🥀 10 🥀

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"Loki, are you even listening?" A deep voice echoes throughout the conference room as Loki quickly looks towards his father, who wears a deep scowl on his face.

Loki clenches his fist at the tone of voice he uses against him, like scalding a child.

"I am father." Loki replies curtly as his eyes land on Thor, shaking his head ever so slightly at his brother's wandering mind.

"This is important Loki. I need you to keep a close eye on Barnes. I don't trust him. I think he might be undercutting us." Odin roars again as he slams his fist on the table.

The sudden noise makes Loki jump slightly.

"Father, I've told you. We've got men tailing him twenty four seven. His shipments have been on time this last week." Loki begins but Odin waves a hand to cut him off.

"I don't care. That war fucked with his brain and he's not always thinking rationally. He might end up needing a reminder who he works for, and who he works for only." Odin warns as Thor swallows hard and Loki bites his tongue.

He was all for a bit of bloodshed, but at the appropriate time and place.

"Father, if we cut off Barnes we will struggle to find a supply with better links to Mexico-" Thor tried to reason but Odin's glare sent shivers down his spine, halting his speech.

Odin slowly got up and poured himself a whiskey, swilling the expensive amber liquid around in his glass and taking a swig before making his way back to the head of the table. The brothers wait with anticipation.

"Loki, what do we know about who he spends his time with? I need leverage for if drastic measures need to be taken." Odin demands as he stares at Loki.

He knew what his father wanted, and what he'd found out. Girls, lots of them. One in particular James seemed fond of that he kept company with more than others. They all looked the same however, bleached hair, tanned skin, plastic faces. It bored Loki to death.

"We've got tabs on a couple of his female preferences." Loki replies through gritted teeth, knowing the implication he was stating.

Odin chuckles dryly as he takes another sip of his drink.

"Foolish boy. I've told you before and I'll tell you again, don't let your heart be weak my Sons. It will be used against you. We don't have time for such frivolities in this world." Odin sneers as he lifts his glass in cheers.

Thor briefly looks at Loki, concern on his face at their father's statement. Thor knew how fond of Lyla his brother was, he'd seen the way his brother had raced to her house when her electricity got turned off. He'd witnessed him up and leave an important client meeting when she rang him upset shopping with Nat, and he'd never seen that side to his brother before.

And then there was him. Nothing as serious with Natasha, but he didn't want her in danger that was for sure. He kept the girls he dated away from Odin, it was easier that way.

Loki, obviously with the same thought, glares at Thor with unease before resetting the stoic mask on his face.

"What about mother then father? Was she a mistake? A weakness?" Loki bravely whispers as he feels his chest tighten at the defiance.

Odin clasped the whiskey glass so tightly it began to crack in his fingertips before throwing it against the table.

"We don't speak of your mother in this room." Odin says, his voice dripping with menace.

Loki feels rage burning inside him. He can see Thor is warning him, always trying to be the peace keeper between his father and brother, but it was fruitless. They were too similar yet opposite in so many ways. He'd accepted a long time ago that they'd never have a productive relationship. It was strictly business.

"We don't talk about her anywhere! We never have. It's like she never existed to you." Loki shouts as he stands up from his chair, feeling braver by the second as he saw red.

He knew he had an anger problem, he always has had one, but it came from a good place.

"Watch your tongue boy." Odin warned as he too rises out of his seat.

Thor's eyes darting between them with unease. These could often get physical and he didn't fancy patching his brother up tonight with a first aid kit.

"You act like you know best and you are fearsome across the city, yet you fail to acknowledge the love and devotion shown to you by our mother. She deserves to be spoken about, she deserves respect." Loki shouts once more as Odin's face deepens in shade.

Loki knows what he's saying is hurtful but he can't stop the poison from spilling out his mouth. His mother was the only good thing in this world.

"Sentimentality got me no where. If I am to choose who runs this business when I am gone, it will not be you if you carry on this way Loki. You've been distracted recently Loki. Thor is the only one who listens to me!" Odin booms once more as Thor begins to stand too now, ready to intervene.

"It always has been Thor, do not pretend otherwise. He is the golden child. You just keep me around because I do the dirty work no one else wants to do. Because I'm not afraid to actually have blood on my hands. You don't care about me, you never did. It was only ever her who loved me." Loki shouts with tears threatening to form in his eyes.

"Loki!" Thor chides as he tries to get his brother to stop.

Loki looks at his brother but knows its too late.

"It's true. I hunt and I torture and I kill, and for what? I don't get a say in anything. I deserve to run this business one day, it's my birthright!" Loki says with anger once more.

Odin moves from behind the table, taking long strides towards Loki as Thor quickly catches up, stepping protectively in front of his brother.

"Your birth right was to die! It was your mother who rescued you. You were left to die by your own parents. They didn't want you." Odin stated coldly as he got up close in Loki's face, brushing past Thor.

