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Lyla was scared to go home or be alone. The bile rises in her throat as painful flashbacks threaten her peripheral vision.

He had sent that note to her work for a reason, perhaps it meant that he didn't know where she lived. She wanted to keep it that way.

Unable to complete the rest of her shift, she'd feigned a migraine and appeared at Nat's door.

This wasn't unusual for their friendship, so Nat hadn't questioned it, but she knew something was wrong with her friend. Lyla was still in shock and didn't want to tell her until she was sure and had figured some things out.

She knew what Nat was like, and she'd fly off the handle straight away, demanding she go to the police or calling the brothers. Lyla shudders. She couldn't face all this, not right now when she was slowly getting her life back. It was easier to pretend it hadn't happened, just for tonight.

Nat hands her a large glass of red wine as she flops down onto the sofa, Lyla taking a seat next to her, fiddling nervously with the stem of her glass. Nat knows better than to pry when Lyla is in these moods, knowing she'll tell her on her own timing.

"Sooo...you've caught me up with your night with Loki after the poker party. Wanna hear about my night?" Nat says with a cheeky wink.

Lyla snaps out of her daze, taking a swig of wine that was larger than she intended it to be as she looked at her best friend. Nat's face lit up in mischief as she puts her wine glass on the coffee table and brushes a strand of her deep red hair behind her ear. Luckily, Nat had lent Lyla some of her pyjamas to get changed into, so the two were cosy on the couch.

"Of course I do!" Lyla says, trying to feign enthusiasm and fight through all the painful memories trying to claw their way through to the forefront of her brain.

She swallows more wine, trying to drown the demons.

Unfortunately for Lyla, she knew they could swim.

Focusing on her breathing, she looks deeply into her friend's bright eyes.

"Well..." Nat begins as she shuffles closer, her cheeks flushing pink.

For a second her friend looks so excited, that Lyla forgets about what just happened at the library.

"Me and Thor had a bit of a deep chat...turns out we both wanna make this a little more exclusive." Nat says as she looks away with a smirk, knowing that was a huge statement for someone like her to make, who hates commitment.

Lyla's eyes widen.

"Shut up! You....in a relationship?" Lyla says as she swats at her shoulder, nearly spilling her wine.

Nat grabs her shoulder in mock pain.

"Hey! I didn't say the R word!" She declares as she picks up her own glass again, taking a large sip, clearly needing it as much as Lyla but for different reasons.

"It's pretty much. Wow. This is crazy." Lyla muses, lost in her thoughts as she thinks back to how different hers and Loki's arrangement was compared to Nat's organic one that was blossoming before her eyes.

She can't help but feel jealous. Lyla bites her lips without realising it as her eyes latch onto something far away.

"Ly- I know that look on your face. Is this about Loki? You like him don't you? Sleeping together always complicates things." Nat sighs as she puts both their glasses down and gets Lyla to face her properly, grabbing the side of her jaw to look at her, searching her eyes.

Lyla shakes her head slowly.

"No! No. I've told you before, we knew what this arrangement was going into it. It's just...he's so damn hard to read Nat. I feel like I don't know where I stand. Despite the fact I've signed a whole bloody contract about it." Lyla rambles as she rubs her temple a little in exhaustion.

Her whole life feels like a complete jumble right now.

And this letter with one simple sentence on it has potentially changed her life forever again. He always ruined everything good, like a poison dropped into a drink.

"Things change, situations develop. But remember the promise you made at the start? Please take care of yourself. I don't know Loki like I do Thor, but I see the way he looks at you, something's happening." Nat declares firmly as she looks at Lyla dead on.

Lyla moves her head into her hands as she sighs deeply, groaning.

"Everything is getting messy." She moans as Nat rubs her shoulder lovingly.

"I don't want you to go through what I went through. I just want you to be happy. You deserve it after so much shit." Nat whispers.

Lyla feels a lump in her throat at all the emotions whizzing through her crowded mind.

"You need to talk to Loki." Nat says again. Lyla shakes her head.

"Absolutely not. I'm not even sure I like like him. It could just be the fact he's the only guy to have ever made me cum...several times and in several ways at that." Lyla says, trying to smile but Nat sees how it doesn't meet her eyes.

