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Rook is sent to her room in the attic of De Riva house but Livia still stands in Viago’s office with her arms crossed. There is no thought left in her to think about hiding the boobs that are currently spilling out of her leather top as Viago sits behind his desk and starts checking off his notes. She purses her lips and taps her foot against the ground waiting for him to finally pay her attention.
This frustration has been building inside of her for months now. Viago cut in almost every time she wanted to go out with Rook or send her friend out on contracts when they already had plans. As if Livia could be a bad influence to a literal assassin.
She bit her lip to keep her words in and leaned against the wall next to the open door. In all honesty it was kind of hot how he ignored her. It only heightened the anticipation of their fight.
“You are allowed to go home, Arainai,” Viago says. The last name is a dead give away he’s annoyed with her. It’s serious and unlike every time he addresses her as Rook’s friend.
“Don’t do that. You don’t get to dismiss me, you’re not the head of my house.”
“But I am the fifth talon.” He looks up and his gaze stutters on her chest before lifting to her shrewd eyes.
Livia rolls her eyes, pushes the door and walks closer. It bounces in the frame. She invades his personal space when she squeezes between him and the desk. Her ass rests on the edge of it. The leather jacket shifts down her shoulders and the top stretches when she leans her hands back on the desk.
Viago leans back in his chair to avoid touching her. His eyes took her in and if he hadn’t been frowning he now would be. “That is what you wear on a contract?”
She chuckled and stretched out a leg. Her calf brushed past his but her frustration was growing. Who was he to lecture her on her job? He didn’t know anything about seduction. About sex. “Sometimes. Right now it’s what I wear when I go to have fun. Something Rook should be allowed to have.”
“Who are you her mother?” Viago leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. He had to look up slightly to face her.
“You are not her father either. How is she supposed to fall in love, or god forbid fuck someone if you keep grounding her here. She needs to be out there and meet people. Network or something.”
“I don’t think warming the bed of every available crow can be called networking.” Viago scoffed and he stood up. He was taller than her and even fully covered, head to fingertip, she could see his muscles tense. Was she stronger than him? If he decided she was more trouble than she was worth, could she win?
She scowled at him. “I’ll let you know that I get paid very well to warm those beds, Viago.”
His upper lip curled. He twirled a gloved finger in the air. “Turn around.”
“What? No. I’m not done complaining about how you ruined my night because you can’t stand that Rook may have a life outside of you.” Livia stood up. Her breasts pressed against him and she poked his chest with her pointer finger. She was playing with fire, she knew it.
“I said turn around.” His right hand latched onto her bicep and his left around her hip before he forcefully turned her until she was facing the desk. Sound from the hall filtered in through the partially open door.
“Maker, Viago what are you?” Livia stepped back and bumped into him. His hard member pressed against her lower back and she stiffened in his arms.
Was he… into her defiance?
This shouldn’t be a surprise. Livia prided herself on being everyone’s type. Viago being lumped into that group shouldn’t come as a surprise. Still, she could work with this. Slowly she gyrated her hips against him until he hissed and pushed her over the desk. One of his hands curled around the back of her neck. Her ass was still pressed against him.
He leaned over her until his weight pressed against her back. “Can you for once follow my orders and go home?”
His breath brushes across her bare back as he hisses the words at her. It’s a rare display of control that’s not normally necessary.
Livia struggles in his grasp but he doesn’t budge and he has the upper hand. The leather of his glove is cold against her damp neck and she’s stuck between a desk and a very hard place.
“I don’t think you want me to go home, Viago.” She knows she’s putting on a voice, it’s second nature at this point, but she’s twenty-two and an arguably, incredibly, handsome and powerful man is pressing her down and rubbing his dick on her. “I think we both want the same thing.”
“You don’t know anything.” His beard burns as it scratches along her skin and he inhales deeply.
Livia’s mind goes blank for a second. How dare he. She pushed against the deck to try and dislodge him but his hands circle around her wrists and he stretches her arms above her head.
“Behave Livia or I will poison you.”
“You wouldn’t have to poison me if you would just fuck me.” She shouldn’t say it. Shouldn’t tempt him into sleeping with her but it’s too late the words have left her mouth and she’d be lying if she wasn’t intrigued at Viago’s hidden power. There was a reason why he was the fifth talon and she’d always wanted to press all his buttons.
