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Power Play - Part 2

A/N: Remember that time Billy stole you away from your date who just so happened to be his bitter business rival that he just so happened to have beat out for a very important contract? (if not, refresh your memory here) See what happens when Billy makes a power play... and finds out he’s not the only one playing games.

Warning: its just a smut, like all of it is a smut

Word Count: 4,260

His hand was on your thigh the entire ride, thumb squeezing into the skin below the hem of your dress to emphasize his intention. The thrill of the evening, the quiet power of the engine, and Billy’s temporary claim on you were all contributing to the heady rush that you felt. With a tight turn, he pulled into his building’s garage, expertly slotting the Wraith into its designated spot before killing the ignition. The hum dissolved into silence though you could still feel it pulsing through your body. He turned to look at you, eyes indistinguishable from the darkness that you sat in. I’ve never seen eyes that black. He ran his palm higher up your thigh, dipping under the tight material, fingertips brushing the lace edges of your underwear. Actions to match.

“Did he buy you this dress?” He asked, a glint shining in his black irises. You nodded and a bright white grin erupted on his face. Your lips fell open as he flexed his fingers in another squeeze. Leaning over the console, he growled into your ear. “Hope you don’t plan on wearin’ it again, not after tonight.” He didn’t wait for a response, quickly extracting himself from the car, fingertips leaving your thigh only at the last possible second. You looked down at your leg, moving the purple fabric aside, and half expected to see the outline of his hand or the distinct patterns of his fingerprints emblazoned onto your flesh. No, I won’t be wearing this again, but I have a feeling I’ll be wearing you on my way out of here, Billy. Before you could let your mind wander about the kinds of marks Billy would leave behind for Jacob’s benefit, the same hand that just claimed you as his prize was being offered to help you from your seat.

You yanked your hem back down and placed your palm in his, watching as his fingers clasped around your hand. Letting him pull you out of the car, you used your free hand to smooth a piece of hair away from your eyes which you’d had trained on him from under the errant strand. “Thanks,” you lit a small spark in the form of a lifted cheek, and watched the flame jump and catch as his tongue flicked to the corner of his mouth and he released your hand.

“My pleasure.” Billy pushed the door closed behind you, the heavy metallic thud sending an echo through the concrete columns of the garage. He took a step toward you, one arm still outstretched and connected to the sleek black body of the Rolls Royce, effectively pinning you between himself and the car. Just where I want you.

You pressed your shoulder blades back against the cool glass window behind you, inviting him closer with a slow bat of your lashes. “It will be,” you purred as he took the bait and closed the distance, hips beating his hands in a race to your body. The promise of just how much pleasure was pressed against your thigh, and you wiggled your hips to adjust your position. Billy hissed against your throat, caught slightly off guard as your adjustment pushed his hard length between your legs and your hands found their way under his suit jacket.

“That so?” the predatory grin that he wore somehow made him more attractive, lacking the slime and sneer that the same expression would drip with on Jacob’s face. Sure is. You nodded as his greedy hands gathered what they could of your dress before dropping down to gather your ass instead. Teeth biting into your bottom lip you tilted your chin upwards, daring him to continue. “I dunno, sweetheart,” there was no sugar in his tone, only poison as he moved one hand up to toy with the diamond chandeliers that hung from your earlobes. “Think there’s gonna be plenty pleasure to go around,” he leaned in until you could feel his breath on your cheek, the bridge of his nose pressed to your temple. You bit deeper into your lip to keep the almost involuntary whimper from escaping as he tugged you away from the car and fully into his body. “I just gotta get you upstairs.”

You let our eyes roll back for the briefest of seconds while you were hidden in the lapel of his jacket, inhaling through your nose in hopes that increased oxygen would help you keep a clearer head through all of this. But your plan backfired as the subtle spice of his cologne only intoxicated you further until you found yourself wondering if the scent was only on his clothing or if you’d be able to breathe it from his skin, too. Stop it, focus, you’re in control. You swallowed those thoughts and doubled down, tracing your fingernail around the button in the center of his shirt. You could feel his warmth through the fine fabric and it nearly caused you to collapse back into him but you kept your will. “That’s a lot of talk, Mr. Russo. I think I’m going to need a demonstration before I feel comfortable with the claims you’re making.”

