She could feel his eyes running along her body like sheād never felt anyone elseās eyes on her. She was used to people looking at her. If it wasnāt for her looks, it was for the way she dressed, or the color of her hair, or because theyād 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 peopleās eyes lingering on her, but his eyes were intense even when she wasnāt 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 didnāt 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 heād 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 couldnāt 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 wouldnāt take much for him to take the control back. Both her and Leona were small girls, they were easily overpowered, but that didnāt mean by any means they were weak, their crimes were proof of that.
She lend up on her toes, despite her heels she still wasnāt as tall as him. Her lips flirted with his, her hazel eyes looking up into his piercing blue ones. āIāll make up for old man drink.ā She whispered against his lips, a playful grin on her lips. āOn one condition, you remember Iām not a princessā¦ā 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. āIām the fucking queen.ā 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 heād fuck a good number of women. However, she wasnāt sure heād ever fucked a nymphomaniac.
Orson was a complicated man, with one dark layer after another. Just when you thought youād 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 youād 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 theyād 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 sheād 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. Heād only trained one other person in his life, his ex-Lauren, but theyād kept their weird slave/master relationship strictly confined to the bedroom. This would be different, sheād be his full time. He wasnāt 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 Laurenās never had and Junās 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 heād never felt and he wasnāt 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 didnāt 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. Heād have to have one of his secretaryās 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.
āYouāll sign later.ā He breathed simply as if she didnāt have a choice, like even though he didnātā 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 didnāt 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 heād let actual feelings for her take hold and he wasnāt 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 didnāt start fucking her just yet.
āYouāve been a good little girl so far.ā 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. āYou want to beg for me?ā he asked casually.