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Loki sees absolute red.

When he'd overheard a conversation between Natasha and Thor about Lyla going out to a club with Barnes he knew exactly where they'd be. In the hovel of a nightclub he always was. Unlike him, James didn't own his own nightclub. But he sponged off his friends like the leech he was.

Barnes' face breaks away from Lyla's gaze as he sees the knife stick into the booth cushion by his head. Loki may have been extremely drunk and coked up but if he wanted to hit him, he would've. He wants him to see him coming first.

Lyla's gaze swivels to Loki. Her own expression changing from that of euphoric to dark anger immediately. He realises only then that James' hand was up Lyla's dress and his heart explodes like a bomb. He wants to take everyone out with it.

She wasn't his anymore. That's what he realised. His little lamb.

Fuck. How did things get this way?

He cannot see reason however as the darkness fills his veins and his muscles work of their own accord. He strides towards the two as a couple of Barnes' goons try to take him on, protecting their pathetic master. Loki makes light work of launching them across the VIP area with ease, being surprisingly strong when he was fuelled with rage.

James stands up as he puts an arm across Lyla to protect her. The simple gesture makes Loki feral.

He launches a swing to his face as James grabs his fist immediately with his prosthetic arm which holds it in place by his face. Loki grunts as he frees himself and kicks his shin.

James buckles to the floor but not before reaching a punch to Loki's groin. Loki roars with anger as he kicks his head, keeping him down.

How dare anyone lay a finger on his property. His Queen. His only love except his mother.

He turns to Lyla and sees that she's grabbed the knife out of the booth and is holding it up to Loki's neck now, right on his pulse point. He can't help but widen his eyes at the unexpected gesture and feel his dick harden at her fiery gesture. So bold and so beautiful as she holds it perfectly steady, finally meeting his eyes.

She looks so stunning it takes his breath away. He had tried so hard to be cold, to be distant, to shut off his emotions. He knows it cannot work between them whilst Odin is alive. Even then, the innocent librarian could never fit into his world despite him trying to force it. Like a square peg into a round hole.

But as he looks at her now, truly looks at her, he realises that she's changed.

All of her own trauma has made her finally snap into an absolute goddess of fire.

What he doesn't miss either, despite his current state, is her blown wide pupils and racing pulse.

"Lyla, are you high?" Loki asks in shock and disapproval. His Lyla had never taken drugs and he can't believe it.

Steve was right, she was suffering as much as him.

Lyla smirks.

"I've got a knife to your fucking throat and that's what you're concerned about?" She scoffs as she keeps the knife steady against his skin. She feels powerful and alive.

Loki can hear James getting up behind him and more men gathering round now, the clicking of safety being flicked off on guns. He drowns it out though. Hearing her voice, seeing her up close, it'd be worth a thousand bullets. Remorse washes over him like acid, burning his hardiness away and making him feel what he hates so much: vulnerable.

Lyla holds a hand out to James behind him, holding him back which Barnes repeats to his men. Loki steals a glance back and sees Barnes seething with rage. He gives a small smirk. He still got under his skin. Despite him laying hands on her, he's got him.

"I must say Lyla, I'm finding it very hard not to be turned on right now. We should've really delved into knife play more, I know how excited it gets you." Loki teases as he catches his breath.

He hadn't realised how powerful Lyla had become in herself recently and he was certainly taking notice now. He hears James groan behind him, crunching his knuckles. He has no doubt another hit will be landing soon. But he can't take his eyes off Lyla.

Lyla laughs and it's like music to his ears, despite the mocking side to it. Her beautiful long hair glows in the flashing lights as it bounces over her shoulder, her eyes gleam with the strobes and she looks so self assured.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't do the same to you as you did to him." She hisses as she gets a little closer.

He feels the blade dig a bit deeper into his neck and he knows with how close Lyla is to him now she can feel how much he needs her between them. He has no doubt from the hungry look on her face that despite the anger, she needs him too. Her body is betraying her.

He leans forward so his breath fans her face.

"Do it Pet. I dare you." He whispers seductively.

Lyla briefly glances down to him licking his lips and he knows there and then he's got her.