Billy’s eyes flashed at the challenge. Just as easily as he’d pegged you as Jacob’s weakness, as the crack in his foundation that would make worming his way to a total victory that much easier, you’d pegged the need to win as his. The heat in his eyes was an ember in the darkness, glowing and crackling and threatening to burst into flames if you breathed too close. You held your air in your lungs as his arms fell from your body and he stepped away, cursing yourself for the minor disappointment you felt as he retreated. But the lack of contact was short lived, his fingers slithering into the cup of your palm before twining through yours and tightening like vines. “A demonstration?” Eyes narrowing but not losing any of their fire, he pressed his lips together before assuring you, “I can handle that.” Tugging your hand, he started walking toward the entrance to the lobby. You let your arm go slack, feeling a slight pop in your elbow at his insistent pull, realizing just how eager he was to handle it. The click of your heels on the macadam joined the slightly softer scuff of his shoes as you crossed the paved surface. The arm that ended in your joined hands snaked low around your waist, folding yours behind your back until he could grip your far hip. Fingers still linked through yours, he stretched and flexed them so they could bite into your side. Reaching for the door, he let go of your hand, pulling his arm away to place his palm on the small of your back. It fell right into place, with the perfect amount of pressure and the standard number of thumb swipes, clearly a move he’d perfected with years of practice. He’s good, I’ll give him that. “After you,” he said into your ear, guiding you inside.

“Wow,” you stepped inside onto the slate colored marble flooring, spinning to face him as the door closed quietly behind him. The space you found yourself in was modern and pristine, full of sharp edges and harsh angles, chrome and black accents, tall blaringly white walls and imposing panes of glass.

Billy smirked, pleased with himself for your reaction to his building, to the level of luxury that he lived in. “Some place, huh?”

Too easy. You gave a short little laugh that bounced off of the hard surfaces you were surrounded by, hiding your mouth with your curled fingers before sweeping them into your hair. “Sure, it’s real nice,” you admitted, swiveling your head to give the place a good appraisal. “But I was talking about you. Opening doors, guiding me in.” You took a step closer to him until you could feel his jacket brush against your arm, raising your hand to comb a long piece of his hair back in place. “Be careful, Billy, one might think you’re actually a gentleman.”

His smirk transformed and spread up both sides of his face. He gave a small shake of his head as a breath that was almost a laugh tumbled from his lips. He caught your hand on its way back down, closing his fingers around your wrist. “Don’t you worry ‘bout what anyone might think,” his eyes widened as he brought the heel of your palm to his mouth, teeth grazing the meaty flesh before nipping down towards the thinner skin over your pulse. You lost some of your bravado, a ragged breath fighting its way free of your chest as he slid his thumb along the dampened skin where his lips and tongue had just been. “I’ll make sure you know exactly what I am when we’re done.” Oh, shit. With another flash of the fire that was still crackling in his eyes, he pulled you by the hand again as he continued on through the lobby towards the elevators. You were thankful for the few seconds of movement, using them to reset your resolve, the air moving passed your face cooling your flushed cheeks and allowing you to regain control of your breathing.

You reached the elevator bank just as a well-dressed man exited the car in the center. Billy nodded to him, some unspoken greeting that men of a certain class reserve for one another, before sticking his arm out to stop the steel doors from automatically closing. His other hand was low on the arch of your back again, fingertips inching even lower, clearly trying to eliminate the word “gentleman” from the evening as blatantly as possible. You stepped over the gap in the floor and into the small space, Billy less than half a step behind you. As he turned, one of his neighbors came into view, waving their arms, motioning for Billy to hold the elevator. He eyed the stranger with an almost bored expression, blinking once before he pressed the button displaying two inward facing arrows to close the mechanical doors.

“He can get the next one.” The second the light above the portal lit up, his hands were on you, body pressing you into the wall. “This one’s occupied.” He licked at his lips before fusing them with yours to swallow any sound you might make. Filling his right hand with your left breast, he elicited a slight moan that trickled from your mouth into his, his left hand making a firm grip on your jaw, fingers sliding up and over your ear. You responded by grabbing a fistful of his hair and rolling your hips into his, tasting satisfaction in the form of his groan. Two can play at this game, Russo. Your lips turned up against his as his tongue entered your mouth and you gave a quick yank on the locks tangled in your fingers.

He groaned again, another victory, as he took your bottom lip between his teeth, a breathy grunt following the groan as your free hand cupped the obvious bulge in his pants, fingers swiping around the outlined length that was straining at the material. Before you could get too far into your new game, he used the grip he had on your jaw to twist you around to face the wall. Your hands fell from him and gripped the cold aluminum railing that lined the car. Oh. He slid his palm from your jaw to the hollow of your throat and tilted your head back against his shoulder, applying just enough pressure to hinder your breathing, but not enough to cause pain.”What’da you think you’re doin’, hmm?” He asked, words rumbling through his chest and reverberating against your spine. Oh, fuck, Billy. Eyes rolling back for a second time, you wondered if you were in fact out of your depth with this one. No, you’ve got this, take the upper hand. Pushing your ass back into his crotch, you lifted and writhed your lower half against him, right hand coming up and behind his head to gather his hair once more.