Loki feels his jaw tighten, adrenaline shooting through his nervous system as his heart plummets. He'd never felt more alone in this world. Maybe he was just always destined to be a monster.

Loki thought carefully before he said his next words.

"You won't last much longer old man. And I'll be right here, ready to claim what's mine." He sneers as he pushes himself away from his father and brother.

He paces out of the room, slamming the door so hard the glass pane shatters under the frames.

~♡~

Lyla sits on Nat's bed as she puts her heels on, absent-mindedly singing along to the pop music blaring from Nat's bedroom speaker.

The girls had been pre-drinking to warm up before the brothers' poker night and it was safe to say Lyla felt comfortably tipsy.

"Hey Ly, help me fasten this necklace would-" Nat cut herself off as she walks out the bathroom, taking in the sight of her best friend.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You look so sexy! Damn, Loki is gonna lose his mind!" Nat squeals as she claps her hands together in excitement.

Lyla rolls her eyes as she trots over to her friend to help her with her jewellery.

"Your dress looks gorgeous Nat." Lyla says, trying to turn it around on her curvaceous best friend.

Nat grabs her by the shoulders once she's fastened the necklace and looks Lyla up and down properly.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Classic redirection." Nat smirks. "Honestly Ly, he's going to be driven insane."

Lyla feels a smile creeping onto her face. She'd blow dried her hair into bouncy waves and had cat-eye eyeliner on with a velvety-nude lip.

Nat was wearing the designer dress she'd bought whilst shopping, the tight black fabric clung to her perfectly with a tight belt at her waist.

"Well, I think Thor's going to enjoy this view too." Lyla says pointing at her friend as they laugh.

Nat grabs their champagne flutes off the side and passes Lyla's to her before clinking their glasses together.

"So what happened after I left you with Loki when we went shopping? He seemed pissed." Nat says, raising an eyebrow as she waits for juicy details.

Lyla feels herself going blush pink at the memory. Her skin heats up just thinking about his wondrous mouth on her.

"Well, obviously we bought this, and then...he took me to Agent Provocateur." Lyla said with a wink as she tries to avoid her friends gaze, looking at her shoes instead.

Nat gasps and hits her arm.

"Stop, that shit is so expensive, did he buy you stuff?" Nat asks curiously.

Lyla nods her head.

"He near enough bought out the whole store Nat. He also might have helped me try some stuff on, you know just to make sure it fit right." Lyla says suggestively again, wiggling her eyebrows as she meets Nat's gaze once more.

Nat nearly chokes on the swig of drink she took.

"Did you fuck in the changing rooms?" She asks lowly as she peers at Lyla over her glass.

Lyla shakes her head laughing.

"No, but he did show me his tongue skills, that's all I'll say." Lyla took a big gulp of her own champagne, finishing what was in there and appreciating the heady rush it gave her.

"You went from a non-existent sex life to changing room fun...girl, you're living the dream." Nat sighs playfully as she puts her empty glass down, grabbing her purse.

"What about you and Thor? Has anything else happened?" Lyla questions Nat as she rummages through her purse to find her keys.

Nat shakes her head, biting her lip.

"Nothing serious as I said. We had our fun but think that's it for now." Nat says as Lyla rolls her eyes, exasperated by her friend always downplaying things to keep her heart safe.

A habit Lyla had to learn too recently.

"If it happens again I wouldn't be opposed to it though..." Nat says with a cheeky smirk as Lyla hits her arm playfully.

"I feel a bit nervous you know Nat, this is the first time I'm properly with Loki around people. What if I do or say something wrong?" Lyla voices her concerns out loud, suddenly wishing she hadn't downed all that fizzy drink earlier as her head feels funny.

Nat looks sadly at Lyla.

"You're going to do great. This is just a small gathering of their friends or close colleagues. Just relax." Nat says as she links her friend's arm, pulling her out the bedroom and to the front door, where Peter awaits the girls for their lift.

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As the luxurious car pulls up to the house, Lyla and Nat's jaws hit the floor.

House wasn't a generous enough term for what stood before them. The large building was completely floor to ceiling large glass windows, the modern interior shining through at the bottom of the long secured drive.

The house itself looked like it was made out of obsidian black metal. A futuristic water fountain stood in the middle of the enclosure out the front of the house, providing a circular pattern to the drive. It looked extremely contemporary and extremely expensive.

"What the fuck?" Lyla mutters under her breath as the nerves soared through her system. Nat's eyes lit up.

"Damn this is almost as nice as Tony's place." She muses, less shocked than Lyla who had never encountered such wealth in her existence.

Being invited into the home of a private man such as Loki sent those alarm bells ringing again, she knew very little about him from a person perspective. The thought of getting a look into his closed off world was very intriguing.

Peter helped both the ladies out of the car before stating he would be here later for their ride home.

Lyla links her arm through Nat's as they wobble on their heels up to the front steps. Before they can even knock, someone flings the door open.

