." He told her, wanting her to know exactly what he had planned for her. "If you do a good enough job, I'll fuck you and let you leave here with your dignity." He promised, giving her a taunting kiss on the cheek before he pulled back, folding the belt in half before cracking it hard against her ass, leaving a bright red welt that made him smirk.

"If you don't do a good job, I won't fuck you, and you'll have to leave here naked, with a bright red ass and everyone will see was a bad little whore you are." He spat, whipping her with the belt hard again, knowing the marks weren't just going to be red and irritated. By the time he was done, her ass would be black and blue and she would think of him every time she sat down for a good week or so.

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He smirked in a way that made her heart race fast in her chest, even though she didn’t think that was possible. She wanted him to do his worst, she didn’t care how much pain she was in the next day or how badly he broke her heart in the future. All that matted was his touch setting a fire across her body now. Her inner thighs pulsed hotly, wanting him between her legs already, she was growing impatient. She knew she was playing by his rules though, it didn’t matter how impatient she was he wouldn’t fuck her until he was good and ready.

Her breathing picked up as he fingered her harder and she knew he’d get her to come. She’d slept with a countless amount of men, but none of them had ever been able to finish her so quickly. She let out deep moans as she tittered on the edge of climaxing trying hard to fight it, not wanting to cum yet. It was not use though eventually she came and it was incredible. Her head was spinning, she didn’t want to stop. She wanted him to push her as far as her body would let her go. Her legs were weak and she was positive if his body wasn’t so tightly pressed against hers, they’d give out underneath her.

He brought his lips down on her shoulders then, despite how breathless she was she still managed to let out a soft moan as he kissed her skin gently. The contrast from his roughness to the gentle kiss, with the cocaine hazed mind felt like pure ecstasy. His tenth sunk into her skin as she continued to cum, while he held her. The gentle moment was over as he grabbed her face roughly and she smirked wickedly as she held his eyes. There was something so dangerous and so dark in her eyes that she wanted to explore it more. He forced his fingers into her mouth and she sucked on them, like she was blowing his dick, slow and intentionally, before he’d even spoke.

"Clean up your mess." He demanded, but she was already doing exactly that. The taste of herself filled her mouth. He kept her pressed up against the window with a hand between her shoulder blades and she was grateful, because for the moment from her hips down she was numb. He adjusted her hips and she pushed into him willingly as he pulled her hips out, making her body more accessible. "From now on, you do as I fucking say." he demanded and she smirk, with an obedient nod as she heard him slipping out of his pants. He lend in his lips at her ears, making a shiver run up her spine. "I'm going to whip you until you beg. If you do a good enough job, I'll fuck you and let you leave here with your dignity." he promised, before his lips pressed against her cheek. He pulled away then and she couldn’t help the excitement that filtered through her body when his belt whipped hard against her ass.

She let out a breathy, deep moan, making it clear she loved the pain and the abuse. He wasn’t just spanking her with a belt to be kinky. His belt was going to leave her black and blue. That was exactly how she liked it. This wasn’t innocent foreplay, this was dangerous power play.

"If you don't do a good job, I won't fuck you, and you'll have to leave here naked, with a bright red ass and everyone will see was a bad little whore you are." he hissed, threatening her. The belt whipped across her skin violently once more and another moan escaped her lips. She stayed quite letting the belt smack across her burning skin a few more times, getting insanely worked up and turned on all over again. It was almost torturous how good he was at getting her off and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.
“Fuck.” She breathed, when the belt ripped into her skin once more. Her skin felt like it was bleeding and all she wanted was for him to keep going. “I need you to desecrate me Mr. Ramsey.” She whined liked she was absolutely desperate for him. She let out a moan that sounded more like it belonged in a porno film. “Make me your dirty little slut.” She purred. “Make it hurt, please.” She spoke softly, her tone was pleading with him. Most the time when guys made her beg, she faked it and she was good at it, but she wasn’t faking it with Sebastian which honestly surprised her. “Fuck me hard, so everyone knows what your doing to me.” She begged.




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The more time Orson spent with her intimately the more he wanted to make her his. Sure, they’d never been romantically entangled until now, yet it felt like this missing piece fitting into place. He wasn’t sure he liked feeling like he wanted to be around her, like he wanted to get to know her. He was far too selfish and dangerous to have a normal relationship. He knew this and there was a small part of him that knew he should pull away from her now and simply let her go. He’d never have to see her again and it would save them both the trouble. However, Orson was selfish and he wanted her, he couldn’t and wouldn’t let her go.

"Fuck." she managed to get out and his eyes flicked up to her, admire her beautiful features as he watched her fight the urge to beg him and not fight him like he knew she was probably used to doing. "Please." he smirked as the word left her lips in a whiney tone that was what he wanted to hear. The desperation that dripped from her voice, drove him crazy. "I want it so bad daddy." she begged and he grew harder, fighting his impatient urge to fuck her.

