König's eyes analyzed you, gloved fingers drumming against his thigh.
"Excellent," he murmured, accent thick under his breath as he watched your discomfort increase.
"Now then," he said, taking a step closer to you-
Without warning, the soldier lunged forward, knocking the knife out of your hand with surprising speed and forcing you back against the cold steel of the table. His chest was heaving; face only inches from yours.
"You really thought you could take me?" he said derisively.
König tightened his grip on your shoulders, holding you steady against the table. His expression was dark and predatory, eyes fierce.
"You miss me, don't you schatz?" he whispered, tilting his head to the side slightly, the end of his sniper hood brushing against your chest.
The man's eyes mirrored the smirk hiding under his mask as he took a step back. "Don't worry," König said lowly. "I'll make sure we have plenty of time to catch up y/n."
With that, he reached down and picked up the knife you had dropped earlier. "That's more like it," he said sheathing the blade at his large waist.
"Now then, let's get you somewhere comfortable, ja?" He said reaching out, offering you a hand up from the table.
König's eyes widened slightly at your attempt to grab the knife back from him but he remained calm. "Now, now," he said, his voice low and threatening, almost sing-songy.
"What do you think you were going to do with that if you were able to get it away from me y/n?"
"I was going to slit your fucking throat," you said hissing through your teeth.
The Austrian chuckled darkly, his mask where you could guess his lips were, pulling into an amused grin. "That's the spirit."
You could feel the panic racing through you as König's predatory eyes locked onto your body, dark orbs tracing your curves from your feet up to the top of your head before slowly falling back down to meet your gaze.
Your eyes betrayed you as the fear you so desperately tried to hide from him began revealing itself. "That's it," a low growl resonated deep in his throat. His hand shot out suddenly, harshly grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him with surprising strength.
"Get off me! I told you to never touch me again," you spat but your words lost their bite as your body melded into his large frame and the smallest gasp escaped your lips.
He caught that-
König's eyes flashed with a mixture of desire and possession as he took your venomous words as a challenge. He spun you around, bending you over the worktable.
"You still like it rough mein liebling?"
"Fuck you," the words that fell from your lips were as bitter as you could muster but you felt your resolve crumbling while you were forced under him.
König's eyes narrowed as he pressed you against the table, pinning you there with his body heat, fingers digging into your hips. "Don't push me y/n," he warned, though there was a hint of arousal in his voice.
"I'll kill you if you touch me," you said weakly, your body unconsciously pressing backwards into him, gravitating to his heat.
Konig chuckled darkly, his hand sliding up your thigh possessively. "Is that so?" he murmured before leaning down, sniper hood brushing over your back as his large almost seven foot frame loomed over you. His other hand slid between your legs, fingers finding their way to your covered warmth effortlessly.