“Just havin’ some fun, Billy,” you tried for innocence but that was long gone by now, something he made perfectly clear by re-gripping your jaw and turning your face towards him, capturing your lips. Parting them with his tongue, he deepened the kiss passed the point of anything other than lust. Skipping straight to the point, you felt his other hand move down your body until it was lifting the high hem of your dress. Shit, he’s gonna- but your thoughts crumbled and you felt your knees buckle as his fingers pushed the thin layer of lace aside. He dragged two of them slowly down through the slick heat between your legs, releasing your jaw to palm your breasts, pressing you closer to him with both hands.

“You like dangerous games, don’tcha?” He growled it against your lips, fingers still slowly torturing you under your dress. His neatly trimmed beard felt rough and savage as he scraped it against your cheek, insatiable lips looking for something else to devour and landing on the curve of your throat where it meets your shoulder, taking the strap of your dress between his teeth. The light above the doors kept blinking, indicating all the floors that you were passing. We’ve gotta be almost there. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could endure… or what you would do if the elevator unexpectedly stopped before you reached his floor.

You swallowed and tilted your head to allow him more access, and he took it immediately, dragging his teeth over your collarbone. “What can I say,” your tone was breathier than you meant it to be, but there was nothing you could do about it and you knew that. “I’m a thrill seeker.” You moaned softly as he pushed two fingers up into you, thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves he’d been teasing. Your nails raked down the back of his neck and he let out a hiss of pleasure.

“You must be,” he answered. “And here I thought you were in need of rescue back there.” He curled his fingers at the height of their thrust, pulling them back out slowly and drinking up the salacious sound that you made.

Yeah you and everyone else. But the truth was that you weren’t in need of anything back at the Oak Room. With the way Jacob had been treating you all night, you’d already made your mind up that you wouldn’t be going home with him- or anywhere for that matter. Then Billy showed up like the bonus treasure in a box of cereal, and even though he was clearly only using you to wound Jacob’s pride and stroke his own, you were more than okay with it. A girl’s gotta get laid, too. Who says using someone for sex is a one way street? The light blinked twice to indicate that your journey was finally over, and you pulled your dress down as the doors slid open. “If I needed rescuing,” you leaned close, grazing his jaw with your nose before brushing your lips to his ear. “I wouldn’t have left with you.” You gripped his hand and took your turn at tugging him from the elevator, the doors nearly closing on him when he hesitated.

You were a few steps in front of him when you felt his hands snake around your waist, flattening against your abdomen and closing any distance that there was between your bodies. “Good. Means I won’t have to take it easy on you.”

Good. Don’t. You turned to give him a wicked smile, feeling it light your eyes with mischief. Billy let out a dark chuckle and you felt him shake his head, heard him mutter something under his breath. Something like Eldridge wouldn’t even know what to do with you, the implications being that he did know what to do with you, and that you were about to be shown. He stopped in front of a door and tightened his hold on you as he touched the keypad, effortlessly inputting his code. You heard the whir and click of the mechanized lock and he turned the handle, pushing the door open and practically tossing you through it.

The door swung shut and you heard the locks twisting and clicking, sealing you off from the world. As the sound faded, Billy surged forward, gripping your face between his palms, lips resuming residence atop yours as he backed you into the door.Your hands went directly to his belt, deftly undoing the buckle. No point in wasting time, we both know why we’re here. He seemed to appreciate your lack of pretense, a breathy exhale slipping into the kiss as you unfastened the button and tugged the zipper down, entire hand vanishing down the front of his pants and passed the tight band of his boxer briefs. He groaned as you finally wrapped your hand around him, his hands sliding down your sides, over your chest, grabbing your ass. You opened and closed your hand, using your thumb to slide over the tip of him.

“Gonna need you outta that damn dress now,” he sounded more animal than man and you weren’t far behind him in terms of devolving into a beast with only one drive. He pulled your hand out from his trousers and used both of his to pin your biceps to the door, extending his arms and stepping back, head hanging between his shoulders as he leveled you with a stare. “You said you weren’t gonna wear it again.” He moved his right hand up to lift the strap of your dress only to let it snap back and slap against your skin.

You shook your head. Nope.

“That ‘cause Jake picked it, or ‘cause I wanna-”

You shook free of his hold, his hands landing on the door as you stepped closer. “It’s not because of Jacob.” It’s not because of you either, killer. But you let him think that it was. He grinned, straightening back up to his full height, hands grabbing fistfuls of the taut purple material that barely covered your body. Your chest swelled with excitement, his heaved with lust and in display of strength befitting only a certain type of demonstration, he tore the garment from your frame, the ripping sound splitting the air as Jacob’s last gift to you was split in two.

