"Careful, I scratch and bite." Her face inches from his, patiently waiting for him to give in.
But, he doesn't give in, not yet. He takes one step closer and bends down to whisper in her ear, "you'll beg and crawl too.... I promise."
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Jisoo thinks she is better at keeping secrets than Henry is. Clearly. Because while he knows of her involvement - agreement, assistance, whatever they're calling it - he has no clue that she has been fucking Rome Moretti since the night they agreed upon the deal. You know the deal where he promised to give her every possible information to get his brother arrested in return she just have to buy him some time to get out of the country.
Currently, she is kneeling, her back against the wall and RM's hands in her hair. Currently, she is teasing him to within an inch of his life with her mouth and enjoying it. Currently, he is breathing her name and sounding absolutely undone.
She's always liked knowing she had power over him. This, however, is something entirely different. A drug and a high she's never quite been able to tap into no matter how hard she's tried with previous partners. And she certainly knows that part of it is this man. The mafia's most secretive and powerful and strategic player. She's able to reduce him to a murmuring beggar with a few swipes of her tongue. How could she not feel emboldened by that?
His hand tugs at her hair and he says a string of curses in at least three different languages and presses his hips forward. It makes Jisoo smile despite her current state.
She likes him. She likes those many sounds she's getting out of him.
It's been just a week, and she may have been a bit generous before when she said they'd been fucking all along. There was that night in her apartment where he went down on her until she felt like her bones were melting, then stayed long enough after they had sex that she was dozing off before whatever was tugging at his conscience had him rising to get dressed. And then there was another night when they'd met at a hotel room to discuss plans and put things into motion.
And now this. At his villa. Alone, because their little strategy sessions seem to only ever include them. Well, he sends messages through Henry now, too. She expected things to go this way. In fact, she thought he was only inviting her for sex in the first place. Seeing him in his office behind his desk and listening to him talk about plans was quite an unexpected (yet nearly embarrassingly effective) bit of foreplay.
They're at least in his bedroom. They made it this far before she pressed herself against his back and slid her hand down over the front of his pants when he paused to switch on the lights. Finding him half hard already let her know their time in his office did the same for him as it did to her.
"You should stop," he says, voice ragged, one hand now braced against the wall. When she looks up at him, he's staring down at her with dark eyes. She doesn't think he wanted to say the words. Who could blame him?
"Is that what you'd like?"
He grins, seeming to understand that he needs to be careful here. She hasn't decided if she'll torture him with denial if he says he doesn't want her to stop.
"What do you think?" he asks.
Well played.
Jisoo stands, but wraps her hand around him and god, the way he drops his head to her shoulder immediately is a rush.