"You need to figure it out babe. Chances are he might be feeling similar." Nat bites her lip.

She's worried about her friend. She won't say it, but she's not entirely sure Loki is capable of feelings from what she's heard from Thor and witnessed. But there's no denying the way Loki gripped her thigh or looked at her like that night at his. It was possessive, sure. But there was something more to it she couldn't quite place.

"Yeah, right. How could someone as rich and powerful as him like me? I've got nothing to give in return, we barely know each other." Lyla says as she moves her hands, looking back at her friend again.

Nat tilts her head to the side slightly.

"Ly, you don't give yourself enough credit. I won't stand for it! You are everything. You got me through hard times, you've gotten yourself through hard times. You're my sister. You have everything to give." Nat says frustratedly as she punches her friends arm.

"Ow!" Lyla groans as she finishes the glass of wine in one.

It was making her feel warm inside and helping her to forget things that were clawing their way up.

"You're too good for everyone." Nat sighs. "Besides, you say you don't know each other that well, why don't you actually have a date somewhere private? Why don't you invite him into your world a little? You're too good at putting your defences up."

Lyla hums in vague agreement. She knew eventually she'd have to go more than surface level with Loki if she wanted to test the waters. This went against everything the contract was aimed at. Why would someone as wealthy and dangerous as Loki want to hang out in her tiny apartment anyway? She feels embarrassed by the thought.

"Nat? Are you scared about being involved with Thor, with everything the brothers do?" Lyla asks suddenly, trying to read her friend's stoic face.

Nat licks her teeth. "Sure, but I'm used to being in that world. You just don't get involved past what you need to. Thor wouldn't tell me what to do in my work, and vice versa. You do have a certain level of paranoia that comes with it though, there's a lot of powerful people that might be out to get them. You have to know how to take care of yourself. That's why Tony made me sign up to that martial arts club...the Red Room. I'll take you there someday, even if it's just to make me feel better for you." Nat says, going to grab the bottle for a refill.

"I'm not seeing you get hurt again Ly, I don't care in what capacity. So if Loki or Thor get us involved in anything, I'll fight tooth and nail to get us out."

Lyla swallows hard. So many thoughts, no answers to any of the problems in her head. She can't decipher her feelings on anything, and now she might not only be in danger from being associated with Loki, but he found her again after all this time. She shivers.

She had a bad feeling about what was to come.

~♡~

The next morning, Loki had sent Lyla a text asking what her plans were for the evening as he wanted to take her out.

Lyla had made the bold move of asking Loki over to hers....for dinner. The thought of something so domesticated set her nerves on fire, but she was hoping it would clear her head.

Loki had quickly accepted the offer, curious as to why he was suddenly getting a glimpse into the real Lyla's life. One she had so fiercely protected, as had he with his.

Despite this notion they both had barriers up constantly, he felt the shift in their relationship. They hadn't seen each other since they finally fucked, but he was sure he wanted to do it again. He wanted to be the only one to make her feel that way. He just wasn't sure how to say it. Or what it meant.

Lyla had gotten a cab back to her apartment, pulling her hood up, looking around her as she got out and ran to the door, holding her keys through her fists for protection.

She'd gotten so drunk with Nat the night before, she'd almost forgotten about the very real threat looming over her from her past life.

Now that she was standing in her apartment, out of breath from running up the stairs two at a time and alone, Lyla slides down the back of the door to the floor, tears coming to her eyes.

Taking the note out of her handbag, she slowly unfolds it again, seeing the bold writing taunting her. Reminding her she'd never be done with him, that he'd always find her, that he could always control her.

She cries heavily without having anyone to hide it from. She had tried so hard to have a clean break, to move somewhere different in the city that he didn't know, but it was to no avail.

She didn't want to leave New York. This was her home, it's where her non-biological sister and mother were. She couldn't let him take that away from her too.

Lyla had only just begun to repair her life. The only people who knew what she had been through was Melina, Nat and Peggy. Without them, she wouldn't be able to stand upright and still function in society.

She knew that Nat would be furious that she had spent the night with her and not even told her about the note, but she wasn't mentally ready to face it and what it meant. The weight however, was now firmly settling into her bones at the gravity of the situation.