She grabbed his tie then lifting up just enough to desperately press her lips against his and he loved the way they tasted. He kissed her back hard, more urgent now then he had to bed, making it clear that his control over his desires were fleeting. She pushed her body into his touch as he started to rub her harder between the legs. He smirked when she started to let out breathless moans, closer and closer together. She pulled away lying flat against the hard wood of his desk once more. His grip tightened around her neck even more. He watched her bite her lips as he breathing picked up and she squirmed lightly underneath his touch.

"Come on daddy..." she spoked, words breathy. "Ruin me, make me your slut. Fuck my tight little pussy papi, please, it's so wet for you." she moaned, holding his eyes.

A dark smirk spread across her lips, letting her know she passed the test this time, but her begging was far from over. His need to control her would continue. He slipped his fingers inside her then, his hand moving from her neck, down her body tracing every curve of her body purposefully slow in his movements. His lips started to teased the inside of her thighs as he continued to finger her, roughly. He slipped two long fingers deep inside her, working her up. He brought her to the tip of climax, before he’d slow down again and wouldn’t let her cum. He kept this up for a while as he teeth nipped at the sensitive skin on the inside of her upper thigh.

He spread her open, burying his tongue between her legs then as he started to eat her out, finally letting her cum. He didn’t give her time to recover as he roughly flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He pressed a heavy hand between her shoulder blades forcing her upper body down against the desk once more, while keeping her ass in the air. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, using his grip to yank her head up off the desk. He moved himself close, teasing her with his cock against her.

“I’m about to erase any doubts of me taking ownership of you.” He breathed darkly. “Then, I’m going to fuck you like an animal.” He growled as he pushed himself inside her, fucking her hard and rough.

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He smirked in a way that made her heart race fast in her chest, even though she didn’t think that was possible. She wanted him to do his worst, she didn’t care how much pain she was in the next day or how badly he broke her heart in the future. All that matted was his touch setting a fire across her body now. Her inner thighs pulsed hotly, wanting him between her legs already, she was growing impatient. She knew she was playing by his rules though, it didn’t matter how impatient she was he wouldn’t fuck her until he was good and ready.

Her breathing picked up as he fingered her harder and she knew he’d get her to come. She’d slept with a countless amount of men, but none of them had ever been able to finish her so quickly. She let out deep moans as she tittered on the edge of climaxing trying hard to fight it, not wanting to cum yet. It was not use though eventually she came and it was incredible. Her head was spinning, she didn’t want to stop. She wanted him to push her as far as her body would let her go. Her legs were weak and she was positive if his body wasn’t so tightly pressed against hers, they’d give out underneath her.

He brought his lips down on her shoulders then, despite how breathless she was she still managed to let out a soft moan as he kissed her skin gently. The contrast from his roughness to the gentle kiss, with the cocaine hazed mind felt like pure ecstasy. His tenth sunk into her skin as she continued to cum, while he held her. The gentle moment was over as he grabbed her face roughly and she smirked wickedly as she held his eyes. There was something so dangerous and so dark in her eyes that she wanted to explore it more. He forced his fingers into her mouth and she sucked on them, like she was blowing his dick, slow and intentionally, before he’d even spoke.

"Clean up your mess." He demanded, but she was already doing exactly that. The taste of herself filled her mouth. He kept her pressed up against the window with a hand between her shoulder blades and she was grateful, because for the moment from her hips down she was numb. He adjusted her hips and she pushed into him willingly as he pulled her hips out, making her body more accessible. "From now on, you do as I fucking say." he demanded and she smirk, with an obedient nod as she heard him slipping out of his pants. He lend in his lips at her ears, making a shiver run up her spine. "I'm going to whip you until you beg. If you do a good enough job, I'll fuck you and let you leave here with your dignity." he promised, before his lips pressed against her cheek. He pulled away then and she couldn’t help the excitement that filtered through her body when his belt whipped hard against her ass.

She let out a breathy, deep moan, making it clear she loved the pain and the abuse. He wasn’t just spanking her with a belt to be kinky. His belt was going to leave her black and blue. That was exactly how she liked it. This wasn’t innocent foreplay, this was dangerous power play.

"If you don't do a good job, I won't fuck you, and you'll have to leave here naked, with a bright red ass and everyone will see was a bad little whore you are." he hissed, threatening her. The belt whipped across her skin violently once more and another moan escaped her lips. She stayed quite letting the belt smack across her burning skin a few more times, getting insanely worked up and turned on all over again. It was almost torturous how good he was at getting her off and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.
“Fuck.” She breathed, when the belt ripped into her skin once more. Her skin felt like it was bleeding and all she wanted was for him to keep going. “I need you to desecrate me Mr. Ramsey.” She whined liked she was absolutely desperate for him. She let out a moan that sounded more like it belonged in a porno film. “Make me your dirty little slut.” She purred. “Make it hurt, please.” She spoke softly, her tone was pleading with him. Most the time when guys made her beg, she faked it and she was good at it, but she wasn’t faking it with Sebastian which honestly surprised her. “Fuck me hard, so everyone knows what your doing to me.” She begged.