However briefly.

Lyla sighs, slowly scraping the knife at surface level downwards towards the dip between his collarbones. He bites his lip at the slight sting and knows she's drawing blood, although not pressing too hard.

It fucking delights him.

"You're no different than him. You hurt me too." She whispers sadly as her resolve slips a little.

Loki frowns, not wanting to even think about the comparison. It breaks his heart.

"I know." He replies sadly.

Lyla frowns looking into his eyes, reading his emotions briefly before she slips the mask back on. Just as she's learnt from him. The best.

"You didn't have to kill him." She mutters, holding the knife still at the point of his soft skin.

One push and she could end him. He half hopes she does if he has lost her for good.

"I had to. I decided that a long time ago. I had to be sure you were safe from him. He was a waste of space. He laid hands on you." Loki says quietly, knowing that James can't hear them over the music.

Lyla darts her eyes to James, letting him know she needs this moment. He clearly gives her it, though isn't happy judging by the growls coming from behind him.

"I loved him once you know." Lyla replies, biting her lip and concentrating on the dagger, not Loki's face anymore.

"You loved me once too." Loki snipes back.

Testing the waters. Her face softens a little at this.

"I still do stupidly. But it doesn't matter. It's over." She says with finality as she finally looks into his eyes.

Despite her being high he can see she means it, or at least it trying to convince herself.

"I'll always love you Lyla. Even though I knew deep down this wouldn't work. Odin poses a threat to you. And this has proved it. You'll get hurt so much worse if you stayed in my world. I am truly sorry." Loki says with such sincerity, it takes Lyla off guard.

She thinks for a moment before nodding her head and lowering the knife.

"I wish I could make it up to you." Loki says sadly as he realises she's given up on him.

He can't help but feel brief hope at her admission of love for him however. He doesn't want to give up but he knows they're star crossed lovers, the Fates were never going to let them be.

"What would truly hurt you Loki?" She asks louder now as she gestures for James' hand.

He slowly moves towards her, shouldering Loki out the way to stand beside Lyla. Running his hands over her chin reassuringly, but her gaze never breaks Loki's.

She takes James' hand in hers, loving the sadness in a fucked up way behind Loki's eyes at the gestures. James stands protectively but now looks at Loki properly and scoffs at how pathetic he seems.

He reaches down and grabs his whiskey glass to take a swig before Lyla swipes it from his grasp and finishes it herself, making a gesture to one of James' men for another.

Her glass is immediately refilled and she finishes that one too, coughing slightly at the bitter taste. James looks on confused but smiles at the beautiful girl before him. Loki wants to gauge his eyes out so he no longer has the gift of seeing her.

"This. This hurts me." Loki chokes out as he gets lost in his thoughts.

Lyla smiles at this as she puts the glass down and takes James' hand out of hers and leads it down to her thigh, toying with the hem of her dress. James looks at Lyla wickedly as he licks his lips, liking where this is going.

Loki feels his lungs give in as he clenches his fists by his side to stop him from killing the solider. He'd lose Lyla forever if he killed another. And he couldn't. Even in this fucked up moment he had her attention, her presence, and that was more than the last few days.

Lyla briefly looks at James seductively before she moves his hand higher, under her dress now. James laughs and it makes Loki's blood boil.

"What about this?" Lyla asks, finally looking away from James to the furious and heartbroken Loki.

She holds his dagger in her other hand again now, pointing it somewhat at Loki as a warning not to come any closer. Loki wishes so badly they were his hands on her sacred skin. Not his. He didn't deserve the privilege.

"Lyla...please." He chokes out as he feels his throat go tight.

Lyla looks pleased with herself and whispers something into James' ear before he nods and removes his hands, waving to his men.

Before Loki knows it he's being grabbed from every direction. He knows fighting it is pointless. Deep down he deserves this pain. And Lyla deserves to be the one giving it to him. He's so proud of her. It terrifies him.

~♡~

Lyla smiles wickedly as she watches Bucky's men hold Loki down onto the chair.

