Fifty Shades Of Lyon [REWORK]

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Next Day

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Violet released a strained moan while Elijah sucked on her bottom lip. Her head was tilted back, spine arched, and her thighs being gripped tightly by him. His other hand was secured around her throat, restricting some of her breathing for the time being.

Her hair had stuck to her sweaty face, and she could feel her the skin of her backside slapping against him. The pleasure was satisfying her, but her cuts from the other day were currently burning from sweat and reopening. They left a rather darkened mark due to the accumulation of gashes.

This, however, did not stop Elijah. To him, these were simply normal. As much as he berated her for doing it, it didn't bother him enough to act concerned about it. buts on the side of her thighs, the inner, her torso, and her arms along with fresh bruises stained her body.

These bruises, dark purple and swollen, were given to her last night. Violet was too blinded to think about it in detail at the moment, but her body felt each and every memory.

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Night Before

TW: DV

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Violet scurried towards the front door, scooting so fast in her heels they could be heard on the pavement. She entered the loft, and quietly but swiftly removed her shoes. She sat down her keys, and immediately went into the kitchen to begin to prepare a meal.

"I'm home...!" She called. Although, when Elijah came from upstairs she wasn't greeted with a hug or a kiss. Instead, he was clapping. Applauding in a slow and menacing way, matched with a sinister grin to match the tone.

Violet gulped, goosebumps beginning to raise on her stomach in an instant. He did this as he walked down the stairs, then stopped at the last step and watching her.

"Well played, babe." He said. Violet turned around slowly, as if any sudden movements would ignite a larger fire within him. "W-what are you talking about?" She asked him innocently. "What am I talking about? Your after work fuck." He said.

Violet sighed hesitantly. "Elijah, I told you...we are only coworkers. I don't have feelings for him and he doesn't have any for me- Save it, Violet." He said. "I'm packing my bags, preparing to leave, trying to go off and do something good for the both of us and this is the thank you I get. You're so hard to please, you've settled for fucking your boss." Said Elijah. "I'm not..." Violet mumbled.

Violet looked down at her feet. "You go to work to help pay the bills here, not anything else. I should have to go off to do service and worry about you opening your goddamn legs for other guys. You saw what happened today. Do you honestly expect me to believe you? He got in my face and demanded that you stay with him at work like he owns you and you- Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He screamed, punching the wall beside him. She nearly jumped out of her skin, holding her head up in alert.

"You stood there and watched him talk to me like that...!" He continued. He started to walk up to her, and her expression began to look like a sob. "I-I didn't want him to fire me- oh god, stop with the crying, already." He said, smirking foolishly. She backed completely against the counter as he approached.