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The more time Orson spent with her intimately the more he wanted to make her his. Sure, they’d never been romantically entangled until now, yet it felt like this missing piece fitting into place. He wasn’t sure he liked feeling like he wanted to be around her, like he wanted to get to know her. He was far too selfish and dangerous to have a normal relationship. He knew this and there was a small part of him that knew he should pull away from her now and simply let her go. He’d never have to see her again and it would save them both the trouble. However, Orson was selfish and he wanted her, he couldn’t and wouldn’t let her go.

"Fuck." she managed to get out and his eyes flicked up to her, admire her beautiful features as he watched her fight the urge to beg him and not fight him like he knew she was probably used to doing. "Please." he smirked as the word left her lips in a whiney tone that was what he wanted to hear. The desperation that dripped from her voice, drove him crazy. "I want it so bad daddy." she begged and he grew harder, fighting his impatient urge to fuck her.

She grabbed his tie then lifting up just enough to desperately press her lips against his and he loved the way they tasted. He kissed her back hard, more urgent now then he had to bed, making it clear that his control over his desires were fleeting. She pushed her body into his touch as he started to rub her harder between the legs. He smirked when she started to let out breathless moans, closer and closer together. She pulled away lying flat against the hard wood of his desk once more. His grip tightened around her neck even more. He watched her bite her lips as he breathing picked up and she squirmed lightly underneath his touch.

"Come on daddy..." she spoked, words breathy. "Ruin me, make me your slut. Fuck my tight little pussy papi, please, it's so wet for you." she moaned, holding his eyes.

A dark smirk spread across her lips, letting her know she passed the test this time, but her begging was far from over. His need to control her would continue. He slipped his fingers inside her then, his hand moving from her neck, down her body tracing every curve of her body purposefully slow in his movements. His lips started to teased the inside of her thighs as he continued to finger her, roughly. He slipped two long fingers deep inside her, working her up. He brought her to the tip of climax, before he’d slow down again and wouldn’t let her cum. He kept this up for a while as he teeth nipped at the sensitive skin on the inside of her upper thigh.

He spread her open, burying his tongue between her legs then as he started to eat her out, finally letting her cum. He didn’t give her time to recover as he roughly flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He pressed a heavy hand between her shoulder blades forcing her upper body down against the desk once more, while keeping her ass in the air. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, using his grip to yank her head up off the desk. He moved himself close, teasing her with his cock against her.

“I’m about to erase any doubts of me taking ownership of you.” He breathed darkly. “Then, I’m going to fuck you like an animal.” He growled as he pushed himself inside her, fucking her hard and rough.

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He smirked in a way that made her heart race fast in her chest, even though she didn’t think that was possible. She wanted him to do his worst, she didn’t care how much pain she was in the next day or how badly he broke her heart in the future. All that matted was his touch setting a fire across her body now. Her inner thighs pulsed hotly, wanting him between her legs already, she was growing impatient. She knew she was playing by his rules though, it didn’t matter how impatient she was he wouldn’t fuck her until he was good and ready.

Her breathing picked up as he fingered her harder and she knew he’d get her to come. She’d slept with a countless amount of men, but none of them had ever been able to finish her so quickly. She let out deep moans as she tittered on the edge of climaxing trying hard to fight it, not wanting to cum yet. It was not use though eventually she came and it was incredible. Her head was spinning, she didn’t want to stop. She wanted him to push her as far as her body would let her go. Her legs were weak and she was positive if his body wasn’t so tightly pressed against hers, they’d give out underneath her.

He brought his lips down on her shoulders then, despite how breathless she was she still managed to let out a soft moan as he kissed her skin gently. The contrast from his roughness to the gentle kiss, with the cocaine hazed mind felt like pure ecstasy. His tenth sunk into her skin as she continued to cum, while he held her. The gentle moment was over as he grabbed her face roughly and she smirked wickedly as she held his eyes. There was something so dangerous and so dark in her eyes that she wanted to explore it more. He forced his fingers into her mouth and she sucked on them, like she was blowing his dick, slow and intentionally, before he’d even spoke.

"Clean up your mess." He demanded, but she was already doing exactly that. The taste of herself filled her mouth. He kept her pressed up against the window with a hand between her shoulder blades and she was grateful, because for the moment from her hips down she was numb. He adjusted her hips and she pushed into him willingly as he pulled her hips out, making her body more accessible. "From now on, you do as I fucking say." he demanded and she smirk, with an obedient nod as she heard him slipping out of his pants. He lend in his lips at her ears, making a shiver run up her spine. "I'm going to whip you until you beg. If you do a good enough job, I'll fuck you and let you leave here with your dignity." he promised, before his lips pressed against her cheek. He pulled away then and she couldn’t help the excitement that filtered through her body when his belt whipped hard against her ass.