"Ladies!" Thor cheers as he beams a smile at them, wearing an opened blue shirt with his sleeves rolled up.

His eyes are already a little hazy as he bends down to hug the two girls, his size difference vastly noticeable against their small frames. He smells of cigars and whiskey already.

His hug lingers a little longer on Nat than Lyla and she winks at her friend from behind him. Nat rolls her eyes as she pulls away.

"I'm so pleased you came. It's going to be very male heavy in here tonight so I hope you two will be OK." He says as he blushes.

His eyes trail down Nat's black dress which cinches at her waist and he subconsciously licks his lips. Lyla continues to smirk.

"Can we come in?" Nat asks cheekily as Thor realises he's been caught staring.

He side steps and let's them into the house.

As Thor shuts the door, he turns to Lyla.

"He's never invited a girl here before. You must be something." He says smiling as Lyla swallows hard.

"He's never....had an arrangement before like this?" Lyla asks curiously.

She realised she might get more information out of Thor than Loki, as he seemed a bit drunk already. Thor laughs heartily.

"Certainly not. Nothing beyond one night stands. He's not really the type." He smirks.

Lyla feels her heart rise and then fall. She was the first, but it reinforced everything she thought about him.

Be professional Ly.

"Follow me." Thor shouts as he takes long strides throughout the house.

Lyla looks around in amazement at the interior which is similar to the bars and clubs she's seen the brother's own. Gold and black with hints of green throughout. It looks like something out a magazine and dripping in riches. It almost looks like no one even lives in it, it's so pristine.

Thor leads them towards an glass elevator which takes them down to the basement which has black velvet walls with golden accents.

Lyla can hear loud voices and sounds coming from the corner of the room. As they round it, she can see a large poker table under a haze of cigar smoke with several men around it, slamming cards onto the table.

Lyla is taken aback by how handsome and dangerous all of the men look. Her nervous system sets alight as it prepares her to run for cover, to be safe, to fight.

Except Lyla had no desire to listen to it.

Lyla grips Nat's arm harder as she puts on her game face and they trail behind Thor to the table. Lyla knew this was a casual affair, something to warm her up before she might be needed at bigger public events, but the intimacy of it made it feel worse.

Thor clunks forward, raising his arms out, palms open.

"Gentlemen, please meet the lovely ladies joining us tonight. Miss Natasha Romanoff who helped us pull together what we needed for this event, and her friend Miss Lyla Glass." Thor announces, as the group halt their actions and turn to face the women.

All of their mouths form into smirks and wide eyes when they take in the sight before them. Lyla looks around before her eyes land on him.

He clenches his jaw hard as his emeralds rake over her body. She looks fucking divine in that red dress and he feels his thighs ache with need at the thought of pushing it to the side and taking her over the poker table with everyone watching.

He bites his lip, suddenly aware of the effect these two are having on the rest of the men, suddenly feeling extremely protective. He hadn't mentioned to anyone about his arrangement with Lyla, but equally with the way they're mentally undressing her, he needs to stake his claim and make it clear she belongs to none of them.

Loki throws his cards on the table, folding on that game as he puts out his cigar with a harsh push and rises from his seat. He can see Lyla blush deeply, almost matching the colour of her dress.

Her hair falls in perfect curls and he longs to reach out and wrap them round his fingers as he pulls backwards on her head. The thoughts spinning through his mind are utter filth.

The dress is better than he could've ever imagined. God, he'd have to take her shopping for a whole wardrobe of these dresses. He wanted her to be adorned head to toe in his wealth.

Loki stalks across the room, smiling and giving a nod to Nat before he grabs Lyla's waist and pulls her close to him. He leans down, swiping his tongue over her bottom lip before it's entwined around her own, deep and passionate.

Lyla is taken aback by the gesture which seems so out of character for Loki, but quickly realises it might have to do with the several pairs of eyes on her in the room. As Loki pulls away, he glares down her body and leans into her ear.

"You look absolutely ravishing." He murmurs and Lyla gets goosebumps across her arms at the tone.

Loki notices the way her skin prickles and smirks in victory. He pulls her with him towards his seat as the men all watch in awe.

Lyla goes to sit in the empty chair next to Loki at the table, but Loki shakes his head and instead pulls her firmly by the wrist so she is on his lap. Lyla feels herself go deep red, the blood rushing to her face as all the men watch the movement, looking at Loki with pure jealousy.

"Lyla, I'd like you to meet some of our associates." Loki begins but doesn't take his eyes off her.

Eventually he sighs as he glances towards the group again, loving the reaction he's provoked. Lyla gives a little wave as she waits for the introductions, feeling extremely awkward and suddenly aware of how many stares are on her body, especially her cleavage.

"This is Steve, he's been with our company for many years now." Loki says pointing to a sandy blond-haired man with deep blue eyes.

His muscles strained under his navy shirt and Lyla can't help but let her eyes naturally wander to them. Loki notices this, a scowl forming as his grip on her thigh tightens considerably. Lyla clears her throat smiling as she realises what's happening.