How had he found her? Was he watching her now? Was she safe?

She stands up, trembling, double locking the door and putting the chain on. With shaking limbs, she leaves her bag by the door, going into the kitchen to grab a knife and doing a sweep of the apartment to make sure no-one's hiding.

Nothing looks out of place but the intrusive thoughts are taking over. Once she's sure that every crevice has been investigated and drawn the curtains, she collapses onto her bed, putting the knife and note onto her bedside table.

Lyla stays curled up in the foetal position before she must've dozed off, a mixture of exhaustion and hangover from the wine taking over finally and lulling her into a dreamless, empty sleep.

~♤~

Loki plays with the hem of his shirt in the mirror, deciding it's not right before trying another one on.

He'd been extremely thrown off by Lyla's invitation. It was so bold of the little bird, something so unusual for her. He was intrigued to say the least, and curiosity was definitely getting the best of him. He was desperate to see what the inside of her world looked like...what the inside of her bedroom looked like.

He hadn't been able to stop daydreaming about all the ways he wanted to fuck her and make her come undone before him since that night. Even during the heated meeting with the Zemos where they'd come to a business deal that was agreeable, much to James' distaste. But he'd deal with that later, for now he had to go and get his fix.

Taking a bottle of Dom Perignon from his wine cellar, dressed in a crisp grey shirt and tight black trousers, he gives himself the once over before grabbing his Maserati keys.

He had no idea what to expect from tonight, but his thoughts grew dark at the images of possibility. Loki had to say though, he wasn't looking forward to entering the run-down apartment complex again.

The thought of such a pure human being being in there made him clench his fists. He'd have to talk to Lyla about upgrading, especially now that she had enough money. Failing that, he'd buy a place for her.

He slowed down his thoughts as he got into his car, realising he was getting too far ahead and feeling alien at the power of them and the need to want to take care of this girl.

He shook his head hard, double checking the present he had for her sitting on the passenger seat before taking off and speeding downtown into the bright city lights. His heart hammering hard at the thought of seeing the angel again.

Loki pulls up, his car hugging the curb as the engine slowly dies down. He takes a deep breath before he goes to buzz for Lyla's apartment, his fingers hesitating over the button before he pushes firmly.

All the danger he's been in before, and yet his body is filled with adrenaline. This was definitely a new feeling, and he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Who is it?" A voice rings out from the speaker by the door. Loki frowns, Lyla was expecting him wasn't she?

"It's me Pet." He murmurs as he looks around him, checking he's not being followed.

A habit that is second nature to him now.

The door clicks and Loki finds himself in the musty stairwell again.

The elevator is out of service but he wouldn't trust his life in it anyway.

He quickly paces up the stairs, not wanting to spend too long out here. He relaxes as he finally sees Lyla's door, but those familiar stirring feelings gather in his throat again. He clears it, knocking on the door and swallowing down any semblance of feeling. Feelings were for the weak.

Lyla opens the door in a prada mini-dress that she'd purchased when her and Nat went shopping the other day, still clearly feeling self-conscious in such luxurious items.

Loki's eyes roam her curves before he looks into her piercing eyes, slightly tinted red which he noted to take into account. Had she been crying? He wasn't sure.

She looked absolutely breath-taking as usual though, her hair in a high ponytail on her head, her lips painted a deep red. Loki took a deep inhale.

"Hi Loki." Lyla whispered as her shoulders relaxed a little.

She steps to the side to let him in as he hands her a small turquoise bag, a bunch of black roses and another gift bag. Lyla looks genuinely surprised, even still, that he comes bearing treats for her.

"Hello darling." He coos as he tries to disguise his shock at her beauty.

He goes to shrug off his jacket to hang on the coat rack, quickly glimpsing around him at the interior as he does so, trying to be inconspicuous.

His eyes take in the blur of colours across the room in front of him in her small apartment, the splashes of artwork dotted across her walls, the mountains of books on the shelves, the little quirks that would look so out of place in anyone else's home.

Anyone but hers.

To Loki it was perfectly Lyla. It was as if several things clicked in his head as he matched her safe space to her.

