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~♡~

~ "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. ~

Lyla manages to pull herself together long enough to sort her dress out, as Loki's gaze trails over her rosy cheeks and glazed over eyes.

The fact he's just fucked her against his desk and made her produce those noises just for him sends him crazy. He'd had to stop himself from letting all his darkest fantasies out on her. She was too pure for him.

"I need to get back out there." Loki says lowly as he adjusts his trousers, glancing at himself in the mirror hanging on the wall by the door.

Lyla nods her head, unsure how she's going to go back out to all those men and not give away what just happened from her facial expression and racing heart. Lyla jumps off the desk she was perched on, feeling herself flush from embarrassment at what just happened and how much she just let herself go.

"May I use the bathroom?" She asks tentatively as Loki turns round to face her, grinning at her manners.

He nods as he opens the door, holding it open for her as he does his shirt top bottom back up. Somehow Loki looks like nothing had just happened, and for that Lyla was incredibly jealous of him.

A closed book.

"I'll bring you back down to the ground floor. There's one there you can use." Loki murmurs as Lyla walks across the room on unsteady feet, trying hard not to fall as her legs feel like pure jelly.

She's only just realising now that what she'd desired since meeting Loki had actually happened. She bites her lip to hold in a shy smile, but Loki catches this gesture. As he always does.

They walk to the elevators together, Loki's hand firmly placed on her lower back, controlling her direction and keeping her close to him. He can smell his own aftershave on her skin and he loves how possessive he feels.

It's only when he faces her in the elevator as they travel down, his eyes rake down to the blossoming bruise on her collarbone that is on display for everyone to see.

Half of him wants her to hide it, so no one knows what just happened, but the possessive half of him, the one that always won, wanted the damn world to see her mark. How he'd branded her as his and his only.

He smirked as Lyla looks at him confused. He traces a finger across her jaw, studying her swollen lips and the way she has to tilt her head to look up at him. Fucking adorable.

The elevator pings and he walks her down the hall, gesturing to a room off to the side for her to use and giving her directions back to the basement afterwards. Lyla thanks him and locks herself in the bathroom as fast as she can, finally releasing a breath she didn't realise she was holding. With shaky hands, she holds onto the sink, looking at herself for the first time that night.

Her hair was ruffled from Loki pulling it backwards, her skin tinted pink, her lips bruised from kissing heavily. But what drew her attention was the giant hickey Loki had inflicted on her.

She laughed giddily as she traces her fingers over it, feeling like a teenager all over again. Normally that kind of thing would horrify her, but the fact that he had marked her like this made her core feel weak again.

She quickly fixes her hair and dress straps, washing her hands and splashing cold water onto her neck in an attempt to slow her pulse down.

"Fuck Lyla, what are you getting into?" She sighs as she smiles at herself in the mirror.

The memory of Loki fucking her in his office would be seared into her mind for a long time to come. He made her feel ways she could never dream of, and that'd only been their first time together. God she hoped there was more.

It felt weird, being here in his house, around his associates, with her best friend too...almost like they were...

No no no.

We're not going here Lyla. Don't be one of those girls that can't separate sex from emotion.

Lyla quickly pulls herself together, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself. She'd just had a bit to drink and it had gone to her head, that was all.

She carefully unlocks the door again, taking one more sharp inhale and exhale before she walks back the way she came.

The dark granite floors make her small footsteps echo in the large space and she can't help but stare in wonder at the decor and the size of the place. It was pure luxury and riches. A world she'd never known until now.

Lyla approaches a turn in the corridor and she suddenly can't remember which way Loki told her to come back to the basement. Surely there was some staff around somewhere that could point her the right way.

Just as she was beginning to panic, she heard voices drifting through the air from a nearby room. Lyla feels relieved and begins to follow them, hearing familiarity in them. She quickly realises the two voices are coming from a room with the door ajar at the end of the corridor. The way doesn't look familiar, but the conversation she could hear in hushed tones lulled her in. She holds her breath as she slowly hesitates outside the entrance, listening in.

~♤~

"So you've brought Zemo here, to what? Make sure I can never do business with him? Poach him for yourself? What's your game Odinson?" James asks as leans against the back of a dark brown suede armchair, his blue eyes glimmering in a mixture of rage and mischief.