Her hands wrap around the edge of the desk and she pulls herself up further. Viago gives her the room to turn on her back before slotting back between her legs and securing her in place again. One of his hands takes both her wrists and his other latches onto the strip of bare skin at her waist. Effectively pinned he looks down on her. The inches between their faces was almost close enough to touch.
“I promise I’m free of toxins, grass fed diet and all that.”
Viago scoffs and his hands slide to the tie of her leather pants. “I will have to see for myself how dangerous you are.”
He lets go of her wrists and glares when she moves until she clenches them around the edge of the desk again. He nods and his hand trails down her arm and side until he can grip the waist of her pants and slowly inches them down her legs. They were molded to her skin but the torturous pull of him only heightens the anticipation in her.
She lifts her hips to help him and he slides her underwear along. Her bare cheeks land on the solid wood desktop.
Viago removes the knives in her boots, the ones on and in her pants before folding and putting all of them on his chair. It was such a Viago thing to do that Livia had a hard time keeping the smile from her face.
He shook his head and put his hands on her thighs to wrench them further apart. He slid to her ankles and took them before placing both her feet on his desk as well.
It was a good thing she’d stretched that morning or it would hurt.
The buttons on her top were the next thing for him to fiddle with. His nimble fingers loosened them and brushed her top to the sides. His gloved hands brushed lightly over her nipples before he grabbed her breasts and squeezed.
She moaned and he smacked his hand against her thigh. “Be quiet before someone comes looking.”
“Did I look like I care?” She arched her back into his hold.
Viago spanks her again. “You will when I tell your guildmaster you killed a crow in my home.”
Her next moan was decidedly more quiet. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I think you overestimate how much I care for you.”
“Good, then neither of us will have problems never talking about this to anyone ever again after tonight.”
“Agreed.” His hand wandered down her body and slipped past her thigh and in between them. His gloved fingers pushed her underwear to the side.
“Agreed.” The word pitched up at the end as he pushed one leather clad finger straight into her. There was no preamble, no warning, no teasing or play. He went straight in and she keened. It was a pathetic noise but she couldn’t think as she stretched around his single digit.
Her gaze was soft as she looked at him. His free thumb rubbed over her bottom lip before he slipped two fingers inside of her mouth followed by an extra finger in her wet heat. “If you can’t keep quiet, I will make you.”
Livia slipped her tongue between his fingers as he pumped his fingers in and out. He wrenched her head back and she could see shadows passing by in the hall. If any of them saw, if any of them told Rook, Livia wasn’t sure their friendship could survive this but the way Viago explored her and the thumb that rubbed steady circles on her and when he crooked his fingers, now three, inside of her.
She choked on his fingers as her body convulsed. The fire that had been stoked in her stomach exploded into a million sparks that travelled from her pussy to her toes and all the way back to her head. It was empty enough that she hadn’t even noticed that Viago had slipped his fingers out of her to walk to the door until she heard the lock click in place.
“Thanks,” Livia says as she crawls off the desk. Her top hangs open still and the cool evening air brushes her nipples.
Viago shakes his hair as he turns around. “I’m not done with you. If I only have you for one night, I want the entire night.”
He walks her way and picks up her clothes before walking to his wall. With the click of a button one of his bookshelves turns and opens to a servant's passage. “Can’t have you soil my good name by walking around naked.”
“Oh, Viago,” she says as she walks past, swaying her hips. “You don’t understand. I’m a status symbol, most people can’t afford me.”
-*-*-
His room is cooler than the office was and every corner of it was cleaned to perfection. Livia would’ve appreciated it more but there wasn’t any time.
Viago put her clothes down and descended upon her. His right glove was sticky as they grabbed her and pulled her against him. For the first time that night his lips were on hers, teeth clashing, lips smashing but Livia grabbed him too.
Her hands had a hard time finding purchase on his skin tight leathers but it was worth it as she kissed him back. With her hands on both sides of his face she took control of the kiss. She kissed him with the knowledge that this was her only chance at him. There would never again be a night like this and she would take full advantage of it.