He suddenly feels intrusive, bringing such a dark energy into such a positive home. He frowns briefly before he looks at Lyla who's eyes are lit up, carrying the gifts through to the kitchen to the side. He follows her through, smelling food instantly and smiling sweetly at her tiny kitchen.

"I'm so sorry, it's not as grand as your place...I wasn't sure you'd even want to come. Is it weird?" Lyla rambles as she puts the gifts down on the worktop, turning to Loki and scrunching her nose a little.

Loki's heart beats faster at how adorable she was. So angelic, so sweet. Too innocent.

Loki looks around a little more, seeing some family pictures on the wall. He recognises the flicker of red hair to be a younger Natasha with Lyla, smiling into the camera as they both hold on tightly to a rope swing over a lake. He sees another of a darker haired steely-faced woman between the two girls, yet she looks at them with love. The last he sees is a woman who is the spitting image of Lyla, holding hands on the beach, Lyla is young. She looks happy and carefree. Not a look he's seen her wear before.

Loki realises how much loss Lyla must've experienced, just like him, despite them being worlds apart.

"I feel honoured Lyla that you've allowed me in. I don't care how big it is. To be honest, my place lacks what yours does." Loki notes as he turns back to her, brushing a hand over her cheek lightly as he places a small kiss on her forehead.

A gesture again so simple that it takes Loki off guard that he even does it. Lyla smiles.

"What's that?" She asks as she moves away slowly to get a vase for the roses.

"Personality, life, warmth. Basically everything you are that I'm not." Loki smiles sadly as he watches her fill the vase with water, taking the stems one by one and arranging them carefully in front of her.

He feels for the first time, how comfortable she is in her own environment. He is getting a peak behind the curtain that guards her so closely. He feels privileged.

"Loki, I don't think you see yourself how I do." Lyla mutters as she looks at her handiwork before smiling back up at Loki.

He feels a pang through his heart. She doesn't know the half of who he really is, the darkness that lies inside him, nestled into his fibres.

"That's the issue, you don't see the bad. You haven't seen it..." Loki mumbles before he clears his throat, putting his mask back on again.

Lyla looks at him thoughtfully before he pushes the gifts in front of her.

"What's the occasion?" Lyla asks, laughing lightly.

God, he loved that sound.

"Does there have to be one? As I said, I enjoy spoiling you." Loki smirks.

Lyla undoes the bow wrapped around the present, gasping when she sees the first edition of Wuthering Heights cradled into the satin cushion that protects it in the box. Her eyes become shiny as she looks up in shock at Loki.

"Loki! You have to stop bringing me these books, they're too precious. They deserve to be in a library or something." Lyla exclaims as she admires the sight in front of her.

These things cost a fortune, the restoration alone is painstaking and expensive. She cannot believe it.

Loki smiles fondly. "Well, perhaps we can think about getting you a bigger flat next, for all your books of course." He slips the idea into her head, trying not to sound too pushy.

"I like this flat, I paid for it by myself when I moved out from living with Nat...but I guess you're right, I could maybe look for somewhere a little nicer." Lyla says, thinking about the possibilities the money could buy her.

She was still nervous to touch most of it.

"I'll sort it out if you like. It'd make me feel more at ease if you lived somewhere a little, umm, safer." Loki says delicately.

Lyla rolls her eyes, seeing through the act.

"It's not so bad here." She notes as she carefully repackages the book back into the box, too afraid to touch it.

"Trust me, it is. This area has one of the highest knife crime rates in the city." Loki sighs as he watches her pick up the turquoise gift bag next.

"How do you know?" Lyla presses, her breathing becoming a little unsteady as she attempts to dig a little deeper into the unspoken subject between them.

The one that their contract forbid them from talking about. She couldn't help it. She wanted to know she was safe.

Her past didn't help, no matter how safe Loki made her feel. Or how good he made her feel. She still had to take care of herself after all. Lyla had learnt that lesson the hard way.

Loki shifts from one foot to the other, biting the inside of his cheek briefly. His eyebrows pull together in concern. He doesn't want to be a monster.

"You can't talk about work, right?" Lyla whispers as she halts her actions with the gift, looking worriedly at Loki.

Her pulse quickens and she's sure he picks up on it.

