Brass Knuckles Are Clutched In Her Hand, Every One Of Her Punches Landing With All The More Force. The

she should feel far too exposed under the table like that, but instead all she feels is power. she knows that not a damn one of them could touch her while she was like this, couldn't make a move on her now that it was clear that she and elijah were the most dangerous people in this room. she sucks happily on his cock as she listens to the mens pleas for mercy, their agreement to his terms in return for it. she smirks around him, releasing his cock from her mouth as she climbs up his body, hands on his shoulder as she lines up his cock and sinks down on it with a quiet moan. "can't we just kill them, baby? it's so much more fun." she rocks her hips against his, looking over her shoulder to smirk at the rest of them.

elijah just let out a pleased hum as she slowly bobbed her head, winding his fingers into her dark locks as his gaze remained cold and impartial as he glanced at the other men around the table. as boring as business was, he couldn't deny the fact he was getting off on showing off how one of their most prized members was now so willing to get on her knees for him. it made listening to their pathetic offer of reconciliation slightly more bearable. "i hope you didn't think you could buy my forgiveness with money. to be frank i already have more than you could ever dream of offering me." elijah stated. "what i will accept is territory, your east side is blocking what would be a direct path for my suppliers to transport through. give me that, and i'll stop the counter attacks."

he squeezes her thigh, sliding his hand upwards to grip her jaw delicately as he turns his head to meet her gaze. "you're mine now. just mine. but that makes me yours too." he's not ready to admit the depth of his feelings for her, knows that the end of her marriage and leaving her children was still too fresh for her for them to delve into that. for now though, he's happy just enjoying the fun they were having. "yeah, darlin'. wanna feel that gorgeous mouth of yours." a grin spreads across his face, relief sliding down his spine at the feel of her unbuckling his jeans, her soft hand on his cock. his hand cards though into her hair, gripping just tight enough that it doesn't hurt as he encourages her forward. "hope you're ready to get that pussy pounded every day, ma. i'm gonna be having you every damn night."

Even the simple gesture of his hand on her thigh helped her relax even more with this life changing decision. All of this was going to be different but she had faith that Dante would keep his word. "Good because now I'm your complete responsibility. Of course I'll take care of you." She grinned reaching over to squeeze his thigh in return. "Oh yeah? Want a little road head?" She grinned turning herself towards him more not hesitate to undo his jeans reaching for his cock. Already she was wondering how she was going to fill her days. Not that she would mind going along with him for his business. At the same time she knew her main purpose of being with him was based on sex. Which wasn't all bad considering he was the best fuck she's had in a long time. "Looking forward to coming home and finding me ready for you? No more sneaking around either. Lots of possibilities."

he nods his head at the little information she has to go off, thankful for the fact that he has plenty of contacts good at hacking and tracking people down to try and find holly and her mystery man. "i'll look into it." he snorts when she punches the pillow, amused at her annoyance when it came to her sister's husband. he watches her carefully as she moves closer, eyes closing under her touch for a brief moment before opening them again, meeting her own as their foreheads press together. he sighs quietly, moving one of his hands up to hold her wrist gently. "i can't make you any promises, either. i don't know if i can find her or if she's gonna be in a good situation. i'll look though. i'll get all of my people on it." he turns his head to kiss her palm, heart softening at her confession. it's then that he presses away the pillow wall, arm wrapping around her waist and drawing her into his chest. "i really fucking want you, harriet. gonna keep showing you as much until it sticks."

Although it seems she has moved on from the conversation about her sister Harriet can't forget the last thing he said. "He was a criminal, that's all I know. She wouldn't tell me anything else. Frankly I didn't want to know. It was her personal business and the less I knew the less likely I was to tell her shitbag husband. Because I would have just to piss him off." She sighs punching one of the pillows before turning to face Tomas. Considering his attraction to her she knew this was total manipulation but when it came to Holly she would do anything to just know she was alive at this point. "Tomas," she started before reaching to take his face in her hands pressing their foreheads together. "If you find my sister and somehow find a way for me to see her in person," she sighs closing her eyes briefly. "I can't promise anything but it would mean the world to me." She feels her eyes fill with tears again just at the thought of seeing Holly. "It will definitely thaw my cold fucking heart though. Too many people have just left me - now I have issues and baggage. You really want all of that, because that's all of me."

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 … maverick & isabelle ( @vicedmuses )

she looks like the cat that got the cream as she sits at their island table, cup of tea delicately placed in her hand as she waits for him to get home. there had been a time when she first met him where she'd been concerned about him being a cop, her own line of work hardly aligning with the usual ideals off a man in uniform. she'd married him when she realized just how alike they really were, both willing to bend the rules to suit them. her smile widens when she hears the door open, turning to face him. "did you get my gift, darling?" she hadn't been too thrilled when she'd stopped by his office for breakfast to find one of the stupid little interns flirting with her husband. it had only taken one call to have her dealt with, smugness settled in her chest at such a fact.

me while plotting: let’s do a slow burn thing with them!! just imagine the angst and the journey they go through before becoming a couple!! i’m so excited!!

me literally four fucking days later: so do u want me to write the starter for their wedding or do u wanna do it

Notting Hill (1999) dir. Roger Michell

it helps pull her out of her rage at the man before them when his fingers touch her cheek. she steps forward until she can pull the brass knuckles off and place them on the counter, softer hands finding his chest and splaying there as her gaze rises to meet his own. "i don't know how they could have possibly thought that threatening our kids is what would make us soft." she scoffs, though as he continues to speak her mouth tugs upwards into a smile, fingers curling in his shirt as she hums. "i missed this too. wasn't sure when we were gonna get back to it with the babies, but i love doing this with you." one hand moves up, stroking gently across his jaw. "i love knowing that whenever there's a threat, we can always rely on each other to take care of it."

Although it was under frightening circumstances there was some excitement in working this kind of job with his wife. While he did more dirty jobs than her it was kind of a turn on to see her in her element. When they learned about the threat to their children it was something they certainly didn't react to calmly. "It's okay," he smiled reached to cup her cheek brushing away some splattered blood with his thumb. "I'm just glad Ray found this guy for us. If anything it's going to send a message that having kids hasn't made us soft rather it's made us even more dangerous. You know, I missed this. Us working together. Not how I wanted us to get back into things but in this career if you wanna call it that, there aren't many things we get to control. I'm just glad I'm doing it with you."