She let out a breathy, deep moan, making it clear she loved the pain and the abuse. He wasn’t just spanking her with a belt to be kinky. His belt was going to leave her black and blue. That was exactly how she liked it. This wasn’t innocent foreplay, this was dangerous power play.

"If you don't do a good job, I won't fuck you, and you'll have to leave here naked, with a bright red ass and everyone will see was a bad little whore you are." he hissed, threatening her. The belt whipped across her skin violently once more and another moan escaped her lips. She stayed quite letting the belt smack across her burning skin a few more times, getting insanely worked up and turned on all over again. It was almost torturous how good he was at getting her off and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.
“Fuck.” She breathed, when the belt ripped into her skin once more. Her skin felt like it was bleeding and all she wanted was for him to keep going. “I need you to desecrate me Mr. Ramsey.” She whined liked she was absolutely desperate for him. She let out a moan that sounded more like it belonged in a porno film. “Make me your dirty little slut.” She purred. “Make it hurt, please.” She spoke softly, her tone was pleading with him. Most the time when guys made her beg, she faked it and she was good at it, but she wasn’t faking it with Sebastian which honestly surprised her. “Fuck me hard, so everyone knows what your doing to me.” She begged.




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The more time Orson spent with her intimately the more he wanted to make her his. Sure, they’d never been romantically entangled until now, yet it felt like this missing piece fitting into place. He wasn’t sure he liked feeling like he wanted to be around her, like he wanted to get to know her. He was far too selfish and dangerous to have a normal relationship. He knew this and there was a small part of him that knew he should pull away from her now and simply let her go. He’d never have to see her again and it would save them both the trouble. However, Orson was selfish and he wanted her, he couldn’t and wouldn’t let her go.

"Fuck." she managed to get out and his eyes flicked up to her, admire her beautiful features as he watched her fight the urge to beg him and not fight him like he knew she was probably used to doing. "Please." he smirked as the word left her lips in a whiney tone that was what he wanted to hear. The desperation that dripped from her voice, drove him crazy. "I want it so bad daddy." she begged and he grew harder, fighting his impatient urge to fuck her.

She grabbed his tie then lifting up just enough to desperately press her lips against his and he loved the way they tasted. He kissed her back hard, more urgent now then he had to bed, making it clear that his control over his desires were fleeting. She pushed her body into his touch as he started to rub her harder between the legs. He smirked when she started to let out breathless moans, closer and closer together. She pulled away lying flat against the hard wood of his desk once more. His grip tightened around her neck even more. He watched her bite her lips as he breathing picked up and she squirmed lightly underneath his touch.

"Come on daddy..." she spoked, words breathy. "Ruin me, make me your slut. Fuck my tight little pussy papi, please, it's so wet for you." she moaned, holding his eyes.

A dark smirk spread across her lips, letting her know she passed the test this time, but her begging was far from over. His need to control her would continue. He slipped his fingers inside her then, his hand moving from her neck, down her body tracing every curve of her body purposefully slow in his movements. His lips started to teased the inside of her thighs as he continued to finger her, roughly. He slipped two long fingers deep inside her, working her up. He brought her to the tip of climax, before he’d slow down again and wouldn’t let her cum. He kept this up for a while as he teeth nipped at the sensitive skin on the inside of her upper thigh.

He spread her open, burying his tongue between her legs then as he started to eat her out, finally letting her cum. He didn’t give her time to recover as he roughly flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He pressed a heavy hand between her shoulder blades forcing her upper body down against the desk once more, while keeping her ass in the air. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, using his grip to yank her head up off the desk. He moved himself close, teasing her with his cock against her.

“I’m about to erase any doubts of me taking ownership of you.” He breathed darkly. “Then, I’m going to fuck you like an animal.” He growled as he pushed himself inside her, fucking her hard and rough.

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He smirked in a way that made her heart race fast in her chest, even though she didn’t think that was possible. She wanted him to do his worst, she didn’t care how much pain she was in the next day or how badly he broke her heart in the future. All that matted was his touch setting a fire across her body now. Her inner thighs pulsed hotly, wanting him between her legs already, she was growing impatient. She knew she was playing by his rules though, it didn’t matter how impatient she was he wouldn’t fuck her until he was good and ready.

Her breathing picked up as he fingered her harder and she knew he’d get her to come. She’d slept with a countless amount of men, but none of them had ever been able to finish her so quickly. She let out deep moans as she tittered on the edge of climaxing trying hard to fight it, not wanting to cum yet. It was not use though eventually she came and it was incredible. Her head was spinning, she didn’t want to stop. She wanted him to push her as far as her body would let her go. Her legs were weak and she was positive if his body wasn’t so tightly pressed against hers, they’d give out underneath her.

He brought his lips down on her shoulders then, despite how breathless she was she still managed to let out a soft moan as he kissed her skin gently. The contrast from his roughness to the gentle kiss, with the cocaine hazed mind felt like pure ecstasy. His tenth sunk into her skin as she continued to cum, while he held her. The gentle moment was over as he grabbed her face roughly and she smirked wickedly as she held his eyes. There was something so dangerous and so dark in her eyes that she wanted to explore it more. He forced his fingers into her mouth and she sucked on them, like she was blowing his dick, slow and intentionally, before he’d even spoke.