"It's ok, I get it. I know what you do isn't exactly...legal Loki. Whatever it is that you do. I've resigned myself to the fact I'll never really know. Not that I guess I want to. I just want to know....that you're safe." Lyla says again sheepishly.

Loki's gaze picks up at this, surprised by the words he's heard.

"You worry about my safety Darling?" He asks softly. She nods slowly.

"I know we still don't know each other that well, but I can tell despite what you do you're a good person. I like spending time with you, I want you to be ok." She adds, worried she's saying the wrong thing.

Loki looks at her bewildered.

"If you think I'm a good person then you don't know me so well Lyla." He says bitterly. Lyla gulps.

"I know how I feel, my gut doesn't lie. Trust me." Lyla says firmly, before resuming opening her present.

Loki feels his heart swell, the feelings so foreign in his chest like an invader trying to take over. He feels utterly confused by how his emotions are betraying him right now. He is quickly realising that this contract may become breach at any point, but at the moment he is so utterly swept up being in her bubble and hearing her say these things that he doesn't care. Just for now.

Lyla opens it, seeing a diamond tennis bracelet from Tiffany's. It's unlike anything she's ever owned before, it's so fancy. She feels so undeserving.

"Loki, it's beautiful." She gasps as he walks closer to take it out the box, his cold fingers tracing over her skin on her wrist as he puts it on her.

He lingers a little longer, his fingers hovering over her pulse. Loki can feel her heart hammering. He loves the effect he has on her.

"Not nearly as much as you, Pet." He whispers as he places a kiss on the crook of her neck.

Lyla lets out a breathy moan at the contact, his fingers still on her pulse, seeing how it dangerously speeds up at the gesture. He smiles against her skin.

"I just need to express how much I enjoy your company." He mumbles before pulling away.

Lyla instinctively leans forward at the loss of contact before checking her wrist and admiring the way it glints in the light.

"Shit! The food!" Lyla suddenly snaps out of her daze as she goes over to the oven, getting the lasagne out. "Take a seat in the other room Loki, I'll bring it through." She gestures for him to leave as she begins to dish up.

She pours the expensive looking bottle of champagne that Loki brought with him into two glasses and taking everything through to the set-up table in her living room.

Loki is still looking around curiously and Lyla finds the sight of such a huge, tattooed and dangerous man in her tiny flat amusing.

They settle down, chatting throughout the dinner. Lyla's eyes sparkle in the glow of the candle between them and Loki can't help but feel how beautiful she is.

He sees the way she bites her lip when he looks at her and thinks about all the ways he wants to fuck her in this apartment, to assert his dominance and claim this territory. As well as that darker side taking over him and all the ways he wants to utterly corrupt her soul, he feels the softness of her talking about growing up with Nat's mother, memories of her own mother and eventually even pulling a few from Loki about Frigga which he didn't expect.

It was a perfect night, but every now and then Lyla's eyes would drift off to somewhere far away where he couldn't follow.

The champagne was delicious but had gotten to Lyla's head. She felt fuzzy and safe, a familiar feeling from Nat's the previous night. The way this dark and handsome man looked at her was making her ache to be touched.

"Come, let's sit somewhere more comfortable." Loki stated as he reached for her hand, as if he could read her mind.

He led them to her yellow sofa, chuckling at how much like Lyla it was.

Lyla allows Loki to take the lead, following his actions, not wanting to overstep. She feels she's gotten to slowly chip away at his exterior just a little tonight. She longs for more.

More importantly she longs for the way he made her feel at his house the other night.

And Loki feels the same.

He pulls her down onto his lap so she's straddling him as he rubs the side of her thighs. Her skin is like silk beneath his touch and he already feels himself growing hard under her.

She slightly throws her head back as he traces a hand up her stomach over her dress, between her breasts and achingly slowly up her collarbone towards her throat. He wraps his fingers around it, exerting pressure but not too much, restraining himself. It's another challenge, but he knows it'll be worth it.

Lyla gasps at this movement but bits her lip as she looks into his eyes, the simple act alone turning him on no end.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about how well you took my cock the other night." Loki murmurs, his voice like velvet as it goes straight to Lyla's core, instantly making her wet.

She feels alive, those bad thoughts buried deep down under her lust for the man in front of her. The filthy statement coming from his mouth makes her moan.

