𝐶𝑂𝑅𝑅𝑈𝑃𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝐻𝐸𝑅

𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐟

Renata's eyes stayed on the tv screen that had the security footage of the club, her arms crossed over her chest as she continued to indulge in the moves her favourite blonde was doing.

Swinging around the pole upside down, her legs separated into a split as she continued to spin, the white lights were staying on her as she spun so sensually, Renata had wished to be at the front of the barricade and stare in awe there. Pfft, wish, she will be doing exactly that.

Never once has she felt so captivated by someone moving their body in a slow sensual way with a beat to replica her movements. Moving with grace, her mouth salivated as she put it on full screen rather than the mini, her body moving closer to it.

Renata wanted her so badly, to fuck her until the morning and keep her at her side twenty-four seven, to feel her physical touch every second.

This wasn't love that Renata was feeling, it was obsession to have and control the blonde vixen, have her as her little pet to tease and torture, to release her stresses. Though at the same time, the idea of love never bothered her, she was open to it despite how it might be useless.

She didn't need such thing in her lifestyle, it was purely a distraction that would prevent her from wrecking havoc — last thing she needed was a nagging whore in her ear complaining about what she was doing, and the violence of it all. Magnolia wasn't a whore to Renata, merely a sex symbol and a shiny object that she was awaiting to unbox and play with.

Oh to play with such a beauty only played out in her deep, dark imagination, where she had the mind bound and ready for her own source of pleasure. All with consent of course, Renata is many things, but a rapist is not one. For her, Magnolia has to beg.

Submit to her.

Her thoughts just ran wild with the sexual scenarios, she could feel herself growing wet from such images and wishing for a slut to be giving her what she desired to distract her from the blonde who was undoubtably off limits.

Curse her brother. Curse her mother. Curse the whole fucking family that met Magnolia before Renata did. She was late, very late, though at least Xaviera hadn't dug her claws in there. Knowing her, she would've fucked her minutes after meeting her, at least Renata had some sort of sense.

A knock was heard at the door, she lit up a cigarette and invited them in. In all his glory, Cillian walked in, a folder in his hand and an unlighted cigarette in the other. "Here's the file you wanted, the four that ran the gang in your place truly, nearly, ruined its position here. Shipment after shipments have been taken, millions of US dollars worth of drugs has vanished so we've been losing money. People have been taking a while to pay for what they been sold. Victor is on the job of hacking into their phones and it's not looking good, the security on it is incredibly tight, and you're not gonna like what I say next.."

Renata was already growing frustrated at his words, her anger rising as she puffed on the one thing that was suppose to calm her down, only for it not to do the one thing it's suppose to. She didn't say anything, waiting for him to speak however she was uncertain she wanted to give the fact she began sighed and lighting his cigarette, sitting in the chair opposite her desk and plopping the file onto her growing stack of papers.