Loki scowls, knowing he would've had to have faced him sooner or later this evening. When Bucky had asked to speak to him privately, Loki's hand had twitched over his concealed blade, desperate for an excuse to use it. He'd fulfilled one need tonight, but there was another aching to be quelled. One that resulted in a deep crimson liquid being spilled.

Loki scowls as he pours himself a whiskey from the crystal decanter. He automatically pours James one too, both of them knowing that if he were to kill him, it wouldn't be through something as cowardly as poison.

James accepts and sarcastically raises his glass as Loki walks to sit on the opposite armchair. Loki remembers his father and Thor's word of keeping their enemies closer.

He hated the politics of being in the Mob sometimes. If it was up to him he'd just slice his opposers throats open and be done with it. He never knew why it had to be so complicated all the time.

"If you recall, I did not even realising you were coming until my Oaf of a brother invited you." Loki sneers as he takes a swig of the liquid in his glass, the soothing burn settling him.

He doesn't like the fact this man is in his home, his haven. But he doesn't feel threatened. He knows he could take him easily, and the hundreds of security cameras and weapons concealed around gave him an advantage. James would never be so foolish as to do this here.

"But yes, I suppose to answer your question. My father flew the Baron out to build relations. He seems particularly excited at what we have to offer him." Loki continues as he studies James' slightly twitching expression.

He absolutely lived for the discomfort he could bring others. He fed on it.

"That's bullshit, you wouldn't even know about him if it wasn't for me and my family." James retorts as he slams down the whiskey glass onto the table, causing some to spill over onto the dark mahogany.

Loki laughs drly.

"We know a lot more than you think Barnes. Not everything revolves around you. Now, let's play nice as our fathers instructed shall we? We both have businesses to run, and I don't need to remind you of the consequences if our relationship should fail do I?" Loki asks, seeing James get angrier by the second.

James was always quick to anger, it was his biggest weakness. Loki was impulsive, yes, but he could wait until the right moment to strike, hitting the place where it would hurt the most.

"Big threats coming from the brothers that have brought their girls here tonight." James leers as a new found courage washes over him.

He was terrified of the brothers and their father. The family was one of the most powerful in North America, but he'd never let them know that. The truth was that there was one person that had made James so bold tonight, and that was Lyla. Seeing her perfect petite form as she sat so obediently on Loki's lap, her flushed face as he touched her under the table, the way she bit her lip, how well she engaged in conversation with him. It'd turned him on no end.

He'd never seen anyone as beautiful as her, and he wanted her. Not just because she was stunning, but because she was Loki's. He'd seen the way Loki stared at her as if she was a goddess on Earth, and he knew there and then he had something to report back to his father. Something he thought he'd never see.

Genuine affection from the raven-haired assassin.

"I do not know what you're talking about." Loki's smirk falters slightly as he concentrates on taking another sip from his drink, the liquor suddenly feeling stale in his throat.

He knew that Thor inviting James here was a mistake, a power move, but a mistake nonetheless. He'd been foolish to let Natasha and Lyla into his home so early on. His chest tightens a little at the thought of Lyla being remotely threatened. It was a foreign sensation to him.

"Sure you do. Not your usual type though is she Loki? I'll give you that. When I've seen you before, it's been the fucking airhead bimbo types, but this one....this one is different."

James feels braver by the second as he moves to sit in the armchair he was leaning against now, his elbows resting on his knees as he leans forward studying Loki.

Thankfully, Loki was good at keeping on a mask, he'd worn it his whole life. He felt his blood go cold, but knew composure was everything for now. If he was going to convince James she was just a transaction...so be it.

"It's a simple arrangement, nothing more nothing less." Loki begins as he thinks carefully.

He said the words so easily, it's almost as if he believes it himself.

"She's not the usual type because it's easier with the naïve ones." Loki gives a cold laugh.

James' eyes narrow slightly as he sizes Loki up, looking for hints of a lie. He could tell his words didn't match his feelings. He'd seen it for himself.

"Really? Well in that case I don't suppose you'd mind if I came up with some kind of arrangement with her myself then? I'd like to see what all the fuss is about, and she is adorable." James said, licking his lips.

It's true, he'd fought hard to stop dirty images coming to his mind when he first saw Lyla. She was definitely special.

"Or Thor's girl...the red head, Natasha was it? Phew, both of them together, I wonder how much that'd cost. Whatever the price, I'd pay it." He says, emboldened by the sight of Loki's white knuckles clutching the arm of the chair.