"Tell me you've been thinking about it too." Loki orders as he squeezes her throat a little tighter.

To his delight, her eyes light up more, enjoying the movement. He loves how well she behaves for him.

Lyla nods, but Loki moves his other hand from her thigh to her ass, spanking it hard.

"Words." He demands in a growl.

Lyla whimpers. "Yes, Yes sir. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I want you to do it to me again." She pleads, her voice filled with need.

"Do what Pet?" Loki goads.

He moves his hand from her ass back to her thighs, slowly tracing over her stomach and down the hem of her dress, touching her bare skin between her legs, but not in the place where she so desperately needs it.

"To fuck me so good Loki. To make me cum. To treat me like a little slut." She whines and Loki feels his cock twitch which Lyla feels against her too.

She's practically drooling at this point and he hasn't even touched her yet.

"Good girl." He praises as his fingers trace further up, dancing above her satin underwear.

He can feel the heat radiating and he so badly wants to destroy her, but he has to take his time.

He leans forward as his fingers make contact with her clit, breathing into her mouth hot air before their tongues collide harshly.

They kiss passionately, Lyla moaning against the friction of Loki's fingers and her centre. She wishes she wasn't wearing her underwear so badly. She wants to feel his skin on hers without the barrier, to feel pure pleasure.

Loki bites on her lip, living it slightly swollen and red as he gauges her reaction. He quickly realises that she likes the pain and punishment.

Perfect. She will learn to tolerate more.

He suddenly moves his hand from between her legs, pushing on her shoulders, releasing her neck so she kneels between his legs on the floor. He unfastens his leather belt, unzipping his trousers and pulling them down along with his Dolce & Gabbana briefs, his huge cock springing free.

Lyla's eyes widen, never failing to be surprised by the sheer size of it. She quickly realises what Loki wants without words by the way he's staring so deeply into her soul. It sends a shiver down her spine.

She tentatively reaches forward, gripping it with both of her hands, leaning over to spit on the head. Loki pushes his hips up, leaning further backwards into the sofa before looking back down at her. The look he gives her alone could make her cum.

Without warning, she plunges him into her mouth, slowly sinking his full length in until it reaches the back of her throat and she gags a little, moaning at the feeling. He tastes amazing and the feral sound that comes out of Loki's mouth sends a rush of heat over her.

Loki reaches round the back of her head to grab her high pony, lacing his fingers around it and pushing her head slightly down as he gazes into her eyes the whole time. His breathing is becoming erratic and Lyla decides to swirl her tongue around when she bobs up to the head. Loki grips the edge of the sofa with his other hand, his knuckles white.

"Fuckkkk, Lyla. You suck my cock so well. Don't even need to be taught anything. Such a compliant Pet." He groans as he lifts his hips up to meet her face.

Despite the fact he's doing it so roughly, Lyla doesn't feel threatened. In fact, she's absolutely loving it. He's making strong eye contact with her the whole time, able to see through her emotions and read if she needs a break or wants to stop without any words. Part of his mind-reading skills.

He rolls his eyes back as Lyla continues to suck and lick her way over him messily, drool spilling out the edge of her mouth.

"So obedient. How did I get so lucky?" He murmurs as he feels the pressure building.

He doesn't want to finish just yet though. He needs to be inside her.

"You're doing so well, but I want to cum buried deep inside that wonderful pussy of yours." He whimpers as he pulls Lyla's hair to get her to move away, although it breaks him.

He pulls Lyla to her feet by her pony tail, following suit as he unzips her dress slowly, watching it fall to her ankles. Lyla steps out of it, feeling a little self-conscious as she stands before him, almost for inspection.

He looks her up and down with a sparkle in his eyes. He notices every scar, freckle and mole on her body and the way the satin underwear set go with her eyes. It drives him mad.

He pulls his trousers all the way off, taking his shirt with it and standing naked before Lyla.

Lyla's eyes flicker back to all of his tattoos that she hasn't had a proper chance to look at before, dancing across his chest and biceps, winding down to his wrist. He's covered in images of snakes, daggers, what looks like a family crest, some form of crown with horns. It's the most beautiful art she's ever seen against such white skin. She notes the scars across his abdomen that hide beneath some images.

