A/N Keira got herself into another garbage can ship. I'm just the messenger, bois. & yeah. I know she has a TYPE.
There was something unsettling about the way the girl could simply watch him for hours. & she had been. For almost the entire day that he sat, looking through his papers he could feel the emerald gaze, unwavering as her eyes remained fixed upon him & the more she stared at him, the more tension built in his shoulders in. As soon as his shoulders flexed he felt her gaze on them instead.
"What is it?!" Jacopo finally snapped, throwing the paper he'd been holding down onto his desk, green eyes alight with rage.
All Keira did was smile, brazenly pushing a lock of his hair from his face.
"You seem rather tense. Far be it from me to speak to distract you while you're working," she replied softly.
His shoulders drew together again & when her hand moved to once again touch him in that unsettling gentle way, a way he was so unaccustomed to he snatched it from the air & yanked her from her pretty little perch on his desk & against his chest.
Instead of drawing away in repulsion & fear as she should have, she settled into his lap.
A part of him wanted to throw her as far as he could from him, demand she leave this building; leave him to his solitude. Silent or not she was a distraction he didn't have time for her, for any distractions if he was to carry out his plans...
& yet.
"What you wanted was to distract me this whole time, wasn't it?" he drawled, slowly lifting the petite wrist he could easily break until it was level with his chest.
"I wanted nothing of the sort, Signor Pazzi," she hummed sweetly, biting back the moan threatening to escape her throat as he tightened his grip.
"I'm quite good at lying, girl."
"I'm fifty-nine," was her only response though he noticed the hitch in her voice & his eyebrow rose.
"You don't fear me at all do you?"
"No. I do not."
"You enjoy this?" he asked, his head tilting as he squeezed her wrist hard enough that her bone almost shifted under her skin.
Her body shook slightly, her eyes closing as she swallowed back another moan.
"Hmmm, you seem overwhelmed. I should stop then," he sniffed as he dropped her wrist & moved his hands down to her waist to lift her & remove her from his lap.
Before he can taunt her further, her lips desperately sought his & he smirked against them, paying no mind to the small fists balling his shirt into them as he forced her body flat against his with a deep growl against her lips.
"Fuck," she mumbled against the tongue sliding down her throat as one hand worked to undo the string holding her tights together. He drew back, chuckling & she huffed in frustration.
"Filthy language, immodest dress, all while your ass is perched right next to my hand. Yet you claim to not have wanted me distracted?"
He snickered at the quick, needy kiss pressed against the corner of his mouth.
"What do you hope to gain from this. What do you want?"
"You," she muttered softly with another kiss, this time to the middle of his neck.
"Do not do that again," he grunted, feeling his entire body stiffen.
"Why not? Do you enjoy this?" she purred against another kiss to the side of his neck, this time applied with a scrape of her teeth.
Suddenly she found herself laid flat on his desk with an ache in her spine that made her body sing a twisted song of both pain & pleasure.
"You really mean to test me, child?" he murmured, standing over her with a pleased look on his face.
"If you want me to hurt you, you can always just beg."
"I do believe it falls to you to make me-" her defiant reply was cut off by an appreciative moan as his hand seized her throat, his thumb only slightly pressing down on her larynx.
"Come now you can do better than that can't you?" she prodded, her eyes glimmering in mischief.
"So much more. But why should I? Convince me."
Her eyes simply rolled up at him as she moved to push his hand from her throat.
Instinctively, he tightened his grip, his nostrils flared at the sheer gall this tiny silver haired woman had to try to control him in either direction. If he needed to use the force she so craved to keep her in line so be it.
She squirmed slightly, her back arching as she dragged her nails down his arm, grinding against his thigh with a breathy moan that affected him in a primal way that he would've usually thought beneath him.
She was just a woman. He wasn't even sure what she did when she wasn't playing with blades (he was certain it was only a hobby after all), what class she came from. It should've mattered to him, his very dignity hung upon it. But he did not care.
"I regret to inform you I am indeed a full time cutthroat. From a quite well off family but a cutthroat nonetheless," she snorted at his unspoken musings as though she could read his thoughts.
He glanced down at her, a humourless smile on his face as he thought on her words before he leaned down, close enough for his lips to brush against hers.
"Well that explains all the leather. & blatant indecency."
"The blatant indecency is all mine I'm afraid. I enjoy murder yes but I was a bi-"
Suddenly his knee filled the gap between her thighs & pressed against her crotch & she found herself biting back a yelp of his name.
"You should watch that pretty little tongue of yours."
"Occupy it for me," she shot back.
One glance downward was given to his black breeches before he looked back at her with a chuckle.
"Perhaps later, when you learn to behave yourself better," he tutted softly, his grasp on her throat finally releasing as he instead ran a finger down her throat.
He could see the shift in her comfort level, a hesitance in her eyes that hadn't been there when he'd been choking & hissing at her… She wasn't too fond of being gently touched either…
Perfect.