The tattered scraps floated to the floor as his nostrils flared and his eyes darkened, narrowing before they traveled up and down each and every one of your curves. The dress you’d been wearing didn’t allow for a bra, so your breasts bounced free the second the frock was finished, leaving only the smallest triangle of lace covering you. A rumbling sound came from the back of his throat as he blew out a breath, the release of oxygen sending the fires in his eyes blazing. “That’s better,” he came closer, eyes on the last bit of modesty keeping you from him. His fingers toyed with the edge of your underwear, making to slide them down your legs. “But this needs to-”

“Not so fast,” You pressed your palm into his chest and grinned at the pounding of his heart, at the adrenaline rush that you were partially responsible for. Your hand clasped around the knot of his tie and you yanked it down hard, already undoing the windsor, your other hand slipping under the lapels of his jacket to start shedding it from his shoulders. “You joining me, or what?” He shrugged out of his jacket, lips glued to yours once more, an addiction to the rush and the action and nothing else. You worked the first few buttons of his shirt before following his lead and tearing it open the rest of the way, savoring the little growl he let out as you did. Free of his shirt, he grabbed both of your wrists and used them to steer you into the bedroom. You wondered how many women he’d done this exact same thing with, but the thought died almost instantly. It doesn’t matter, you’re just a number and so is he.

As you made it to the bedroom, he gripped your waist and hoisted you onto the bed, kicking his legs from his pants and stripping the socks from his feet. “That good enough for you?” He blinked and swallowed and you realized that he was actually waiting for you to answer. That’s…

You cleared your throat and motioned for him to come closer. “Come over here,” you said, and he crossed the few feet, leaning down to place his hands on either side of you on the mattress. “I believe you were going to give me a demonstration, Mr. Russo?” You lifted one eyebrow and crossed your legs.

He laughed, a dark sound full of impure intent. He gripped your top thigh and uncrossed it, spreading your legs open. “That’s right, sweetheart,” he lowered himself to the ground, kneeling between between your knees. He locked eyes with you as he finally rid you of the last piece of clothing you wore. “Think I’ll start here’f that’s okay with you.” He may have waited for your invitation just now - to his own bed? That’s...unexpected…- he wasn’t waiting anymore, and you swore you could feel your pupils double in size as he swiped his tongue through the slick wetness that had started gathering back in the elevator. He made a hungry sound at your gasp, pushing his tongue further into you and moving it in slow circles, breath from his nose hitting your hot, wet skin and driving you dizzy. Fuck if this is just… He continued his motions, one hand blindly reaching for your breasts, the thumb of the other tracing figure eights in the crease of your thigh where it met your hip, occasionally- or maybe more than occasionally, but your eyes kept falling shut- looking up at you, irises darkening when he took in the shape of your mouth and the display of ecstasy that he was evoking. Without thinking, you gripped his hair, vision going black as he took you over the edge, grip firmly on your thigh the entire time.

You fell back against the mattress as he stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, but you sat up as quickly as you could, propping yourself on your elbows to watch him peel his boxers off. Just as he’d scanned your whole body the second it was available to him, your eyes danced over every inch of him, all the scars and muscles, the trail of hair leading down from his belly button, the thick, hard length that you’d ground against shamelessly. He walked to the bedside table to grab a silver packet, ripping it open and sliding the rubber sheath over himself before climbing onto the bed and lowering himself over you. But instead of sinking himself deep into you, he wrapped his arms around and underneath you and flipped you over so that you were on your knees. Oh, damn. “You said you were a thrill seeker,” he said, low into your ear as you felt every inch of him fill you from behind. You let out a high pitched moan as he bent you forward, one palm pressed against your back, the other coming underneath of you to continue touching you. “You feel so good… so good,” he told you, timing his thrusts with the swipes of his fingers. “Too good for him…” he gave a hard thrust as he pulled you back up to your knees, chest hitting your back with force. “Tonight you’re mine.”

“Yeah...yeah, Billy…” you drew out his name in a moan that you knew he’d like. “Tonight...oh, yeah, tonight I’m all yours.” Because tonight you’re all mine and tomorrow is another day.

The sun was starting to rise when he’d finally retired to the bathroom for a shower. He’d offered you a towel to clean yourself up with, and you took it knowing that it wouldn’t suffice but it would be enough. You waited until you heard the water hitting the tiles before you rifled through the drawers in his dresser, finding a pair of dark navy sweatpants and an olive green tee with the word ANVIL emblazoned across it. Donning both items, you found your shoes and purse in the living room, taking your phone out to call a ride. You’d have to stop back at your hotel room to pick up the rest of your things before heading home to D.C. which meant that you’d have to see Jacob, and a wicked smile climbed your face as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror by the front door. Not only were you wearing a shirt promoting Billy’s company, but your were also wearing more than a few marks from his lips, teeth and fingers, and you couldn’t help but imagine the look on Jacob’s face when you used your card key to enter the room. Smiling to yourself as you tucked your hair in place, you pulled your lipstick from your purse and scribbled your number on the mirror, along with “look me up if you’re ever in the Capitol.”

You left Billy Russo’s apartment, the sound of the shower still rushing through the pipes, feeling more powerful than you ever had before.

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