They begin to tie his hands and legs with rope to each surface so he has no chance of escape. Lyla's heart momentarily falters however when she sees he is not even trying. He's absolutely fucked. She feels a little power over him, looking so pathetic and depressed in the corner. Despite him having her heart she wants to hurt him.

She guesses she's a monster too now. That's what must happen when you spend long enough with one.

Or when you love one.

The men land a few kicks and punches to Loki as they laugh and leave the room. His eyes never leave Lyla's as James passes her a shot of something, she's not sure what. But they both do the shots and let the liquid burn down their throat, adding to her heady and high feeling.

She perches at the edge of the desk in the back office of the club. Bucky's friend allowed them so kindly to have the space but wanted reassurance from Lyla that he wouldn't be included in Loki's inevitable rampage. Lyla had assured him that he would do no such thing. This was about getting even. And she knew Loki knew he deserved it.

As she puts the shot glass down, James now passes her a roll of duct tape. She breaks off a piece with her teeth as she kisses him on the lips, groaning at how good the feeling was. The Molly still hadn't worn off.

She needed this so badly. In every way. She pushes the pain deep, deep down.

She goes over to Loki, straddling his lap as he looks at her confused.

"This is how you make it up to me." She whispers into the shell of his ear which sends shivers down his spine.

He knows in that moment what her plan is and how much it will break his heart. He had to hand it to her, she knew his weak spot and she was about to exploit the fuck out of it.

He begins to open his mouth to protest but Lyla smiles as she places the tape firmly over his mouth, smoothing it down to ensure no sound can come out.

"Sorry Sir." She says mockingly as she feels him harden beneath her once more.

She swings her legs off and makes her way back over to Bucky as he takes his jacket off, hanging it over the back of the desk chair. He takes his huge hands and places them on either side of her face, his own dilated pupils matching hers as he knows her evil plan.

He never thought Lyla to be capable of such boldness but he fucking loves it. He knows this is the nail in his and Odinson's rivalry. But he also knows he had assurance it won't affect his business. In fact, he has bonuses he didn't have before after his part he played. Though Lyla didn't know that.

"Are you sure Doll?" Bucky whispers to her as he leans down to trace his lips over hers.

The feeling sends her wild. She longs to be this way. Powerful, exerting control over men who hurt her, no longer a victim. No longer naive.

"Never been so sure." She whispers back as she traces a finger slowly up Bucky's neck, feeling his pulse race beneath her. It was so easy to control men with desire.

"He won't kill you. I won't let him." Lyla says loudly, this time so Loki can hear.

Loki groans against the tape, desperate to say something, a little fight coming back to him now.

"I think he'd disagree. But don't worry, I've got protection. A promise." He smirks as he looks past Lyla to Loki.

Loki frowns heavily before realising what he means.

He wants to warn Lyla this man doesn't care about her. But he sees the way James has started looking at her and he knows he's falling too. How could he not? Lyla is unbelievable.

Lyla brings James to the edge of the desk with her so he's hovering over her. His legs placed either side of hers as she sits between them.

James bends down and kisses her. Hard and bruisingly as she moans into the feeling. Her hair stands up on her arms at the lust running through her body. Like electricity on an electricity fence. She kisses him back, biting down on his lip so that he groans.

He moves down to her neck, sucking and biting all the way down, marking her as his. Something Loki used to love to do. Something Loki did the night she met James, to let him know he was hers. Now the tables are turned.

She whimpers as he makes his way to her collarbone, her legs coming up and circling his waist as she flickers her eyes open to see Loki looking straight at her. He looks furious and sad.

She loves it.

James moves his hands down her sides to her thighs before he begins to bunch her dress up, revealing her thongs and making Loki go hard despite the scene before him being his worst nightmare. He can't stand his filthy hands on her. But the sight of her like this makes him literally ache for her.

Lyla raises her arms above her head as James lifts her dress all the way off her, staring down at her in lingerie appreciatively as he licks his lips. His own cock is pushing into the seams of his black jeans with desire. He needs to be inside her.

"Fucking hell Doll. I know why he kept you all to himself now." James groans as he looks over his shoulder, winking at Loki as he sees him struggle.