Loki moves quickly to undo her bra and pull her panties down, letting them fall to the floor as he kisses his way down her stomach and thighs. He dips a finger to swipe over her, collecting the dripping moisture that has worked its way down there.

He moves her leg to the side a little, giving him greater access as she stands before him, waiting for his instructions like a good girl.

Loki swipes his tongue over her core, gathering the sweet liquid, licking every drop up, knowing it's just for him.

"So wet from just sucking my cock, you are filthy Lyla." He mumbles and Lyla feels herself heat up.

The words are like music to her ears, making her even wetter.

"I have complete control of you. Say it." Loki instructs as he pulls away and looks up at her.

Lyla blushes.

"You have complete control over me, Sir." She notes and she sees him twitch in pleasure at that.

"Good, because you know the drill. You don't cum until I tell you to." Loki orders and Lyla responds.

"Yes Sir."

"Such a good little whore. Fucking hell, you're divine." Loki whispers, partly to himself as his eyes rake over her body again, noting that own scar of hers near her thigh, but not wanting to make her feel self-conscious.

Loki pulls Lyla down back on top of him as he sits back on the sofa, his green eyes dark with desire.

"Ride me like you want to cum." Loki says mischievously as he guides her down, lining her up towards him.

Lyla and him both groan in pleasure as she sinks down onto him, feeling that stretch as he fills her up instantly.

Loki can feel how tight and wet she is, feeling a little resistance from his length. He gives her a second to still and adjust before he grabs her chin to look at him.

"Let me know when you're ready." He says firmly and Lyla, despite the pain, wants nothing more than for Loki to cum hard inside her, to make him feel as good as she feels.

She grips onto his shoulders as she nods her head.

"I'm ready Sir." She confirms as he grabs her ass firmly, guiding her body up and down onto him, starting slow for the first few strokes before upping the pace.

Lyla instantly feels her whole body come to life, tingling with need as sweat begins to build on Loki's chest where their skin meets.

She bounces up and down on top of him, feeling his dick sliding in and out of her, more easily now.

How is it possible that it feels like he was made to fit inside her? Like a missing jigsaw piece.

Loki's groans grow more needy.

"Your tits are heavenly." He growls as he watches them bounce in front of him.

He moves one hard to pinch her nipple, hard. Lyla cries out in shock but the pleasurable pain sends a signal straight down to her core, making her contract and tense around him.

"You like that don't you? My little Pet. You're so utterly filthy for me. Doing what you're told and taking it so well." Loki whispers lowly as he goes back to pull on her pony-tail once more.

Lyla's scalp burns like it did the other night before it only adds to her pleasure.

"Yes, Loki...Please, Loki don't stop." Lyla pants as she feels herself getting closer.

Loki smirks devilishly as he brings her closer, biting hard into the skin under her earlobe, sinking his teeth in before licking it quickly over.

The little bird could not only handle darker desires but seemed to be revelling in them.

"Are you getting close Angel?" He breathes against her ear and she nods.

"Yes Sir. Please....please can I touch myself?" She asks between breaths, shocking herself at the fact she asks.

Loki looks at her curiously, before moving his hand that was on her hair to her front, gently pressing circles onto her clit.

"Well done for asking, but I'm going to be the only one allowed to touch this tonight." Loki growled.

Lyla dug her nails hard into Loki's shoulders, drawing drops of blood that went unnoticed by them both.

"Oh my God, yes...that feels amazing." Lyla moans loudly, suddenly not caring that she has neighbours and thin walls.

Loki's face lights up as he looks at Lyla's flushed one, her lidded eyes heavy, her chest heaving as he has the joy of seeing her come undone for him.

His other hand trails around to her ass, squeezing it hard as she continues to thrust up and down onto him. He quickly brings it to his mouth, spitting on it as Lyla watches curiously, too close to the edge to take it all in properly.

He traces down her ass cheeks before he lightly touches her in a new spot, slowly pressing his finger in. Lyla gasps at the sensation of being double-penetrated and having her clit rubbed.

An explosion is imminent, she cannot hold off much longer and she doesn't want to be punished. Loki has to control everything, and they'll be hell to pay if he doesn't take pity on her.