He knew he'd got him.

Loki swallows hard. "I don't like sharing property. It's as simple as that. I can't speak for Thor, but I'd imagine he's not up for a settlement either." Loki snarls through gritted teeth.

For a tiny second, Loki swears he could hear a sharp exhale come from outside the door, almost like a muffled cry. He frowns, bolting upright and striding towards the door which he finds ajar. His heart races as he thinks about the possibility of someone hearing the conversation.

Not just someone....

However, when he opens it and gazes down the corridor, there's no one to be seen. He was getting more paranoid the longer he was in this business. He sighs, turning back to the metal-armed man who's wearing a look on his face of victory.

"Why don't we go back out and not keep the lovely ladies waiting anyway?" James says as he rises too, striding towards the open door and sharply hitting Loki on the back.

Loki bites his tongue hard, his hand inching towards his knife, comforting images of plunging it into James' carotid artery flooding his brain.

"One thing." Loki says as he grabs James by shoulder before he can leave, digging his nails in deep to his flesh as he pierces his gaze.

"I won't tell you this again. But go near my property, and I will end you. No consulting my father first, no protection because you work for us. That'll be it." Loki snarled as he saw James's face falter in both fear and smugness.

James pulled Loki's hand away with his metal arm with ease. Loki, unblinking, continues to look into his gaze sharply.

"Noted." He murmurs with a mischievous look dancing across his features.

Loki knows he will kill him one day. He's not sure when, or how, but he knows the time will come when he will take great pleasure in feeling his warm blood seep onto his skin.

~♡~

Lyla sits next to Nat, downing her second vodka soda since she came back into the room.

She'd had a few side glances and a questioning raised eyebrow from Nat about where she'd been, but Nat could tell something had upset her friend so she left it. Lyla slams down her empty glass, gesturing the waiter back over.

"Can I get another please?" Lyla asks sweetly as the waiter blushes and nods, hurrying away to get another for the girl who's quickly becoming quite drunk.

"Right c'mon, let's play another round, deal me in!" Lyla shouts as she throws poker chips from Loki's pile into the middle, winking at Pietro as she does.

The men look between each other, shrugging from under the haze of the cigar smoke. Lyla has no idea how much money she's throwing in, but judging from the way these men are dressed head to toe in designer gear, the watches on their wrist and the cars parked out the front, it's a shit tonne of money.

Nat leans in, placing a hand on Lyla's arm as she steadies her. Lyla spins her head round to see her friend looking at her worriedly.

"Everything ok babe?" Nat asks as Lyla sees Thor looking on, frowning too.

She swallows hard. If this is all this is between her and Loki, then why not just make the most of it? He's giving her a fuck load of money, it's no skin off her back. Lyla might as well have fun along the way.

She was stupid to be offended by what she'd heard. Idiotic. Naive.

"All good Hun, just want to have a little fun!" Lyla cheers as the men settle into another game with her.

Lyla's raucous laugher fills the room, and she even grabs a cigar from Steve's mouth, taking a puff herself, cringing a little at the taste as she held the smoke in her mouth before releasing and laughing.

Steve laughs with her, taking it from her mouth and showing her once again how to do it properly, his eyes lighting up at the attention the stunning woman was giving him, no matter how brief.

They were interrupted by a clearing of a throat as Loki and James strode back into the room. The look on Loki's face as he looks at the scene before him sent shivers down Lyla's spine, and was enough for the whole room to fall quiet, Steve, grabbing the cigar back from Lyla's mouth and pushing his chair further away, eyes cast downwards.

Lyla rolls her eyes at how scared the men were. They had a right to be she supposes, but she wasn't part of their world. What Loki was capable of was just imagination to her.

"Ah, Loki, there you are. I hope you don't mind but we started again. And look I'm winning!" Lyla slurs slightly.

She throws her winning hand onto the table, gathering everyone else's chips as they smile politely at her, incredibly aware that Loki was staring daggers into everyone in the room.

Even Nat held her breath as she saw the way he looked between Lyla and the others.

"Loki, James, come join us." Thor says as he stood upright, gesturing for the two to sit, trying to keep the peace.

Loki thinks for a second before he plasters a menacing smirk on his face.