"Next is Pietro." Loki begins again as he points to a young man with dyed silver hair. Pietro gives a playful wink.

"He does a lot of...running things around for us, I guess you could say." Loki smirks as Pietro laughs.

Lyla knows Loki is being purposefully vague, but she nods along all the same. So Pietro was clearly some kind of drug or weapons runner?

"Here we have Clint. He's in security." Loki says with a wry smile as Clint does a salute towards Lyla.

She notices his sleeve of tattoos down one arm and the cochlear ear implant in his ear. He wears a hardened expression, as if he's seen many years of pain.

"Then we have Dr Banner, a chemist we work with sometimes. Quality control." Loki explains as Lyla feels her heart race.

She smiles weakly at the black-haired man with glasses.

"And one of our visiting associates from overseas we will potentially be branching out to." Loki gives a devilish smile, as if he's just done something he wasn't supposed to do by inviting this man here.

"Helmut Zemo." The man with mousy brown hair and dark eyes says leaning forward before Loki can introduce him, shaking Lyla's hand.

"Nice to meet you all." Lyla says quietly, realising she's going to need a stiff drink to help her through tonight with these intense and dangerous strangers.

Nat and Thor join the table, pulling up a couple more chairs as the men reshuffle the cards to start the game again.

"Bruce, how are you? Its been a while." Nat says with a smile as she looks at the chemist.

Bruce gives her a shy smile back, looking a little awkward as he focuses on his cards again.

"I'm good Natasha thank you. I trust you are too." He said, shutting down the chance at a conversation carrying on.

Thor looks a little confused before Nat explains.

"I knew Bruce when I was with T-" She began but found herself stuttering over the word.

She swallows hard. "Tony." She finishes her sentence before turning to Thor.

"Drink?" She asks and Thor immediately waves to someone in the corner, dressed as a waiter who appears with a tray of a variety of drinks.

"Vodka soda please." Nat orders as Lyla asks for the same, grateful for the liquid courage.

Another game begins again and Loki's grip on Lyla remains hard and possessive. She can smell his expensive aftershave and see an expensive looking ring on his finger, it almost looks like a family crest. The way Lyla is sitting she can also feel his blade in his jacket pocket. The one that cut off her underwear the other day...

She breathes a little deeper as Loki looks at her questioningly. Lyla simply smiles but Loki continues to look at her, as if trying to read her mind and succeeding.

A smile dances across his lips and he whispers into her ear.

"I've been thinking about you...so much." He husks and Lyla feels herself get even hotter.

Whilst the other men chat, Loki gathers up his deck of cards in his free hand and inspects them as if he didn't just whisper into her ear.

Lyla leans down to look at his hand, knowing whatever he has, he'll be able to bluff his way out of it. He was like a human lie detector but incapable of being read at the same time. Lyla envies that.

"I've missed you too." Lyla breathes as she feels him shift under her.

His own leg is now pressed between hers and the friction is driving her nuts.

"Have you touched yourself thinking about me Pet?" He asks again, so quietly only Lyla can hear the filth.

She bites her lips and nods.

"Words." He demands as he continues to inspect his hand thoughtfully.

Lyla takes a sharp inhale.

"Yes, I tried but I can't do what you can." Lyla replies breathlessly.

Loki grins at this.

"Well, looks like I'll have to take care of that issue for you then." He says, never once looking at Lyla but slowly moving his leg slightly beneath her.

Lyla can feel herself being insanely turned on, the public nature of it fuelling her even more.

"Please." She whispers back.

The game progresses and Loki's grip remains on Lyla. Nat even joins in, having played poker at Stark's parties before. Lyla knew a little from college, but what she enjoyed the most was looking for other's tells.

She studies Steve as he reads his own cards, he quickly licks the corner of his mouth. He did that on the last round too when he won. Lyla leans down to Loki.

"Steve's lying." She whispers and Loki smiles proudly.

"How do you know, Darling?" He breathes back as his eyes meet Steve's now, full of mischief.

"He licks the corner of his mouth when he's got a good hand. His fake tell which he's trying to convince people of is scratching the left side of his nose."

Loki finally turns to look at Lyla, admiring her big eyes and her plump lips. The thought of her sitting here on his lap like such a good girl in front of everyone. He loves it.

"Clever girl." He notes as he thinks for a moment before challenging Steve.

"I told you Buddy, I've got a good hand." Steve tries to argue as he looks at Loki smirking with annoyance.

Loki pushes on, insisting.

Steve places his cards on the table, sighing as he shows his lie. The others laugh as Nat claps at the result. Lyla smiles slyly as Loki rakes in more chips.

"Bastard." Steve says smiling as he lights up a fresh cigar.

Loki shrugs and tilts his head towards Lyla.

"She found your tell, my friend." Loki explains as Steve can't help but smile with a twinkle in his eye at the beautiful girl on Loki.