His finger trailed gently along her cheekbone. She was pretty, she was beautiful if he was to be completely candid with himself. The fire in her eyes matched the golden tone of her skin.
"You must be either a very poor cutthroat or a terror on the field… There's not a single scar on you face."
"Which one would you guess?"
"Well judging by the fact that you're still living & clearly well financed I am inclined to believe the latter… So why so willingly submit yourself to me?"
"I told you my reason before," she replied, her jawline tightening as her gaze moved past him to fix upon one of the books on the selves behind him.
"If what you seek is a mere tryst there are plenty of willing, more youthful men in Flor-"
"I'm clearly not interested in any of them," she replied flatly.
"& yet you're here with an old banker who has nothing to offer you."
"I know full well you're a banker but I did not come here for a mere transaction. Do not insult me, de'Pazzi!"
He pulled away from her, sitting down suddenly.
"So why come here at all? You could be anywhere else."
"You. You ask far too many questions," she sighed then she stood, shifting to retie her clothing. As she did her shirt shifted upwards, revealing scars on her torso that furrowed his brows.
She quite suddenly felt herself being pulled forward by the front of her leather breeches & his mouth hot against one of the scars nearest her hipbone & it angered her enough to push his head away.
"Do not toy with me!"
"I plan to do exactly that the entire night. Lay down."
She detested herself for the weakness her compliance showed but compromised between her needs & her pride by sitting with her arms folded across her chest.
"I did not ask you to sit."
"I do not ca-"
Suddenly her face is pressed between heated palms & her lips are being ravenously occupied & she wanted to slap him away for his arrogance after his doubt of her intentions but the kiss is enthralling & it felt sincere. Her hands are burrowed in his hair before she could resist & she can't help feeling like this terrible man who she knew full well had done awful, abhorrent things felt… Right in her arms. At least in this moment while his fingers are sliding beneath beneath the sides of her jaw & he's leaning as close as he possibly can get to her as his kiss only deepened.
"Don't," she mumbled, pulling away before resting her forehead against his.
"Don't what?" he panted back, his tongue sliding along his bottom lip.
"Don't kiss me like you love me. We both know that you don't."
"I-"
"You don't. Not only that but you can't. You, yourself wouldn't allow yourself to. You do not need to lie to me to keep me here. Lying to me will just make me leave!"
"You could easily lose that sharp little tongue of yours here, tonight."
"Cut it out then," she replied, tilting her head up to flick said tongue against the corner of his mouth.
His eyes closed as he took in a deep breath. She was not something he could simply intimidate away. It, no she was the most frustrating thing he'd ever encountered & though he was loathe to admit it he was fascinated by the iron will behind that carefree demeanor.
Her eyebrow rose at how gently she was pushed onto the desk this time before she sighed at the feeling of his fingers running along her hip bones.
"Don't tease me like this."
"I'll tease you however I see fit for as long as you're splayed across my desk begging me to fuck you with all due respect," he replied unperturbed by her growl of annoyance.
"Off. Shirt off."
"For someone who was so suspicious of my presence before you seem to delight in me fully now."
You'll get a full delight once you stop defy- Is that shyness? On the face of a cutthroat?" he replied, brushing a finger against the burning red across her nose.
"I didn't even notice these freckles before… Mmmm. I do believe I'm fond of freckles. Show me the ones across your chest."
"Snake tongued bastard," she snickered softly as she undid the leather around her torso & dropped it on the floor with a sweet smile up at him.
"... I was right," he replied in mild shock, his head tilted as a brown eyebrow rose.
"Wily fucker…"
"Well I'm not sure how you've managed it, but your binding with a single piece of leather is. Impressive."
"I'm full of surprises," she snickered, cocking her head as he stuck three of his fingers in his mouth, whilst gesturing at her breeches with his free hand.
She undid the string about her breeches, sliding them unto the unused chair besides her.
"Get ready to be filled with even more… Surprises," he finally retorted, sliding all the fingers into her almost carelessly.
He heard her response with the "thud" of her head against his desk & he smirked at the noise as well as her soft breathy whimpers as her torso heaved with either pain or need he couldn't tell at that moment. He supposed only further prying would help.
He pushed his fingers even deeper into her & the way her hips arched towards him made him realise she was far more masochistic than than he'd thought & he couldn't resist the urge to start moving his fingers faster.
"F-f-fu s-sh-"
"Mmmm, lost for words?" he inquired with a breathy laugh, before he pressed his mouth against her clit & added the last finger
She swore loudly, however he didn't understand Greek, but the hand balled in his hair that desperately drew him closer clearly meant she was enjoying herself immensely.
He realised he would need to get closer to make her squirm the way he'd preferred would be if he moved as close to her as he possibly could so he leaned onto his knees & curled his fingers within her, his eyes lighting up at the resulting scream of his name & shiver beginning to course through her.