Lyla starts to unbutton Bucky's shirt, seeing his chiselled chest, also adorned in tattoos and artwork. He has a deep 'V' going down the sides of his pelvis and she feels herself go wet at the sight. She bites her lip as she looks at him appreciatively, he throws his shirt off behind her as he smiles.

"Like what you see, Sweet?" He teases as Lyla nods furiously.

Her hands immediately running up and down the hardness of his chest. Where his prosthetic joins his shoulder looks painful but also powerful. She realises how beautiful he is. Her head sways with intoxication but her body leads the way.

"Fuck." Lyla moans as she looks him up and down. "I can only imagine what's underneath." She grins wickedly, almost forgetting they were being watched as she's so absorbed to the scene before her.

She hears Loki struggling, trying to undo the ropes but it does nothing. She likes that he's struggling.

Good.

"Trust me you won't be disappointed Doll." James teases as he begins to unbuckle his belt, sliding his jeans and boxers off in one and kicking them off.

Lyla literally gasps at the sight before her. Loki was huge, but James didn't disappoint either. In fact the opposite, she was very, very pleased and impressed.

"You're so big." She moans as she reaches a hand between them to begin to stroke his length.

He hardens even more if it was possible as he feels her small hand wrap around him. It's everything he's dreamed of and feels divine.

Lyla wants him inside her so badly she can't wait. But she needs to draw it out.

Bucky groans as he closes his eyes briefly, before thinking the same thing and prying her hand away. He pushes her backwards so she's lying on the desk now and runs a finger over the lace barely covering her between her legs.

"So wet for me again. Christ Lyla." He mutters as he rips off her underwear, going to do the same with her bra.

The sight of her naked below him makes him twitch against her thigh.

Loki is practically screaming through the tape in the corner now. Lyla uses the sounds to spur her on further.

This was getting even.

James kneels down against the desk so his face is at the edge as he spreads Lyla's legs and throws them over his shoulders, pulling her closer to him. She can feel his warm breath against her clit and she needs that explosion again.

James takes a hand and moves it up and down her slit, collecting the moisture as he moans at the vision before him.

"You're so beautiful. Let me make you cum again." He orders as he latches his tongue onto her, immediately circling her sensitive spot greedily, driven mad with desire.

Lyla throws her head back against the desk as she gasps at the sensation. Everything felt so fucking good high.

Loki's throat closes up as James' words as Lyla hears him briefly stop struggling. She knows that he's now aware he's no longer the only man to make her fall apart. She smiles as she looks across at him, biting her lip.

His nostrils flare and it almost scares Lyla, but she's too lost in pleasure and now in Loki's gaze to let that emotion take over. Bucky suddenly adds a finger inside her as he continues to work her hungrily, curling it up to the spot that makes he see stars and her knees feel weak.

She loudly moans as she continues looking at Loki. Imagining him touching her as well. It's fucked up but she doesn't care. She wants him to see her fall apart with another man between her legs. Make him see what she had to see.

Loki's eyes fill with tears of rage as he tries to rip his arms free. Lyla's breath gets quicker as she feels herself tightening again, grinding her hips against Bucky's face in desire. Bucky groans himself, lost in the sensation as his cock physically hurts at the thought of fucking her.

Lyla stares down Loki as she feels her orgasm peak and crash. Wanting him to see every feature of her face as she experiences true pleasure. She screams James' name over and over as she watches Loki stop fighting, accepting his fate. She doesn't miss the tent still in his pants despite this. She bites her lip as she comes back down.

"Good fucking girl." James breathes as he comes back up over her, kissing her and letting her taste herself on his tongue.

She grabs his face as she deepens the kiss, feeling his long length against her stomach.

"I should be praising you." Lyla murmurs as she tries to catch her breath.

She giggles, wiping away some of her moisture off Bucky's beard.

Bucky looks behind him again at the defeated Loki, seeing the sorry, horny state he's in and scoffing. He grabs one of Lyla's breasts and moves down to suck and nip on it. Spurred on by the fucking stupid lapdog of Odin having to watch him fuck his girl.

Lyla starts moaning again but she keeps her eyes open, looking down at James. She grabs his face and looks him in his pale blue eyes.