"Looks and brains. I like her." Pietro says with a wink and Loki gives him a glare that makes Pietro avert his eyes again.

"Alright alright, let her play next time." Steve says as Lyla laughs and feels proud.

She looks towards Loki for approval who gestures towards the stack of cards.

"Be my guest." He says with a knowing grin.

Just then, a security guard appears in the room out of no where, signalling for Loki's attention.

"What is it Phil?" He asks impatiently, but Lyla feels his hand tap against her thigh in what she assumes is anxiety at the appearance of the bodyguard.

"There's someone here. Claiming they were invited. You never mentioned him." The man, Phil, states.

Loki frowns deeply before Thor gets up, looking worried as he turns towards his brother.

"Now Brother, do not hate me, I invited him. Best to keep them close, as father said." Thor states as he adds the last part on quieter than the rest.

The other men look at each other in confusion. The only person who doesn't seem surprised is Zemo.

Lyla frowns, not knowing who's coming in.

"Who is it Thor?" Loki says through gritted teeth, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from his brother's own mouth.

To say he was filled with rage was an understatement. To have him in his own house without being consulted. He felt betrayed.

"Barnes." Thor mutters as he averts his gaze.

Loki's nostrils flare before he turns to Phil, giving him a curt nod. Lyla sees the way Loki's body language changes and realises whoever this is coming in is not a friend of Loki's.

Phil leaves and returns back a couple of minutes later with a tall, bulky man. His dark brown hair is tousled to the side, his eyes a steel blue that pierce through you, a smattering of stubble across his jaw. But what draws Lyla's attention the most is the metal arm he has. She tries to avoid staring as she sees his gaze land on her. He suddenly beams before smirking at Loki.

Loki's fingers dig in painfully to Lyla's thigh now. This person clearly riles Loki up the wrong way. Lyla doesn't fail to notice the gun strapped to side of his belt. Her eyes widen a little in shock as she herself grips onto Loki's arm a bit harder in return.

"James, I hear my brother invited you. I wasn't aware." Loki hissed as the brunette makes his way into the room, shaking Zemo's hand before nodding at everyone else.

His eyes land on Nat as he walks round to her, lifting her hand and kissing it before coming round to Lyla.

Loki's arm wraps protectively around Lyla before James captures this gesture and smiles knowingly.

"Wasn't aware you had a lady, Odinson." He says smugly as Loki inhales so hard Lyla is sure he's holding his breath.

Loki cracks his neck to the side as Lyla looks up at the man above her now. He was insanely attractive, she'd give him that. She felt herself hold her breath as butterflies danced in her stomach.

"This is my friend, Lyla." Loki mutters menacingly and Lyla almost flinches at the F word.

She knows deep down he's putting on a front, trying to protect her. Or himself. She isn't sure.

"Friend, eh?" James asks as his eyebrows raise in a teasing manner.

"James Barnes." He says as he pulls her hand away from Loki's arm and kisses it.

Lyla feels a shiver go up her spine. His eyes were cold and taunting. Loki pulls Lyla's hand back.

"I'm just being gentlemanly man!" James says in mock outrage as he gives Loki a sharp pat on the back.

Lyla wonders why his brother invited him over. Everyone glares at James as he takes a seat and helps himself to a pile of cards, his eyes never leaving Loki or Lyla's. Gathering information and storing it away for future use.

Lyla can tell Loki is seething with his brother. Thor hasn't even looked his way out of fear. Loki will deal with him later though. First he needed to get through tonight.

Another game of poker begins and Lyla joins in, slightly unsure of the rules but people underestimate her, which she uses to her advantage.

Unfortunately she gets knocked out again, and its just James and Loki left, staring each other down. James inhales his cigar deeply in concentration, a smile on his face.

"So Lyla, tell me about yourself." James starts and Loki scowls.

Lyla gulps down her second vodka soda, gesturing for a waiter to bring her another. Loki's hand is like a vice around her leg under the table. Lyla should hate the possessiveness but it just makes her wetter.

"Um, there's not a lot to say really. Born and raised here. Went to college and now just work at a library." Lyla says quickly, feeling extremely unimportant compared to these powerful men.

Nat's eyes are wide as she glares between the two men staring each other down. She knows men like James and she doesn't want him to know anything about Lyla. She's ready to step in and cause a distraction when James speaks again.

"A library, huh? How did you meet this guy then. Doesn't seem like you'd run in the same circles." James asks, feigning innocence.

Loki leans forward, throwing more chips into the middle in anger.

Lyla blushes, unsure how to answer. Peggy always said she she was an open book and now she realises just how much. She feels like she's been plucked from the shelf and held under a magnifying glass.

An idea pops into Loki's head as he watched Lyla innocently struggle with the man across from her. A way to remind her who she is here for, and what he can do to her that these other men cannot.

"It's complicated." She murmurs as she looks to Loki for help, but Loki is trying to hide his smirk as his hands slowly creep higher up her thigh.

