Montana (Dark!Steve Rogers x OC AU)

6

Montana walked through the doors of the mansion, head still heavy and a little blearly after a night of drinking and hardcore sex. She probably smelt like it too considering she hadn't headed back to Mila's to shower. Thankfully, Jonah was too preoccupied with his business associates and transactions to even bother wasting his time on wondering where she was today.

Making for the stairs, the door to his study flew open and two of his men now hauled a bloodied and suited man from the room. His crisp white shirt speckled with the blood that trickled from his head and face. Jonah himself simply watched calmly as the man was taken out before he looked up to the staircase and saw his daughter looking down at him.

"I thought you said you weren't going to be doing anymore business here?" She questioned, this one being the first visitor in ages that had come here. Her father was a discreet man, but this? It must have been personal enough for him to deal with in the comfort of his own study.

"What I do is none of your concern" He said, "but you however..." now taking in her dishevelled form. "Need I ask about where you and Mila were last night?"

Montana glared down at him, mimicking his earlier words. "What I do is none of your concern - but I'm back aren't I? She didn't lead me astray like you always say you 'worry' about".

Jonah muttered something about daughters under his breath as he turned and walked back into his study, slamming the door so hard that she was sure that the whole house shook as a result.

No matter. He'd clearly not sent any men out to watch her movements, but she knew it would only be a matter of time before he pulled a stunt like it.

And if she were to see Steve again? Well, he'd probably ensure that it came to an end before anything had even begun.

Something was beginning though, it had begun last night and now as she took the most welcoming steamy shower, she could still feel him lingering on her skin. Like he'd invisibly marked her as his own.
Her hand traced down her stomach until it rested between her legs, closing her eyes and imagining Steve now dipping in and out of her body, worshipping every part of her with strong muscles and champagne laced kisses. It was no surprise when she came, the water now washing away and cleansing her of her 'sins'.

But oh how they had been delightful.

He had told her to expect a call by the end of the day - not that she was counting the minutes or anything, but regardless she checked her phone.

Nothing so far.

No matter.

Drying herself off and changing into the usual attire of loungewear, she almost jumped as her phone buzzed next to her, Mila's name now showing. "Has he called yet?" Were the first words that her friend asked.

"It's only been an hour". Montana noted

"Sure, but you could see just how pussy drunk that man was on you...then again you do have that affect on people..."

"Pussy drunk or not, give the man a chance. He's a businessman clearly, probably wrapped up in some work to even bother with his one nighter until later". She felt no shame in branding herself that for now, because she was adamant this wasn't staying at just one night.

Not if she had anything to do with it...

"I'm just excited for you that's all! He was gorgeous, like some carved god! You need to tell me everything!I only got a watered down PG rated version earlier. Give me the X rated stuff - I bet he was just too fucking delicious in bed".

Montana fell back amongst her pillows. "He literally had me against the wall...like, face between my legs as he held me up against the wall".

"Whaaaaaaat?" Her friend now said, "I've never heard or even thought that position was possible without breaking someone's neck or the ceiling being too low..."

"With him it's possible...tried and tested".

Mila chuckled. "No wondered you looked like shit this morning, but like I said before - pussy drunk. I bet he'll call within the next hour or two - oh shit! What if he's trying now?"

"I'd be able to tell idiot"

"Oh yeah, well anyway keep me updated. Oh, and did your dad give you the Spanish inquisition when you came home?"

Montana huffed. "Not as much as usual, but then again he was more focused on the man he'd just had beaten to shit in his study".

"Woah...he's doing business at home? He never does-"

"Business at home" Montana now said in unison with her. "I know, but I think this was more of a personal one. Either way the guy is still alive, I could've walked in on them taking him out in a body bag".

Mila winced. "You'd think that with half of all human life just turning to dust that people wouldn't like...kill people anymore? But they still do, and it's been years now".

"In dad's world? It still is the done thing. I'm not involving myself in that".

What Montana didn't realise currently was that she would be involving herself without even knowing it.

On getting off the phone with Mila, she went about her usual business. Watching trash tv, lunch and then yoga - although it was rare to try and self reflect when she had her father downstairs raging so loudly at his associates, that the whole house could hear. "Why couldn't you have been dusted instead of Mom?" She muttered to herself over the muffled angry voice coming from downstairs. "At least I could have had a quiet life".

As she closed her eyes and now tried to block out the noise and focus on her poses, she was once again interrupted by the phone - and this time it was the call that she had been waiting for.

Steve.

His voice sent a frenzied shiver of excitement through her as he now said her name in greeting.

"Montana..."