"Of course." Loki taunts as he makes his way to the chair next to Lyla.

He can see she's had a few more drinks in the time since he's been speaking with James. He suddenly worries just how many judging by her hazy eyes.

Despite her smile, he can see a tint of sadness behind them as she stares emptily at the pile of chips in front of her. The others continue talking now, carefully the energy in the room picks back up again as James observes Loki and Lyla closely.

"Everything alright Pet?" Loki asks under his breath as he picks up the deck of cards to reshuffle.

He had professionals in to do this usually but he enjoyed the control over the game tonight; deciding people's fates.

Lyla quickly looks up at him through her thick eyelashes, nodding her head a little too quickly.

"Never better. I can't believe I won the last round, I normally lose at games, must be my naivety." Lyla laughs emptily as she crosses her legs away from Loki, her body language betraying her.

That phrase sits bitter in his mind.

It's then that he realises she must've heard him and James somehow.

His heart plummets, although he isn't sure why. The terms of their relationship were laid out carefully, it suited them both.

Or so he thought.

Maybe fucking her wasn't such a good idea.

"Lyla..." he begins lowly but Lyla turns to face him, placing a hand on his knee and catching him off guard.

"I know what this is Loki, don't worry." She reassures him, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes.

She leans forward to place a kiss on his cheek, but the gesture feels empty on her behalf. Loki sighs, he longs to pull her into a deep kiss, to protect her from the horrors of the world. But then it dawns on him, that he is the horrors of the world.

James' gaze wanders down Lyla's collarbone to the large hickey that's nestled into her skin, blooming dark purple.

He knows that he's found a way to hurt the invincible self-proclaimed 'God'. But fuck, how he wishes it was his mouth that'd made that mark on her. He shifts in his seat as his thoughts taunt him.

Lyla catches him looking her up and down and she can recognise the hunger in his eyes, a similar one that every man wears in the room right now.

She knows that James is an enemy somewhat of Loki, but it doesn't change the fact that he's fucking handsome, and she's got alcohol coursing in her veins. She gives him a sly smile, so quick that Loki misses it. But James doesn't.

At the end of the night, the men say their goodbyes to the brothers and the girls, James hesitates before he looks right at Loki, pulling Lyla into a hug and whispering into her ear.

"A privilege to meet you Doll. I'll see you soon." He husks and despite the fact Lyla still has Loki's cum dripping out of her and giving her a familiar ache, she feels butterflies in her stomach.

It's boldened by the alcohol whizzing through her blood stream too though.

She hugs him back.

"Nice to meet you James." She replies.

He gives her a wink as Loki steps protectively towards her, standing between them now as they've pulled apart, a look on his face like he wants to rip the man from limb to limb. Thor holds his arm back steadily, anchoring him in, warning him.

"Oh and Doll, you can call me Bucky." James says as he gives a salute goodbye, hopping into a black ferrari and speeding off out of sight.

Lyla bites her lip as she feels those alarm bells blaring once again.

She turns to Loki who has a furious look on his face. She can't say that despite what she heard, she isn't still insanely attracted to him. If he can fuck her that good and she can get a hefty payday at the end of it, surely everyone's happy.

She can't help but repeat his words in her head about her being naive and it being easier that way. It's what Lyla thought was a reason at the beginning. Of course he didn't really like her.

She sways unsteadily on the spot as Loki wraps an arm around her, ushering her back inside the mansion, as Thor and Nat exchange some words. Nat then walks up to Lyla.

"I'm going back to Thor's. Are you okay here? Want a lift home?" Nat asks as she briefly looks at Loki before studying Lyla's face.

She knew her best friend was drunk, but she also knew Loki cared about her and would keep her safe. She wasn't sure the boundaries in this arrangement. She'd spent endless nights at Tony's, but wasn't sure if these two had discussed such things.

Lyla nods her head before Loki look at Natasha.

"She can stay here." He says firmly as Lyla looks up at him confused.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother. I can go back to mine." Lyla drawls as she rubs her eyes tiredly, her heels long ago discarded.

Nat looks at Loki again for confirmation, making sure Lyla would be ok if she left.

"You're never a bother Lyla. I've got many bedrooms that never get used, you're more than welcome to one." Loki smiles dryly as he tries desperately to win her back over again.

He knows she's putting on a front and a conversation would be needed tomorrow when she was sober.