They kissed like it was a fight with their lives on the line. They kissed like the ground was pulled from under their feet. Like they were a fire and the only way to keep burning was to consume each other.
Viago pushed the top off her shoulders and it dropped to the floor next to her. Next were her panties.
It didn’t matter how much control Livia thought she had when he pushed her to her knees and pulled his cock free from his pants. Still fully dressed, hands still wrapped in gloves. It set off another round of frantic energy.
He pulled her chin down with his thumb until her mouth dropped open. She looked up at him and he groaned as he shoved his dick into her mouth. He wasn’t gentle with it, and hadn't been with her for the entire night. She could handle it, he knew she could.
Tears lined her lashline as he fucked her face mercilessly. In and out, her lips wrapped around her teeth and his cock. Her mouth stretched around him and for once she was almost silent. No smart words or nagging, bratty voice to tell him what all he was doing wrong for his own sister.
He
was in charge.
He
made the decisions. If
he
wanted to keep Rook safe he could. If
he
wanted to fuck Livia until the sun rose he damn well could.
He groaned and his hips stuttered once before he pulled her off. His hand was wrapped in her arm and he yanked her upright. She followed and when he kissed her the salty taste of his precum lingered on his tongue.
His cock was painfully hard as he pushed her until the back of her knees hit the bed. She dropped down and crawled over it before she crooked a finger at him.
There was no world in which he would listen to Livia’s commands. He walked around the bed and one by one he dragged sets of chains from under the bed. Left hand, left ankle, right ankle, right hand.
Livia tested the cuffs and Viago was satisfied when he saw she could barely move an inch. He crawled between her legs, his hands slid up her legs before he smacked the inside of her thighs. Once, twice, three times. A red hand bloomed on her supple flesh as he watched.
She bit her lip to keep from screaming. Rook’s room wasn’t far away now and any sound that was uncharacteristic would tip her off.
Viago drags a gloved finger through the wet of her vagina before putting it in his mouth he hums before doing it again and bringing the finger to her mouth instead. She sucks on it and moans at her taste mixed with the leather.
He takes possession of her in a kiss and puts his entire body weight on top of her. She moans and wiggles in the restraints but there’s nowhere to go. He reached between them and abuses her clit for a minute until she bites his neck and he lets go of her in favor of pushing the head of his cock against her entrance.
The stretch is delicious and she muffles her keening noise against him as he pushes hard into her. His clothed hips snap against her. One of her moans echoes around the room and he lifts up on his knees before he smacks her in the face and grips her chin. She clenches around him and he smirks. “So you like being treated like the whore you are.”
“Please, Viago, harder.”
He slaps her again, her other cheek so the pretty red matches on both sides, before continuing with a newfound fervor.
He stills for a second and circles his fingers where she’s stretched around him. He pulls out a little and when he pushes back in he adds a finger.
Tears roll down Livia’s cheeks at the stretch and a small bead of blood shows on her lip as she bites it to keep from screaming. It’s delicious and rough and it was exactly how she expected him to fuck her.
Viago didn’t let up until her legs were shaking, her back was arched from the mattress and the kohl around her dark eyes was thoroughly smudged.
She comes a second time before his hips stutter and he follows her down the edge.
He’s not the type to collapse on top of her and cuddle until the sun starts shining but even after he pulls out he makes no move to release her from her binds.
His footsteps are loud around the room and she has to crane her neck to see him clean himself up.
She clears her throat. “I think you’re forgetting someone.”
Viago looks over with a predator’s smile. “You’re forgetting who I am. I said the full night. As you can see through the window that isn’t yet over.”
-*-*-
Livia puts on her clothes as Viago stretches out on top of his covers. He looks as tired as she feels but neither of them intended for her to stay in the morning. The sun was rising in the east and Livia was bound for her own home, bed, and a couple hours of sleep. The whole shebang.
He sits up on his elbows as she reaches for the door to the old servant’s hall. “Isn’t it more inconspicuous if you leave across the rooftops?”
“And risk running into Rook? No, I think I’ll take the front door. Let Rook know I’m picking her up tonight. We’re going dancing without your interference.”
The door closes behind her and when she’s out in the sun, her face tilted to the light she tells herself two things.
One, Rook can never find out about this and two, Viago de Riva is an amazing lay.