Lyla frowns slightly as she looks at him, suddenly aware what he's doing and her eyes widening as she realises he's going to do it right here.

"Anyway, how long have you known the boys?" Nat says, seeing her friend needs rescuing and pushing her breasts together as she leans forward, trying to cause a distraction. It works for a minute too.

Loki's fingers are inching achingly higher before he's completely under the soft fabric of Lyla's dress and he's fingers graze over her panties.

She breathes out slowly as she reaches a hand onto the table in shock at the pleasure. James' eyes dart back to Lyla again now questioning. Loki distracts him by handing him another cigar with his free hand before Nat engages him with another question.

Lyla can't even concentrate on the conversation, despite wanting to know more about the good looking stranger across from her. She watches as his arm whirrs with movement, wanting to know how he got it but not wanting to seem rude.

Loki sees her staring and picks up a quick and brutal pace as his index and middle finger circle around her clit, putting on just the right amount of pressure to make Lyla's stomach tighten. All the adrenaline has turned her on to no end. And the fact she can't scream or beg or let it be known what's happening equally frustrates and pleasures her.

Loki continues his movements before dipping under the waistband of her underwear, reaching a finger down and feeling how wet she is before he glides back up to her clit again, circling once more with those deft fingers.

Lyla feels her knuckles go white against the poker table now as she holds her breath. A searing heat in her belly, spiralling down to her toes.

She knows she won't last long and she doesn't know how she'll stay quiet. Loki looks on at his cards and the conversation, seemingly unperturbed but his lips slightly pull up at the corners knowing how he is making her feel. Just for him. He feels his own groin harden and knows Lyla will feel it pressed against her.

Lyla let's out a tiny groan, only loud enough for Loki to hear. She feels him twitch underneath her, knowing her face is going to give her away very soon. She wants to scream at him to stop but she cant find it within her. She's addicted to the way only he can make her feel.

Lyla swallows hard as he ups his pace, unrelenting on her pussy as he continues circling. Lyla knows she's close, she knows Loki knows too.

The others continue Nat's conversation but James turns back towards the pair now, his eyes watching the microexpressions on her face, having a small idea what's going on.

"You ok there Doll?" He asks lowly across the table as he pulls another chip in, amused by what's going on.

Lyla nods, a little too quickly.

"Yeah, just um...appreciating... L-Loki's hand." She manages to breath out and the double entendre makes Loki chuckle.

He wants to slam her face down right now and make everyone see that it's him that owns her. But he also doesn't want to give James the satisfaction of seeing the face only he has seen from Lyla.

As Loki debates in his mind he finally folds, revealing his cards. James smiles as he places his own down, indicating he's the winner. Loki doesn't care though, he knows he has something in his possession James cannot have.

He quickly withdraws his fingers as Lyla's grip on the table loosens and she all but falls forward from the loss of pleasure. She feels hot all over, she needs to quell the fire inside her.

Luckily, Loki could read her mind.

"Excuse us one moment." Loki says before he grabs Lyla by the wrist and marches them both out the room, towards the elevators.

Lyla trails behind him, struggling to keep up with his quick pace.

"Loki what are you-" She begins to demand before he slams into her behind closed elevator doors.

His body is pressed tightly against hers as he holds onto her hips with a death grip. He kisses her. Fiercely and passionately before he trails sloppy kisses down her jaw and to her earlobe, nibbling on it.

"I don't want anyone to see you come undone the way you do for me. Especially not him." Loki growls as he makes his way down her neck.

Lyla knew he'd been drinking and maybe that's why he was so spurred on, but she was quickly seeing how possessive and jealous he could become.

"Why? I'm only a friend after all." She teases as she gasps for air between moans.

His tongue flicks across her collarbone, sucking and biting hard, sure to leave a mark. She realises that was probably his intention.

Loki pulls away, hands either side of face as they press against the glass behind her. He studies her face, her flushed tone, her desperate breathing and the sparkle in her eye. He felt himself grow even harden as he sees the blossoming hickey on her chest.

"You've got quite the cheek tonight haven't you Pet? Feeling brave are you?" He scowls as he sees her bite her bottom lip.

If he wanted to play this game, so be it.

"What are you going to do about it?" Lyla asks, panting as he leans so close until his lips are barely grazing hers.

Her whole body is a live wire.

"You really don't want to know the answer to that question." Loki smirks as the elevator dings to the top floor.

He pulls Lyla again, keeping a tight grip on her waist as he pulls her into a room, slamming the door with his foot.

Lyla looks around and sees she's in a type of office. A large mahogany wooden desk sits in the back centre with expensive leather chairs at the front of it. There are no pictures, just modern art on the wall, giving it a cool interior.

Before she can ask what's happening, Loki pins her against the back of the door, face to the wood as he squeezes her sides.

"Still feeling brave?" He asks lowly into her ear and she feels feral.