"Clean up your mess." He demanded, but she was already doing exactly that. The taste of herself filled her mouth. He kept her pressed up against the window with a hand between her shoulder blades and she was grateful, because for the moment from her hips down she was numb. He adjusted her hips and she pushed into him willingly as he pulled her hips out, making her body more accessible. "From now on, you do as I fucking say." he demanded and she smirk, with an obedient nod as she heard him slipping out of his pants. He lend in his lips at her ears, making a shiver run up her spine. "I'm going to whip you until you beg. If you do a good enough job, I'll fuck you and let you leave here with your dignity." he promised, before his lips pressed against her cheek. He pulled away then and she couldn’t help the excitement that filtered through her body when his belt whipped hard against her ass.

She let out a breathy, deep moan, making it clear she loved the pain and the abuse. He wasn’t just spanking her with a belt to be kinky. His belt was going to leave her black and blue. That was exactly how she liked it. This wasn’t innocent foreplay, this was dangerous power play.

"If you don't do a good job, I won't fuck you, and you'll have to leave here naked, with a bright red ass and everyone will see was a bad little whore you are." he hissed, threatening her. The belt whipped across her skin violently once more and another moan escaped her lips. She stayed quite letting the belt smack across her burning skin a few more times, getting insanely worked up and turned on all over again. It was almost torturous how good he was at getting her off and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.
“Fuck.” She breathed, when the belt ripped into her skin once more. Her skin felt like it was bleeding and all she wanted was for him to keep going. “I need you to desecrate me Mr. Ramsey.” She whined liked she was absolutely desperate for him. She let out a moan that sounded more like it belonged in a porno film. “Make me your dirty little slut.” She purred. “Make it hurt, please.” She spoke softly, her tone was pleading with him. Most the time when guys made her beg, she faked it and she was good at it, but she wasn’t faking it with Sebastian which honestly surprised her. “Fuck me hard, so everyone knows what your doing to me.” She begged.




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The more time Orson spent with her intimately the more he wanted to make her his. Sure, they’d never been romantically entangled until now, yet it felt like this missing piece fitting into place. He wasn’t sure he liked feeling like he wanted to be around her, like he wanted to get to know her. He was far too selfish and dangerous to have a normal relationship. He knew this and there was a small part of him that knew he should pull away from her now and simply let her go. He’d never have to see her again and it would save them both the trouble. However, Orson was selfish and he wanted her, he couldn’t and wouldn’t let her go.

"Fuck." she managed to get out and his eyes flicked up to her, admire her beautiful features as he watched her fight the urge to beg him and not fight him like he knew she was probably used to doing. "Please." he smirked as the word left her lips in a whiney tone that was what he wanted to hear. The desperation that dripped from her voice, drove him crazy. "I want it so bad daddy." she begged and he grew harder, fighting his impatient urge to fuck her.

She grabbed his tie then lifting up just enough to desperately press her lips against his and he loved the way they tasted. He kissed her back hard, more urgent now then he had to bed, making it clear that his control over his desires were fleeting. She pushed her body into his touch as he started to rub her harder between the legs. He smirked when she started to let out breathless moans, closer and closer together. She pulled away lying flat against the hard wood of his desk once more. His grip tightened around her neck even more. He watched her bite her lips as he breathing picked up and she squirmed lightly underneath his touch.

"Come on daddy..." she spoked, words breathy. "Ruin me, make me your slut. Fuck my tight little pussy papi, please, it's so wet for you." she moaned, holding his eyes.

A dark smirk spread across her lips, letting her know she passed the test this time, but her begging was far from over. His need to control her would continue. He slipped his fingers inside her then, his hand moving from her neck, down her body tracing every curve of her body purposefully slow in his movements. His lips started to teased the inside of her thighs as he continued to finger her, roughly. He slipped two long fingers deep inside her, working her up. He brought her to the tip of climax, before he’d slow down again and wouldn’t let her cum. He kept this up for a while as he teeth nipped at the sensitive skin on the inside of her upper thigh.

He spread her open, burying his tongue between her legs then as he started to eat her out, finally letting her cum. He didn’t give her time to recover as he roughly flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. He pressed a heavy hand between her shoulder blades forcing her upper body down against the desk once more, while keeping her ass in the air. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, using his grip to yank her head up off the desk. He moved himself close, teasing her with his cock against her.

“I’m about to erase any doubts of me taking ownership of you.” He breathed darkly. “Then, I’m going to fuck you like an animal.” He growled as he pushed himself inside her, fucking her hard and rough.

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Lola watched Orson as he held her down by her throat, hoping like hell she'd begged enough. His touch was torturous and she just wanted to get to it already. She was honestly aching for him in every sense of the word and she wasn't sure she was going to be able to control herself much longer. She was a hopelessly impatient person. She was doing everything in her power to stay patient and let him have control, but it was insanely hard.