He pulled his mouth away, scoffing fondly at the whine & weak clenching of her fingers in his hair, his voice gravelly with his own desire as he spoke, moving his fingers just gently enough to allow her to form coherent thoughts as he addressed her.
"This next part… You may not enjoy as much as you'd think you would," he told her honestly, his free hand hesitant on rolling back the silk blue sleeve.
"Hm, I never mistook you f-for a gentle lover. You may stop if you feel so concern- Fuck's sake Jacopo!" she yelped as she realised she'd underestimated the size of his fist & for a moment her mind was blank, processing nothing but the fact that she would not be able to look this man in the eyes in public ever again without getting wet. She couldn't stop herself. Not with all five of his knuckles slowly burying themselves inside of her.
"I…"
"Want even more? How greedy can you get? You have my entire fist inside of you. Women. So unappreciative."
"I am going t-to."
"Not until I say so you won't," he commanded, leaning forward & continuing to push into her until his wrist was out of sight.
"Please," she breathed.
"Wait…" he purred, twisting his fist slightly.
"S-s-stop I'm… I c-can't-"
"You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"
She moaned whether in defeat or determination was unclear but her thighs were shuddering & he wanted her.
Her breath was shallow, quick & with a sigh of slight... appreciation he pulled his fist out of her.
"Can you sit up?" he asked quietly, leaning back onto his heels.
"I. I'm sorry… I didn't me-"
"You have nothing to apologise for," he assured her, quietly, not missing the blush across her nose deepen when he licked at his palm.
"You certainly don't taste like a cutthroat," he chuckled deeply, leaning over her, pressing his clean hand next to her head as he towered over her once more. He found he liked doing that, he enjoyed the deep red slowly spreading across her nose.
"You mock me," she panted.
"Not at all," he replied softly, pulling her hands down to the bindings of his pants.
"Liar," she hummed, leaning up to kiss him as she undid the strings with more eagerness than she had her own (in his opinion).
"You knew that already," he snickered, digging his fingers into her thighs & pulling her against him.
"Well your mouth lies but your-"
His hand pressed over her mouth but his expression was amused as opposed to disgusted.
"You should take a vow of silence every now & again," he suggested, pinning her hips against the desk so he could shove into her.
"Moaning is a sound," she pointed out sweetly as his teeth scraped against her bottom lip, her hands falling to the back of his neck.
"Nuisance you are," he shot back, pushing her thigh up for better access.
"Ahhh!"
"I figured after a fist this would be nothing. I guess I've underestimated myself haven't I?" he murmured as her nails clenched into his back.
"Arrogance really is your forte, isn't it, Pazzi?"
"You seem to be taking... This aspect of my… Personality rather well," he said, as his thrusts became sharper, to the point where she could feel his pelvic bone grind into hers with every jerk into her.
"Come closer…" she whined, the second he slightly leaned his head back.
"Why-ever for?"
"Why-ever not?" she stated, with a shaky giggle.
He rolled his eyes, his pace quickening more out of the realisation that the papers they were (mindlessly rutting) on top of still needed his stamp than out of any real desire to finish this quickly.
Her head tipped back, exposing a glistening, unmarked neck that he thought could use marks of his own. So he took the liberty of leaning forward & making a large one by sinking his teeth in that open flesh, his teeth digging so deeply he swore he tasted blood as her fingers tightened like small vices in his back. Her following moans simply confirmed what he'd already known. She clearly enjoyed a healthy does of pain in her pleasure.
"P-p-please!" she gasped her face buried in his chest as her legs coiled around his waist.
It curdled his stomach to think it but he… Thought he could tolerate her presence more than he was willing to admit thought his eyes rolled at the soft noise of pleading she gave against his chest.
"You might as well," he conceded, biting into the side of her neck with enough for to make her gasp & the tightening then slacking of her grip makes it clear she was finished.
"H-Harder," she whispered near inaudibly.
"You… Are a strange one," he chuckled, not obliging her insistence but not quite feeling inclined to stop what he was doing just then. Then he felt the slightest of shift of her weight against him & before he could attempt to control his body's reactions to a more direct angle he found himself sputtering & swearing into her neck, feeling more akin to a lovelorn boy than a dignified noble & once again he was tempted to throw her off of him, force her to leave but she looked exhausted (albeit satisfied) & he found even his own cruelty didn't reach that far.
But he would not be seen as sentimental.
He dropped her into a chair.
"Sleep there if you must but don't overstay your welcome, least I forget your presence & lock you in here," he warned adjusting his pants.
"Threaten me ever again & I'll break your arm," she mumbled sleepily.
"... I'm quite aware of that," he replied, picking up his seal & getting back into his work.
She was right about it not being a transaction. He always had the upper hand in one of those.
A/N Don't worry. I'll ruin their happiness too. No ship is safe from ya boi.