"Right...sure." Lyla smirks to herself sadly.

She gives Nat a hug and waves Thor goodbye.

"Stay safe." She whispers to Nat who squeezes her hand tightly.

"I'm a phonecall away." She responds as she gives Loki a certain glare before walking away.

With the two of them alone in the huge house, minus the staff tidying the basement up and security around the perimeter, the atmosphere shifts to an uncomfortable one.

Lyla has a thousand things she wants to say, but she can't bring herself to say them. Little does she know Loki is in the same position.

"Right, well first things first, you're not going to bed until you've properly hydrated yourself and eaten something, so come to the kitchen." He orders, taking her hand and leading her through many corridors until they come to a huge darkly decorated modernistic kitchen.

He helps her up onto the grey marble island in the middle as he gets a crystal glass of water from the dispenser in the fridge, handing it to her as he puts his hands on the worktop either side of her. His emerald eyes are darker now, with fatigue and with worry. He looks at her solemnly.

"Drink." He instructs and Lyla knows better than to argue with him.

She gulps it down, grimacing as the coldness hits her stomach. She suddenly feels sick with how much she's drank, but the water helps.

Loki watches until every last sip is gone before he pulls out a frying pan, rolling up his shirt sleeves and cracking a couple of eggs into it with some butter and chives.

"You cook?" Lyla laughs as she takes in the domesticated sight.

From this angle she can see some tattoos dance up his arm that she hadn't paid attention to before. She sees a snake wrap itself around his elbow, intricately designed with some thorns entwined around it. Lyla steadies her breath as she realises she learns more about him every time she is with him.

Lyla feels once more that she's getting a look into something that she shouldn't have. She can't help but feel utterly confused about what's going on. Her head spins as she clutches onto the counter.

Loki smiles to himself, realising he doesn't have to keep his mask on this tightly. Lyla's had too much to drink and she likely will be fuzzy in the morning on the details. He isn't quite sure why he's cooking for a woman in his own home, or why he's even offered her to stay over. No one has ever stayed over before, minus Thor. He shakes his head quickly.

"Of course I cook, I'm not a complete Neanderthal." Loki hisses as he stirs in the milk, making scrambled eggs for Lyla whether she likes it or not.

She's only small, and he knows that the quality of the vodka she's been drinking in his house will turn her stomach in the morning.

"I wonder how many girls you've cooked for before." Lyla says with a hint of pity to her tone.

He turns around to see her frowning, looking upset. He was hoping to wait until she was sober to talk about this if it needed to be done.

"None." He says quickly as he stops stirring and looks at her fully now.

He sees the way even though she is drunk, that her shoulders stoop and her gaze is far away. She is truly upset by tonight. And seeing her be leered at by the other men made him realise how much he needed to make it clear she was his.

"I highly doubt that." Lyla smiles sadly as Loki plates up the eggs, passing her a fork and setting the plate on the side of her.

"It's true Lyla, I swear it." Loki says as he pulls two fingers under her chin to look up at him. "I know you heard me talk to James earlier Pet." He growls as he looks at her chidingly.

Lyla looks back down as she takes a deep breath.

"Loki, we don't need to talk about this. I'm not upset." Lyla starts as she grabs the fork and scoops up some eggs, ramming them into her mouth.

She can't help but groan at how good they are. Loki smiles.

"We obviously do. I can tell what I said hurt you. But I promise it's not-" Loki begins but Lyla cuts him off with a finger to his mouth.

"I'm not upset." Lyla repeats as she spoons more egg into her mouth.

Loki sighs heavily. He wipes his brow in expasperation.

"We'll talk tomorrow." Loki says with certain as Lyla rolls her eyes again.

"You're drunk so I'm going to forgive that eye roll." Loki growls as he takes the plate away from her when she finishes. "Now let's get you to bed. You need to rest." He orders as he helps lift her off the counter.

Lyla shrugs away but he ignores it and keeps a hand on her lower back as he takes her to the second floor.

Loki shows Lyla the room she'll be staying in next to his. It's virtually untouched and Lyla suddenly believes that he's never had anyone to stay before. Not in this room anyway.

Lyla feels more sober now as she walks around the room, touching the Angora throw at the bottom of the bed and trailing her fingers over the velvet curtains. The bedding in this room probably costs more than what she makes in a year at the library. She yawns as she realises she has nothing with her that she needs.

