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✪ John Blake
It shall be done.
Next time I have him in my grasp I’ll see how he likes the feel of jagged metal on his face.
Talia’s lips curled upwards in a sneer before he struck her, her hair tugged on his fingers again and she can’t help but cry out as he ruts against her.
She gasps slightly, her body going into autopilot and pushing her rear back against him.
“Get off of me.” She growls regaining composure, regaining character and kicking him awkwardly, her heels jabbing into his shins. Her hands come up to tug at his wrists before she finally goes to her skirt unfastening it quickly, wriggling free of his hold of her and tumbling forward hands grabbing at the bed - her tights ripping in his hands as he does- before she turns around, a smug smile of victory is flashed at him. The smile is definitely more Talia than Miranda and so she soon turns back into glaring at him.
But the challenge is still in her gaze.
She is determined to have him work for his prize.
He gasped out, feeling the skin on his shin graze, but the pain vanished almost as soon as it came, who’d have thought the gift she’d given him would be such a hindrance on her in their game. He rolled off the bed standing up straight full of confidence, staring her dead in the eye as he positioned himself between her and the exit.
“Now, now, a lady should not be violent.” He mocked taking a step towards her, forcing her into the corner, shrugging slightly at her.
“Though you should remember, I have no problem killing you Miss. Tate, you have the choice, dying here and now, by the hands of a beast, or do as I say and you can live long enough for you’re little boyfriend to save you and this decedent city.” He stood over her, hand slowly gripping her wrists as his eyes remained glued to hers.
Talia watched him closely her lips forming into a thin line.
“And a man should not force a woman into his bed.” She enjoys playing this character, the haughty Miss Tate ever righteous. “But that hasn’t stopped you.” She watches him with unamused eyes, pulling against his hands, her blood is pumping so loud in her ears she can hardly think, let alone calculate Miranda’s next move.
Her leg bend up coming in between them foot pressing into his stomach and trying to push him back from her but he is a mountain over her and unlike Talia, Miss Tate has no formal training.
“Oh I would let go, my ‘little’ boyfriend sure does have a mean streak.” There’s a smile to her lips as she speaks, her mind referencing the hulking monster of a man in front of her instead of the millionaire playboy condemned to the pit.
“But I am not a man…” he growled leaning over her, hand pulling her leg to the side, away from the plate of amour that covered his torso. “…I am a monster, with a steak meaner than any you have seen before!” his voice was an oddly triumphant snarl as he lifted her leg higher than it should have been, hooking his arm around her other leg, quickly turning to throw her on the bed, he enjoys the scene for a moment, his mistress forced on her back as he towered over her.
“Next time you try to escape I will break your leg.” he promised kneeling on the bed, entwining his rough fingers in her hair, pulling her body to lay straight as he climbed onto the bed.
The free hand stroking down her cheek.
“He certainly has a good taste in women though…” he pondered, his hand slowly sneaking down her neck to her chest, grasping roughly at her breast though her clothes.
“I certainly wouldn’t throw Ms. Kyle out of bed.” He teased, feeling the need to use her own little tricks on her.
She shudders at his threat, head tilting back and trying to prevent him from pulling her hair so tight.
The muscles in her legs burn at the awkward angle he pulls her into, her back arches awkwardly and she hits against him with her fists. A hard slap cracks against the exposed skin of his upper cheek trying to writhe out of his hold but only managing to push her self against against his hardening member under his trousers -an accident of course-
“and then tell me” She pants, eyes glaring up at him coldly. “Oh dear monster, why you have not dragged her here in my place.” Jealously flashes in her eyes as she spits her words.
Her hand come sup to his trying to rip it away from her chest.
Her tiny thin hands have very little effect on Banes as he tightened his grip, hoping the pain would deter her further, but knowing the Talia hiding beneath this mask would not be stopped so easily.
His free hand grabbed hers, pinning it above her head as his hand snuck it’s way under her clothes.
"Isn’t it obvious? A socialite is much easier to catch than a cat burglar." He snarled, his grime-y nails pinching her soft nipple.
"I’ve only chosen you because you were easier." His odd voice was a growl as his hand grabbed the inside of her top, ripping it open to leave her pale flesh on show.
I will do it, I’ll just probably hurt them…
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