Taming the Beast (Snow)

[ROBERT SNOW]

“Oh, but isn’t it in my job description to do what needs to be done without question? We both know teasing and punishing need to be done in order to keep you happy, sir. I aim to please and I take my job very seriously.” Robert smirked against her ear, dragging his lips down her neck to her shoulder as she struggled lightly against his hand. She wasn’t going anywhere, though, and he held her right where she was, his large, rough hand brushing across her stomach. “Be gentle, Robert…” His mouth backed off her skin as he looked in her, curious by this request. Surely she wasn’t serious. “I didn’t mean to be so naughty.” Robert’s mouth turned up in a smirk again and his hand on her stomach slid to her hip, moving back slowly. “I beg to differ, Cadence. I think you had every intention of being naughty,” he replied in a soft growl. Without warning, he released her hair and hitched her up onto his hips, spinning her so he could slam her back against the door.

Once he had her pinned between him and the door, his hand moved once more from her backside, his fingers slowly and deliberately moving back over her hip, pressing hard into her warm, hard flesh. It wasn’t as rough as his, however, and he felt his nails grazing over her skin. He watched her face as his hand moved, his other one squeezing her ass hard. His mouth brushed against hers as his fingers played at the waistband of her panties. “I think you wanted this to happen. That’s why you provoked me,” he spoke against her lips. His fingers dipped further, feeling a moist heat and ready to tease it. He wanted to hear her enjoy his rough touch. As for himself, he was already good and hard.

His phone rang. He paused a moment, his eyes glued to Cadence’s, listening for the voice on his phone to read out the name of who was calling. “Peter.” Robert gave a sound that was half sigh and half growl, resting his forehead against Cadence’s neck briefly. Why did Peter have to call now? He removed his hand from her underwear and set her back down on the ground, but only stepping back a couple inches while he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket. “Snow,” he answered simply. Peter actually sounded panicked…that was an emotion Robert rarely heard the man feel. At first he didn’t think he understood what Peter said. “What?” he asked, his face a mask of confusion. His eyes went a little wide and his mouth set firmly as he swallowed hard. “I’ll be there in a moment.” Robert hung up and looked down at Cadence, his face gravely serious. “Mordecai Dietrich has been murdered,” he announced to her.

[CADENCE HIGGINS]

His eyes were on her and for a fleeting moment it looked as thought he thought she might possibly be serious when she told him to be gentle. That would be like asking the ocean to stop making waves. “I beg to differ, Cadence. I think you had every intention of being naughty,” Her eyes were soft as they gaze at him in mock remorse, her mouth in its typical almost pout. He was quick when he released her hair and hiked her up onto his hip before slamming her against the door. A soft grunt escaped her nose from the force of it; he always had a way of hurting her just enough to get a reaction but not enough to truly leave a mark.

Her eyes remained on his as he helped himself to touch her. She gulped when his fingers moved upwards, her eyes blazing, but nothing else on her face showed how much he was getting to her. She hated how much she craved his rough hand. It was one of the few things that made her feel truly alive; the burning passion of wanting him dead and wanting him inside her all tangled into one desperate emotion of simply wanting him.

When his hand grabbed her ass her mouth twitched and she squirmed, her breath hitching softly. Her eyes darted to his lips as he pushed them close to hers, brushing them lightly against them, not quite kissing her yet. Did he want her to make the move? “I think you wanted this to happen. That’s why you provoked me,” he spoke against her lips, his fingers pushing further into her lace panties. Again she squirmed a little, giving away at the desire that burned despite her better judgement. "I don't think you care what I want, just as long as I'm willing to give in to your fantasies." It was a bold statement, likely one with repercussions, but she was saved, quite literally, by the bell.

Snow's phone rang and for a moment she thought he would ignore it, but when he heard it was his second in command he pulled his face away from the place it rested on her neck and whipped his phone out. Cadence was silent, still pressed between her boss and the door, waiting for Peter to spill out whatever it was he thought was so important so she could get this show on the road.

“Snow. What? I’ll be there in a moment.”

Cadence suddenly felt angry that he was going to leave her after getting her worked up, but she wouldn't let on to those feelings, lest he think he'd won. The look on his face was a grave one, and she wasn't sure she knew what that meant. What had Peter told him?

“Mordecai Dietrich has been murdered,”

Cadence blinked at him, her bottom jaw going slack as her face expression took on one of surprise. It was the most emotion she had shown all evening. The Avisaille leader had been murdered? "What?" She felt him put her down, but she was still so startled by the news. Who would kill him? Why? The revelation.. It was obvious. Someone was not okay with the word getting out. What else could it be? The man was obnoxiously kind, no way he could have any real enemies.

"Am I to wait for you here, or will Daniel be so kind as to bring me to my car." She asked, her voice low, knowing he wasn't going to drag her along to this. It might be suspicious and there was probably no way he thought she had any reason to be there. She was his assistant which meant she filed his shit and bent over with her panties down for him, and little else. He wouldn't let her tag along for something so important.

[ROBERT SNOW]

For the first time that Robert had ever seen, Cadence showed true surprise at the news he broke to her, which was to be expected. Leaders were not murdered often. They all had an ability to help them stay out of danger. So who had overcome Mordecai? Robert didn’t agree with him most of the time and most of the time he thought he was just a disgustingly kind old man growing senile, but there was something to be admired in Mordecai, and that was his ability to lead his people. “What?” Robert studied those green eyes of hers and nodded. “Someone didn’t like this revelation of his, that I’m certain of,” he said in a thoughtful, hard voice. His brow furrowed. Which meant he could be next. That didn’t sit well with Robert. He was more than capable of holding his own, but he couldn’t protect himself during the day. He might have to retreat below City Hall during the days now.

“Am I to wait for you here, or will Daniel be so kind as to bring me to my car?” His eyes came back to hers, his brow low over them. He nodded, realizing he had began pinching his chin as he thought, his other arm stretched across his chest. “Daniel will take you to your car. I don’t think I’ll make it back here before dawn.” He reached in his pocket and set his mask on one of the side tables in the room, sighing. This was going to be a very long night of diffusing the situation when he had only intended to fuck Cadence senseless. He ran a hand through his short hair, sighing heavily before walking back to the door.

Before he opened the door for the two of them, he leaned his hand against it to keep it shut, leaving into her ear slowly. His lips brushed against it as he said, “Do not think for a moment that you’re off the hook. We’ll continue this when this business is taken care of.” He gave her ear a sharp pull with his teeth and then eased off her, pulling the door open. Daniel was at the steps in a moment, ready to take them wherever they needed to go.