"I, um...I don't have anything to get changed into." Lyla says, suddenly feeling self-conscious as she's still in her tight dress.

Loki nods his head slowly as he wanders out the room and back again, holding a Dolce & Gabanna navy t-shirt. Lyla takes it from him, smiling a small smile as she feels awkward.

"There's toiletries in the ensuite. Whatever you need, just use it." Loki adds as he begins to move back towards the door, feeling unsure of himself and where they stand.

No matter how much he wanted to watch her put on that t-shirt of his and christen his Egyptian cotton sheets with her cum, he had to tell himself to refrain.

"Thanks Loki, I'll see you in the morning." Lyla says quietly as she slides down the straps from her dress, clutching it at the middle so it didn't fall down.

Loki let his gaze linger over her incredible figure one last time, and the lovebite he'd imprinted on her, before smiling and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

Lyla got under the incredibly soft sheets and pulled up the blankets around her, feeling less dizzy and sick now some food and water was inside her.

Her head however was still spinning with thoughts. She wasn't sure where she stood. Loki had seemingly made it clear, but his actions spoke otherwise.

Was she stupid to give in and just give him what he obviously wanted this early on? But it had felt so right...and God his hands were straight from heaven above.

She flushes pink to herself as she begins to feel the ache between her legs, reminding her of his length pushing into her only hours before, the filthy words he uttered into her ear and his brutal pace. She tries to close her eyes and ignore the need, but she can't hold out much longer.

~♤~

Loki lies awake in his own bedroom, staring up at the ceiling and cursing himself for saying those things to James without realising Lyla was listening.

He'd had to say them of course, James was a dangerous man, this wasn't a game. He'd have to step up Lyla's security detail that he'd already secretly placed on her without her realising. He knew it wouldn't take long for James to know everything about Lyla, and he hated himself for letting that happened.

Loki found his thoughts wandering back to how incredible Lyla looked tonight in that red dress. It made him want to spend his endless wealth on her every single day, to see her dripping in his luxury.

He thinks about pushing up the silky fabric to her middle, with her bare ass spread for him over the desk as he fucked her hard against the wood and she cried out his name. He feels himself growing hard at the thought of it again. He'd been with many women but none had felt as good as her.

He gets up in annoyance, throwing his boxers on as his thoughts spiral, tiptoeing out of his room and across to Lyla's door.

He doesn't know what he's doing as he paces, wondering if he should talk to her, wake her up and tell her he was sorry, this is new to him, emotions and feelings. Fuck, it made him weak and he despised it. This is why he is better alone.

She's just an arrangement Loki, nothing more or less. She's here for the money, and you get what you want from it.

Just as he was about to turn on his heels and go back to bed, he stills as he hears a noise come from Lyla's room.

Loki presses an ear to the door as he feels himself harden.

Unmistakable groans echo throughout the room quietly.

If he wasn't awake and standing outside her door, he wouldn't have heard it, but he is and he does.

He feels is nails dig into his palm as he clenches his fist, his cock aching at the mewling sounds coming out of Lyla's mouth. He realises, with a smirk, that she's touching herself. He hopes to Gods it's to the thought of him.

He knows Lyla struggles to give herself the pleasure only he can, so he contemplates going in there and helping her out.

But he's not sure where he stands, so he listens , staying still and quiet as he gently reaches towards his boxers, gripping himself harshly and thrusting into his own hand.

His arousal quickly builds as he imagines her lying under his sheets in his t-shirt, playing with herself, her fingers coated in her wet as she bites her lip to keep his name from slipping past them.

He knows it's risky, doing this here. He could be caught by her any second, but he also secretly hopes to. No woman has ever driven him this mad with lust before. As her moans build, so does his need to climax.

He places a hand on Lyla's bedroom door against the wood to steady himself as his other continues to stroke his cock fast and hard.

He feels his release getting closer as he pictures her in the dressing room that day, lying backwards and spreading her pussy just for him. He can't take it any longer and as Lyla's moans become more stiffled, he finds himself coming into the palm of his hand with a grunt.

Lyla's moans halt as she thinks she hears something. Loki quickly gathers himself, tucking himself back into his boxers and hurrying back to his room to clean up the mess before she can come out and check. It feels wrong what he just did, but he's fucking addicted to her.

He's in trouble.

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