Leo watched as a dark smirk tugged at Orson's lips and she couldn't help but shiver. Clearly, he was pleased with her, but at the same time, he was far from done with her. He slipped his fingers inside of her then and she let out a sharp gasp as she arched her body into his touch, her breathing becoming rapid. He ran his hand from her throat, slowly down her body, burning her skin as he went, before his lips came down on the insides of her thighs and Leona couldn't help but moan and open her legs wider for him, loving every torturous second of what he was doing to her.

His fingers deep inside of her, pleasuring her, and his lips taunting the insides of her thighs were driving her absolutely wild. He brought her to the very edge of cumming, getting her to squirm, and moan, and cry out, until he slowed down again, denying her the climax she wanted so bad, and Leo had to let out a disappointed whimper. He continued to do this for almost longer then she could stand, his teeth nipping her inner thighs, his fingers expertly working her back up and bringing her back down over and over again. She was begging, and trembling, but he didn't give in, stopping just short of her climax every time.

It was a little scary, just how good he was at what he was doing, but Leo was in no position to stop now. She might not feel the same way later, but right now, he could fuck her up worse than anyone ever had and she'd gladly let him. He was doing things to her, she hadn't even known were possible. After what felt like the millionth time being brought to the brink, Leo expected him to bring her back down again. Her hands were in her own hair, tugging at it as she squirmed helplessly and begged him to let her cum.

Finally, instead of slowing down this time, Orson spread her and lowered his tongue down between her legs, continuing his rhythm. Leona couldn't help but let out loud screams as she finally came hard and her entire body shook. He had her spinning and before she'd even fully caught her breath and come down from the intensity of the orgasm, Orson flipped her swiftly onto her stomach. She was breathless and weak, so she really couldn't do anything but let him do as he wanted, so she just fought to regain control of her breathing while he roughly repositioned her body.

He pulled her up onto her hands and knees and Lola went without a fight, panting heavily as she glanced over her shoulder at him. She was going to push back against him, even though she knew she shouldn't because he'd reprimanded her the first time. Before she got to, he shoved her upper body back down against the desk so that her cheek and chest were pressed against the wood, but her ass was in the air for him.

Orson grabbed hold of her hair then tightly, yanking her head back hard enough to lift her face off the desk, but leave her upper body low, against it. She let out a small whimper, her heart pounding in her chest. The way he was pulling at her hair hurt, but she couldn't get enough of the pain. When he moved in close and started to tease her with his cock between her legs, Leona couldn't stop the shudder that ran through her body from how sensitive she was there at this point and the deep moan that escaped her throat, hoping now he'd finally fuck her.

“I’m about to erase any doubts of me taking ownership of you.” He breathed darkly and if Leo could manage to gather her words, she would have told him he'd already done that. The way he'd been able to work her body had made it perfectly clear she belonged to him. No one had ever been able to control her so perfectly before and she wouldn't be surprised, if, within a few weeks of fucking him, he'd be able to get her to cum with just a few touches and a command. “Then, I’m going to fuck you like an animal.” He growled in a way that scared her a little, but she didn't have time to dwell on it too much. Before she could even respond, he pushed roughly inside her and was fucking her hard.

Orson was fucking incredible. It was easily the best sex she'd ever had in her life, and she almost hadn't wanted it to stop. By the time they were done, she had lost track of how many times she'd finished and her body was so weak, she could hardly keep her knees from shaking and her legs from collapsing out from under her. He had not held back even a little. He was so rough with her, her entire body was covered in bruises and she'd even let him take a pocket knife and drag it across her ribs at one point, knowing he liked to see a little blood.

It had been dark, and kinky, and they'd kept at it all night. Even after his employees went home and there was no one left in the office, he continued to fuck her, refusing to let her leave. He broke out his coke at one point, sharing a little with her so they could both keep going, and it was easily the most expensive cut of the drug she'd ever had in her life. They went until the sun was starting to rise out the window and she was pretty sure that he didn't care that she'd been crying and begging him to stop for a good few hours now. The only reason he was probably stopping was because he had another long day of work ahead of him.

Leona's hands were trembling badly as she started to pull her clothes back on. At some point, he'd literally cut her top right off her body with his knife, leaving her with only her skirt and jacket to leave his office in. She pulled on her skirt before slinging the jacket over her shoulders. She took a second to fix her nearly destroyed ponytail and wipe the tears and mascara from her cheeks before sending a text to Arthur, letting him know he could pick her up now. Leo pulled the fake fur jacket tightly around herself then and walked over to Orson. She stood on her toes and gave him a weak kiss on the lips because it was honestly all she could manage.

"Call me when you have a contract for me to sign daddy." She purred, kissing him one more time, letting out a soft moan. If she wasn't so completely battered and exhausted, she'd drop to her knees and get him worked up all over again, just because the way his lips tasted. She knew her body couldn't take another second of his abusive sex though, so she pulled away with a slightly disappointed sigh and turned away from him, heading for the door.



