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.
“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.