RIP (Roman Sionis x You)

Want more 'til there's nothing left

After everyone finished eating you all still sat there talking with you being awkwardly silent. It was hard to think straight with Sionis's hands working all over your thighs. He was thorough and harsh, you hoped he didn't leave bruises. When he got his hand up and around your buttcheek you're sure your face had turned red enough for everyone to notice. He pinches a little to hard and you let a short gasp escape your lips. Maroni doesn't seem to notice but as soon as you make the sound Sionis's hand is gone. 

        You thought this would make your mind work better but now you're even more focused on the absence of him. And why did he stop? Was he afraid he'd hurt you? Everything you heard about him was that he was a sadistic monster who took pleasure in other people's pain. You couldn't get your mind off why he shot those guards earlier either. Was it because they saw his face? If so then he should have shot you too. It made you think he cared about you... you couldn't allow that fantasy. How could you ever kill him then.

        Your thoughts are interrupted by one of Sionis's guards bending over to whisper something in his ear. You catch something said about a traitor and he excuses himself and exits out the back door. His guards follow and you're left with just your boss Maroni. He leans in and reaches his hands out to clasp yours between his.

        "Y/N my dear, how are you faring with that $h!tbag?" He asks with a look of concern on his face.

        "Not a problem yet. I have this in the bag." You say giving your boss a confident smile.

        "I know dear... but you know I like you. I want you to be careful. Don't get caught. And if he ever gets too aggressive just take him out then." Maroni sighs, "I know you're a tough cookie but...I ain't sure you've ever experienced someone like him."

        While what your boss is saying should scare you it instead excites you. 

        "How long until... you know. I finish him?" You ask forcing yourself to think different thoughts than your addicted mind wants you to think.

        "I've got a guy in Sionis industries. Leroy McCullins. He'll let you know when it's time." Maroni says shocking you.

        So Leroy didn't actually work for Sionis. This didn't comfort you. You already distrusted Leroy and now that you know he's tricky he unnerves you even more. 

        Maroni stands up and motions to his guards to follow him, "I'm gettin' outta here sweetheart. I don't wanna have to pretend to enjoy his company anymore." He pauses as he walks out turning to look you in the eye, "And Y/N, don't go out back with him. He's dangerous when he's angry."

        You sit there alone in silence for a few minutes and rub against where Sionis's hand had been. It's warmer there than in other places. You had always considered yourself a rational thinker. Someone who always made the right choice no matter what you or others wanted. You'd always followed your brain over the passions of your heart. But you were beginning to question that as you rose from your chair and headed to the back door. You had only just met him but you wanted to see him. Wanted his big hand hand on you. Your brain was clouded out completely by lust. You would fail this mission and die because of that. 

        When you got to the door you could hear someone spewing cuss words and the sounds of screams and wails along with heavy thumping and crashing noises. You could imagine the stoic face of the mask as he delivered blow after merciless blow. You wondered if when in that position you could see his eyes and the furious passion in them.

        Your uncontrollable desire to see his icy eyes alight with fire took control and like an idiot you opened the back door and slipped out to see a man in a pool of blood on the ground pleading through his tears as Black Mask slammed a spiked bat into his back and yelling at him to shut the %$#$ up. No one noticed you at first and you leaned down behind the recycling bin watching him. He cracked his neck and removed his suit jacket. Underneath was a light white button up that clung to his chest with sweat. It was... hot.