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Most women, when he whipped or spanked them, cried out, or screamed and tried to suck it up and endure the pain for his sake. Andie, however, let out moans every time the belt cracked against her sensitive skin and he couldn't help but love it. He loved that she was enjoying the pain as much as he was enjoying causing the pain. His wife let him spank her and get rough with her sometimes simply because she knew it got him off, but with Andie, it was getting them both off, making it that much better.

She held her ground for longer then he expected, staying quiet. It was pissing him off more and more, the longer she stayed quiet, so every time he brought the belt down, he hit her a little harder, knowing it was cruel but not caring. She clearly enjoyed it, or she'd be begging by now. As irritated as her silence was making him, he was actually rather impressed with how much she was able to take before she finally gave in.

By the time she finally spoke, her ass was essentially one big purple and black bruise from the base of her spine to the backs of her thighs. He'd given her no mercy whatsoever and had even cracked the belt between her legs once or twice, just to get her really worked up. “Fuck.” She finally breathed, when he whipped her for the millionth time and he smirked, knowing she was about to lose her composure and give up. The edges of the belt had cut into her skin in a few places, leaving a few scratches that were bleeding a little and he brought the belt back again, waiting for her to speak.

“I need you to desecrate me Mr. Ramsey.” She whined like she was practically starving for him and he smirked and lowered his raised arm, giving her a break for the first time in a while, wanting to hear her pleading. She let out a moan that made him almost painfully hard and his jaw clenched to keep himself from fucking her before she even finished begging. “Make me your dirty little slut. Make it hurt, please.” She begged softly, making him smirk. “Fuck me hard, so everyone knows what your doing to me.” She begged and he raised a brow.

His employees probably already knew exactly what he was doing to her. In the office, with how many times a day he fucked a secretary, it was no secret that he cheated on his wife. However, his staff had been picked and bribed carefully, so he knew, no matter how loud he got Andie to scream, no one outside of his office would ever know that Sebastian Ramsey was cheating on his wife with a prostitute and a killer.

As much as he wanted to continue whipping her, just to be cruel, Sebastian honestly couldn't wait any longer. As much as she wanted him, he needed her, so he just smirked and tossed the belt aside, slipping off his pants. Seb whirled her around and lifted her, using the window against her back to keep her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist and his hands reached back and gripped her raw, sensitive ass painfully tight. "That's a good girl." He groaned as he plunged inside of her without warning, and started fucking her ruthlessly, letting her know she'd more then earned it.

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Character Portrait: Andie Naess Character Portrait: Leona Augustine Character Portrait: Orson Ramsey Character Portrait: Sebastian Ramsey
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Oleander had never been with a man as purposefully ruthless as Sebastian was. She’d been with cruel men, the very man that Leona had killed had been brutally unforgiving with his sexual advances towards her and Leo. There was a difference though. Their foster father wasn’t aware how horrible he was, it was more of a demented sickness that resonated in that man and many other men. It was their lust for bad that drove them. With Sebastian, he knew right from wrong better then anyone else. He was a lawyer, yet his conscience seemed to play no part what so ever in his drive to have her. It was his power, his need for control that pushed him to this point. A different type of wickedness consumed him.

She braced herself for another whip across her angry, burning skin. She let out a disappoint sigh when it didn’t come, followed by the excitement that she’d pleased him enough that he’d finally fuck her. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep her composure. She wanted to tasted his lips, she wanted their bodies to be tangled together, she wanted to feel him move inside her.

Finally, he turned her around to face him and the hunger for her in his eyes, made her want him that much more. She was dying for his touch to make her feel alive. He lifted her up then, holding her body tight against the window with his own, she wrapped her legs around his waist like they were made to perfectly fit around his body. He hands gripped her bruised ass tightly, she moaned despite the wince that consumed her features. "That's a good girl." he groaned and she smirked.

He pushed into her and she let out a louder moan then the ones before. Sebastian as unlike any other man she’d ever been with. He was rough, brutal even, but beneath the surface of their dirty, raunchy sex. There was passion and sensuality that terrified her. He was relentless, he was controlling, and Andie couldn’t get enough of it. They fucked well into the early hours of the morning, trapped in their own world of designer drugs and illicit sex.

For the most part Andie could keep up with his violent sex, in fact she loved every second of it. However, when the morning started to close in, her body wouldn’t physically allow her to go any further. He’d been the first person to ever exhaust the nymphomaniac in her. She was typically the one that wanted to continue while everyone else was too tired. She wanted to stick around, wanted him to ask her to stay. She knew he wouldn’t though and she was already going to get shit from Arty and probably Leona for staying so long with him.