She can feel his cock pressed against her ass and God does she want it. He bites into her shoulder.

"Loki....please." She whimpers, feeling pathetic.

"Please what? Use your words." He orders as one of his hands comes to wrap around her hair, pulling it into a tight ponytail and yanking her head back to look at him.

No one has ever made her body come alive like this. He's like her puppet master and she's helpless, tied to the strings and made to perform.

"Please Loki...ahh....fuck me." She stutters out and Loki's eyebrows twitch in surprise at hearing such dirty words come from her.

He was planning on making her cum again with his mouth, perhaps letting her pay back a favour or two if he felt like it, but he hadn't wanted to rush into this just yet. He wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself and he didn't want to scare her off.

He saw how needy she looked, he knew already how wet and close she was from earlier. His trousers tightened further as he fought the urge to say no. Deny her what she wanted.

But he couldn't. He'd do anything to please her. And himself whilst he was at it.

"Filthy little thing aren't you? You already want my cock buried deep within you do you? I'm not sure you can take it." He said as he spun her around, reaching up her thigh again towards her pussy, feeling a trail of wet slipping down her thigh and escaping her thongs.

"Yes...yes Sir." Lyla mumbled as his fingers found her clit under her panties.

She fell forward onto him, gripping his arm between her legs trying to steady herself.

There was that magic word that had such an effect on him coming out of her pretty little lips. His eyes darkened as he realised he couldn't hold off.

"If I give you what you want, you have to know that I can't hold myself back." He growled once more.

He slips a finger further down, gathering the moisture before slowly sliding it into her. He hooked the tip of his finger, pressing hard as he felt her clench around him.

Fucking divine.

Lyla whimpers harder and groans as the pressure builds again, chasing her orgasm. She looks at Loki through hooded eyes filled with Lust. His features were stiff and darkened. He looked like an Angel of Death.

"I understand....God, Loki!" She breathed as he continued to finger fuck her.

She needed him. Now. She didn't care how.

"Normally I'd take my time, introduce you to my preferences slowly, but I can't contain myself tonight. I just need to be in you." He groans as he removes his finger, forcing it into her mouth for her to taste herself.

Lyla quickly catches on what he wants and he drools at the sight of her sucking his fingers of her moisture. Lyla had been teased too much. She was desperate.

"Please...yes, Loki." She agrees and he whips off his belt in one smooth motion, pushing the white sleeves further up his forearms.

He grabs her wrists, looping the belt around and through them until they're tight in front of her. Lyla looks down in shock, never having experienced something so dirty before. She knows she should be scared but fuck she's turned on.

He pulls the straps down of her dress, revealing the cream lacy bra she's wearing. He licks his lips at the sight of her full breast and her chest heaving. He'd have another time to fully appreciate her body. But not tonight. This needed to be done fast and hard. He wanted to fuck her so good she didn't even look at the other men downstairs.

Lyla knows the dress can't go down any further because of her tied up hands, but this way its more spontaneous and she loves it.

He walks her backwards until her ass hits the desk, he spins her around and pushes her face down. The cold wood meets her cheek as she pulls her hands above her head so she's not leaning on them. She feels Loki come up behind her, tapping her feet with his and forcing her to open her legs more.

"Damn, you look so beautiful, all obedient and willing to spread your legs for me. You've wanted this all night haven't you?" Loki purs as he appreciates her round ass in front of him.

Lifting up her dress so it's bunched in the middle of her. He can see her matching thong that he bought her and he feels a sense of pride.

"Yes Sir." Lyla obediently replies, knowing he likes verbal confirmation and a certain nickname.

Next thing she hears is a zipper being pulled down and Loki's trousers falling. She braces herself for a touch of any kind and slowly feels him rip off her thongs, pulling them harshly over her heels and throwing them across the room.

Loki spreads her ass with his hands, properly admiring the view and groaning at the sight. She was so vulnerable before him. Trusting him not to hurt her. It was probably a mistake. But he'd try tonight. He'd try not to.

He sweeps his fingers along her and Lyla shivers as he coats his hardened cock in her wetness before leaning over Lyla so his lips are to her jaw.

"Are you on anything?" He asks and Lyla knows the implication.

She suddenly panics at the thought of Loki not wearing a condom when he's been with however many women and she's just had a long term relationship before. But she weirdly trusted him.

She nods her head. "Yes, the pill."

"Good girl. Now I'm going to fuck you and make you feel so good, but I'm probably bigger than you've had before so I need you to breathe ok?" He soothes and Lyla softens that he's checking in.

She bites her lip at the thought. From this angle she can't see that well. She tilts her head back a little further and her eyes absolutely widen in fear at the glimpse of him.

"Loki....you're so- I don't think I can..." Lyla panics but can't stop staring.

Loki chuckles as he strokes her cheek.

"I know Pet. You can. Now, be an obedient girl and take me as best as you can." He replies and Lyla nods.

