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.
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.