"Fuck me James. Fuck me so good, I forget my own name." She demands and she hears Loki physically slump into the chair in ultimate defeat.

James' face lights up as he reaches down into his trouser pocket, pulling out a condom wrapper and ripping it open with his teeth. Lyla smiles and takes it from him, locking eyes with James as she slowly rolls it down over his length. His eyes flutter at the sensation.

"I can't wait to feel the inside of you with my dick Lyla. Fuckkk." He groans.

Lyla is about to turn around so he can fuck her from behind, but James obviously has another idea.

James spanks her ass with his prosthetic arm hard which drives her wild. She can feel herself building up ready for her third orgasm of the night and he's not even fucking her yet. She cannot wait.

Bucky moves round to behind the desk, pulling the desk chair backwards so it's away from the oak it was under before. Lyla knows exactly what he's thinking then.

He wants Loki to see everything. He's just as devious as she is.

James goes to take a seat, his hand slowly pumping his cock as he watches Lyla, naked and flushed in the face, move around, swaying her hips purposely to drive both men wild. Loki's eyes widen as he knows he should look away, but he can't. He deserves this.

Lyla is in front of Bucky now and her heart is in her throat at the thought of him finally fucking her. She'd always found him gorgeous, even when she was with Loki and she hopes this fuck stops the filthy thoughts that have plagued her mind for the past few days.

Just as she's about to straddle him, he grabs Lyla by the waist and turns her around so she's facing away from him. He then slowly pulls her down, lining his dick up with her very wet entrance. With one hand holding himself and the other around the front of her throat, he slowly slides himself in.

Lyla gasps at the mixture of pleasure and pain that overcomes her. He bottoms out inside her right away, wasting no time with how horny he is. She feels him grip her throat, slightly cutting off air and knows she won't last long. She wraps an arms backwards around his head.

Glancing at Loki she smiles as she feels pleasure go down to her toes. He can't take his eyes off her body and she knows he is going feral inside. She hopes he thinks of this every time he touches himself from now on.

James immediately moves a hand down to her hips as he guides her up and down roughly onto him, his long length hitting her G spot instantly. She leans back against his chest as her eyes shut in pleasure.

"Jesus, fuck. You feel amazing Doll. No one has ever taken me this well on the first time. Your pussy was made for me." He growls as he fucks her hard.

Lyla grips harder onto the back of his head, grabbing his longer hair in her fingers. She steals another glance at Loki and licks her lips as she seductively looks down to his hard dick. His heart is breaking but he's turned on seeing her naked. Even if it's another man below her.

"Rub my clit." Lyla demands as Bucky chuckles, moving his hand off her waist now she has a rhythm and circling her above where his body meets her.

He bites down hard on her shoulder causing her to cry out in ecstasy.

"Your wish is my command." He says before he licks up the side of her throat.

Lyla feels herself tightening around him. All the sensations are becoming unbearable. She feels the sparks beginning to ignite between her thighs and her toes tense.

"I know you're close. Beg me to cum Doll." James demands into her ear, loud enough for Loki to hear.

She is sweating and panting as she tries to hold off for permission. Something she was used to anyway. She looks at Loki wickedly as she sees his fingernails are bleeding, digging into the wooden armrest. His jaw tense from grinding his teeth.

"Please Bucky. Please make me come." She rasps, before looking deeply into Loki's emeralds.

Knowing the next part will hurt.

"Please...Sir."

James roars as he comes hard inside her, holding onto her throat so tightly that the cut off oxygen and the feeling of him tensing inside her is too much to bear. She comes hard all over his cock, riding out her high which feels so amazing she can't believe it.

"Yes, James fucking hell, yessss." She moans pornographically as she finally closes her eyes, letting the pleasure waves wash over

He slows down, kissing the side of her face, sloppily.

James turns his attention to Loki now, grinning as he sees the big powerful mob boss a shell of himself.

"I see why you kept her all to yourself now Odinson." He tuts, as he slowly pulls out of Lyla.

Lylas high quickly ends as she realises one thing.

She is still madly in love with this man she's just wounded so deeply.