Loki lines himself up against her entrance and slowly pushes himself in. The feeling is like nothing he can explain. He's fucked so many women before but Lyla feels like pure heaven. He can't help but groan as he enters her, gripping the edge of the desk behind her head so hard it begins to splinter. Trying his best not to ram into her full force.

Lyla closes her eyes as she feels the delicious stretch. He was huge to say the least. And she hadn't been fucked in so long she felt like a virgin all over again. Her hands fought against the restraints as she grabbed the leather belt hard.

"Doing so well Lyla....so tight for me." Loki moans as he pushes in more, kissing the back of her neck as he does and trying not to combust there and then.

He's almost all the way in when Lyla's face stops scrunching up in discomfort and instead she loosens her grip on the belt, slowly getting used to him inside her.

"Fuck, Loki." She breathes as he bottoms out inside of her.

He releases the wood of the desk as he brings one hand back to wrap around her hair and the other to her plump ass. Slowly he begins to move, thrusting in and out of her, his breathing picking up already. He pulls on her hair, forcing her head off the desk so he can see her expression better. It stings her scalp but she never wants it to end. Her orgasm quickly approaching just from him inside her.

Lyla can't belive how quick she will come from this. No one has ever hit these spots inside her before. Loki growls as he picks up his pace before landing a hard spank on her cheek.

Lyla gasps in shock and pleasure as she looks at Loki confused.

"That's for the sass earlier." He says breathlessly as he continues to fuck her harder, now he knows she's OK.

"You needy little thing begging for my cock and taking it so well. You belong to me. None of those men out there. Do you understand? Only I can make you feel this way." He asks with menace as his eyes begin to roll back into his head at his own pleasure.

Lyla nods her head, but in her impending climax forgets to verbalise.

Another hard spank lands on her ass and she instinctively flinches up against the desk.

"Answer me." He demands and Lyla feels even more moisture pool between her legs.

She never wants this to stop.

"Yes, Sir. Only you Loki." She mumbles, completely lost in pleasure.

"I can feel you're close. I want you to cum for me when I tell you ok?" He orders, continuing to thrust so hard he's hitting her cervix. Lyla feels like she's going to black out if she has to hold off any longer.

"Yes Loki." She agrees as she finds her fingers digging into the belt leather again, desperately trying to hang onto the precipice she's falling off.

Loki's moans get louder and more desperate and she knows he's close too. She purposely clenches around him to help get him there.

"Play nice." Loki warns as he pulls harder on her hair.

Lyla's own moans are animalistic coming out of her mouth now at her near orgasm.

Loki's pressing her hips so hard into the desk she knows she will bruise but she doesn't give a shit. This feels so good she can't hold on much longer.

"Cum now." Loki suddenly growls as he moans and huffs through his own release, cumming inside Lyla, claiming her as his own and marking his territory.

With those divine sounds coming out of Loki's mouth, Lyla's feels herself let go. Her heels digger further into the hard floor and her wrists press against the restraints as she clenches around Loki involuntarily this time.

"Loki...LOKI...fuck....oh my god!" She screams as she scrunches her eyes shut and sees stars.

Loki continues fucking her through both their orgasms and only slows when he's sure she's reached the end. Lyla collapses, sweaty and satisfied back onto the wood as Loki pulls out of her, grabbing some tissues from a gold metallic box off the desk and holding it against Lyla before cleaning himself too.

With another swift movement he's released her bindings from her wrists and disposed of the tissues. Lyla lies with her eyes still shut, absolutely lost in the abyss of pleasure. She can't catch her breath, nor does she want to.

Loki slowly turns her over so she's on her back again and he kisses up her wrists on both sides to her neck as he pulls her straps back up of her dress.

Lyla opens her eyes hazily, giggling when she sees Loki looking at her proudly.

"Holy Hell..." Lyla begins, not even knowing how to describe it. He kisses her quickly on the lips, admiring his handiwork as he sees a hickey on her collarbone.

Lyla sits up lazily with his help as she looks around for her thong. Loki quickly sees what she's doing and swipes them up, stuffing them into a drawer on the other side of his desk and shaking his head at her.

"You're going to go back out there and sit like a good girl with me dripping down your leg. I want you to feel me in you and know what we've just done. Understand?" He asks but Lyla realises it's not up for debate.

She feels completely zoned out in bliss and nods her head.

"I understand Loki." She whispers, her voice hoarse from the moaning and screams. "Thank you...that was amazing."

She feels foolish that she just thanked him.

He helps her off the desk, pulling the dress back down from her waist, catching a glimpse of a mark on her thigh and frowning. He knew that wasn't from just now. Loki wasn't privy to this kind of information yet though. He made a mental note to ask her about it whenever the opportunity presented itself.

"Next time I won't go as easy." He warns as he grabs her throat and kisses her again, licking stripes on her lips.

Lyla smiles and blushes.

"I like the thought of a next time." She moans, biting her lip.

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