She’d barley managed to dress herself, she was too exhausted. She slipped her shorts back on, her wavy, waist length blue hair falling around her face as shaky hands buttoned her shorts. She pulled her jacket up onto her shoulders. She felt so hopelessly desperate to find a reason to stay. She sat on the edge of his desk as she zipped up her boots and looked up to meet his eyes. He’d been watching her get dressed and for a moment she thought she saw something in his eyes. Something that told her he didn’t want her to leave as much as she didn’t want to leave, but as soon as she’d seen it, it was gone.

She pulled the cigarette he’d given her away from it’s balanced place on her lips, blowing out a cool breath of smoke. She was staling, when she brought the cigarette to her lips once more taking a long drag. Her eyes just staring into his, a playful smirk tugged at her lips as if she was reassuring him that what had taken place between them was their dirty little secret. Finally, she hopped off the desk and walked up in front of him. She lend, her head back blowing out another breath of smoke towards the ceiling, before her hazel eyes came back to his blue ones.

“Thanks for the bruises.” She purred, her tone returning to its lazy, uncaring drawl that it always seemed to have. Like they hadn’t just fucked for several hours straight. Her body was burning and aching, but she pushed the pain down. “If you have a change of heart and what to seem me again…” she trailed off, putting the burning end of her cigarette out on her tongue before flicking it away. “Don’t look me up.” She winked before turning and slipping out of his office to quick for him to stop her.

She knew she had to look like she’d just been to hell and back. The bruises from where he’d spanked her had crawled down the back of her thighs and up her lower back, both of which were very visible. She’d text Arty on the elevator and his text back wasn’t exactly happy. She waited outside the building for Leona who Arty said should be coming down any minuet. She lend, against the side of the building, New York city starting to wake up and move around them. She lit another cigarette she’d stolen from Sebastian as she waited, making a point to shamelessly glare back at people who stared at her judgingly.




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Leona was perfect. She was just as dark minded as him. She was beautiful and she could handle his need to push and prod her. It was almost as if she got off on his abusive torture. Not to mention that he’d never honestly enjoyed sex before her. Her skin against his and her lips made him want to spend every single second of his life touching her and kissing every inch of her skin. She was everything he needed. She was everything he had to possess. When they finally finished his employees had long since left. The sky was starting to lighten and he had a full day of work ahead of him, an excuse to form as to why he hadn’t shown up to the Ramsey’s weekly family dinner, and a charity event to prepare for. As much as he wanted to spend the rest of the day causing more blood to surface from beneath Lola’s light-colored skin, he had shit to do.

Him having important stuff to do though, didn’t mean he wasn’t completely obsessed with her already. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone but himself. Him being obsessed with anything, let alone someone was a very bad thing. He could have gone his whole life without feeling the way he felt with Leo, but now that he’d felt it he wanted more of it. He didn’t want to give up that feeling.

It was silent as he cleaned himself up in his private office bathroom. Slicking his hair back into place, putting his tie back in it’ s place. When he stepped out of the bathroom he looked just as put together and collected as he had when Leona had first walked through the door nearly twelve hours earlier. She was as dressed as she could be after he’d cut her shirt off of her. The coppery taste of her blood still tantalizing his tongue. After he’d drawn blood, he’d run his tongue across her fresh cut. She didn’t seem as disturbed by his fucked-up fetishes as most girls did.

"Call me when you have a contract for me to sign daddy." she cooed, leaning up and kissing his lips with a soft moan, but he didn’t kiss her back. He didn’t kiss her back though.

It was as if they’d never fucked. He’d slipped back into his previous cold, stiff demeanor. Unwavering in his stoicness as she headed for the door, even though ever bit of his being was urging him to stop her, he knew he couldn’t. He licked his lips, pushing his hands into his pocket, once again seeming eerie in the way that he stood there and watched her walk to the door.

“Leona.” He breathed her name with a warning to his voice. “Remember what we talked about.” He reminded her pointedly. “No touching your girlfriend. No fucking Arty. No selling you body.” He breathed like it would be that easy for her, before she could try to argue or make excuses to why she’d have to break every one of those rules like he knew she would he spoke again, calmly but sternly. “Don’t argue with my darling.” His words were an order. “I have eyes everywhere if you slip I’ll know.” He warned. “You’ll get instructions soon, stay close to your phone.” He told her before gesturing with a slight nod of his head for her to leave.

Once she’d slipped out of the room he collected his things. He needed to clean himself up, which meat going home and facing Jun which was bound to be a shitshow. Then he’d have to call and apologize to his parents. With any luck his brother covered for his absence at last nights dinner. He pulled out his phone for the first time in hours ignoring the millions of notifications from Jun, his parents, other clients, as well as his sister-in-law and opened up his text conversation with his brother shooting him a quick text.

Hey. I got stuck at the office last night. How did dinner go last night? What did mom and dad say about me not being there?

Him and Sebastian were probably a little to loyal to their blue blooded, corrupt parents. Still, the brothers were more loyal to each other and he knew his brother well enough to know he’d help him out by offering up some kind of reason why he wasn’t there last night. If their was one thing that was inexcusable in his father’s eyes it was missing out on their once a week family dinner.