"Sir, please, please can I cum? I'm so close." She barely whimpers through ragged breaths.

Loki looks on with a smile at the mess before him. So perfect.

"Hmm, I'll have to have a think about that. Especially now I've learnt how ridiculously dirty you are, liking this." He oozes as he looks down to where his fingers are hard at work.

His own orgasm isn't far away but he loves seeing her squirm, desperately fighting back the edge she's about to fall off.

"Please." She whines and it's the most desperate she's ever sounded.

Loki loves it. He raises an eyebrow cheekily, his own groin tightening at the feeling of her.

"You're so tight Pet." He groans as he continues, ignoring her pleads. She's bright red.

Lyla suddenly smirks herself, wanting to test out the waters to see if she can get her way, feeling emboldened by the animalistic lust taking over her.

"I need to cum Daddy. Please let me cum. You fuck me so well Sir, I need to cum around your cock." Lyla says in the most sultry tone possible.

Loki's pupils blow wide hearing this come out of her mouth.

He'd never understood the appeal until he heard her say it. He knows with that he's going to cum himself, but he doesn't want to let her win. She knows what she's doing, but his body cannot fight it much longer.

"Yes, cum for me Lyla. Right now." He demands as his fingers quicken and the coil inside him snaps as he lets himself go deep inside her pussy.

Lyla lets herself go, falling down from the edge without a parachute as she screams the loudest she's ever done.

"Loki....Loki.....fuck, fuck, fuckkk!" She screams as her vision begins to black out as slows down her pace on fucking him.

Loki mirrors her, grunting against her neck as he comes down slowly, releasing his fingers and holding her close to him for a moment.

Lyla looks utterly spent, her eyes closed, her breathing ragged, her whole body limp. He can't help but feel immensely smug at how easy it is to corrupt her. She looks so beautiful when she lets herself go, Loki knows he's the only one that's seen it and it makes it that much sweeter.

A sudden urge comes over Loki to carry her to her room, placing her down on her bed and moving the covers around her as she keeps her eyes closed, her breathing slowly coming back to normal.

She groans as she instinctively curls up into the covers, nestling her head into the pillow. Loki steps away to go into the adjoining bathroom, deciding he needs to clean up.

"Lokes..." She whispers and he's not even sure she's fully awake or conscious.

He halts his movements as he turns back to her in the dim room.

"Please, stay with me. I know you don't do the whole sleeping over thing, or same bed, but just this once, I don't want to be alone..." She trails off as her breathing becomes deeper and a sense of peace washes over her features.

Loki's heart aches and he's not sure why. He never sleeps in the same bed or stays anywhere. It's better to get in and out, but something is pulling him towards climbing in next to her and texting Peter to take the car home. Every fibre of his being tells him he's in too deep. He hates himself for how he's beginning to feel.

"Ok Darling, I will, just this once." He whispers back into the silent room, unsure if she can hear him.

Something about her voice had sounded so pleading.

Loki turns to go back to the bathroom before coming back to the bed, tentatively reaching out for her patterened duvet to climb in.

That's when he sees it, the blade glinting in the moonlight. A blade that isn't his which is currently in the other room, another rarity for Loki.

Loki frowns to himself as he sees the knife beside her bed, wondering what it was doing here.

He realises it's beside a piece of paper that's been scrunched up. Curiousity getting the better of him, he slowly and silently reaches over for it, unfolding the paper bit by bit, keeping an eye on Lyla to make sure she stays asleep.

His heart drops at the simple sentence on the paper. He's clever enough to put together pieces of the puzzle, no matter how hazy they are.

Someone sent Lyla this, to taunt her, as a warning. Someone who'd hurt her before.

His blood turns to ice as he re-reads it over and over, his chest hurting as he realises she must've had the knife here for protection.

Was that why she was crying earlier?

He isn't sure what's fully happening, or what he's feeling, but he knows there and then he will do whatever he can to protect Lyla from anything in this cruel world. No matter the cost or the breach of contract.

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⚠️TW⚠️: Just a warning for the future chapters as you've probably gathered from the dark nature of this story that it will contain themes of stalking, violence and trauma. Please look after yourself 🖤