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In this chapter there will be a great song mentioned "L'enfer et moi" by Amandine Bourgeois and also I will talk about the photomontage that Liz made about the naked Red and you can find the link at my profile to this photo.

Be aware, this chapter contains some M-rated scene!

Hope you'll like it! :)

4. Provence Red

Previously:

It was a mark of carmine red lips and he couldn't help but imagine her luscious lips dangerously close to his groin.

"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you have started," he laughed heavily and stepped under the shower, fantasizing about those naughty lips, moving a few inches to East.

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"So if I see the situation right…Reddington is still alive." Tom rubbed the bridge of his nose with closed eyes.

"Yes." Lizzie shrugged and took a big bite from her croissant.

It was still early, the sun just blinked tiredly at the sky but this part of the day was her favorite; times like this she just sat down at the balcony and watched as the first light of the sun caressed the chilly air and danced with the water drops on the grape leaves…it was like a wild acid hallucination where the whole vineyard came alive and the grapes were speaking with each other in color-language.

"Liz, are you listening?!" Tom's harsh voice brought her back.

"What? Yes, sorry." How could he demand her attention when this morning was crawling into her beloved lap of Provence?

It was the only place she felt herself truly at home; in this little vineyard with the old-fashioned, dirty-yellow house with two storage walls which had barely stood when she had found this secret haven. This was her only property, her only material love. She had renewed it with her own hands after she had bought from the previous owner but Liz had had no earthly idea what she could do and how she would take care of the grapes. Much for her luck, the owner knew a winemaker who lived on the next yard with his wife in a smaller house, and they happily stayed to continue their life with Liz.

This man, August, taught her many things about wines, and more about Provence. He taught the secret life of the fruit and he truly believed that it had a soul; many times she caught her old friend talking to the grapevines.

Truth be told Liz was jealous; jealous of him because she knew she would never feel the way he did. Because this feeling you simply could not learn; if it wasn't in your veins as you took your first breath in this world, then you would never feel it.

August was born to be take care of the vineyard and she was born to justify her mother's death.

She was about to accomplish her job when suddenly Life showed her a little, almost tiny detail, which had saved her from a dead-end road.

She had met with Reddington. The infuriating, cheeky bastard who had appeared in her life as the murderer of her mother but also the savior of her life.

Of course it hadn't changed the fact that he was an infuriating and cheeky bastard who knew perfectly well how hot he actually was.

Raymond…Reddington…maybe the most delicious alliteration that she had ever tasted.

If she separated the first three letters of his last name she got his very telling nickname;

Red…

Just like the Mourvedre of this vineyard; mostly dry but the tip of your tongue drowned into something sweet, almost intoxicatingly, illegally sweet. A fine, full-bodied wine with character and deliciously alcoholic after years of ageing that provided the smoothness to this taste-compose.

Maybe that was the reason why she couldn't stop thinking about him after she had left him tied up; because Red knocked her off of her feet and made her drunk with the sure knowledge that she could not taste him again and never get him.

He was her forbidden fruit. The original sin.

The Devil himself.

No one tempted her this way…well, normally she always got what she wanted but as Mick Jagger sang; You can't always get what you want.

"ELIZABETH!"

She almost jumped from her seat, "WHAT?"

"Focus, for God's sake! How can you be so calm?" Tom suddenly stood from his seat and started walking back and forth in front of her.

"I don't understand why you're so whiny during this beautiful morning." She grinned and inhaled the sweet earthy air.

"Why? WHY? Because you didn't do your damn job! You just used and humiliated Raymond Reddington who won't rest until he finds you, sweetheart! And if he finds you, he finds me as well." He almost yelled and Liz was seriously afraid that he would get a stroke in the next minute.

"Calm down Tom! Seriously you're worse than my father."

"Oh, yes. Thanks for reminding me that if Reddington doesn't kill me, then Sam Milhoan will." He spitted sarcastically and put his hands to his hips, looking at the ground and raising his gaze only when he was talking to her. "How could you leave him alive anyway?" Of course, Liz hadn't told him the real reason and it wasn't her intention to; Life taught her early on that she couldn't trust anyone except herself. It was her mission, her cross to bear.

"It's none of your business." She answered with a cold gaze and leaned back in her chair.

"You're right. It's not. But don't expect me to save you if he finds you." He warned her.

"He won't. This place is not even on the map. He won't find me."

"Don't be so naïve." His anger diminished greatly so he sat down next to her, quite seriously. "Liz, we're talking about the Concierge of Crime! No matter what, he would come after you and when he finds you – he will kill you with no mercy. You're the daughter of his greatest enemy AND you stole data from his computer!" Tom felt like he was talking to a little girl who didn't understand why she shouldn't play with fire.

"The information is worth, maybe, ten thousand dollars, so what? It's just a pocket money for him." Liz shrugged casually and sipped her coffee. She was really lucky that she hadn't mentioned that she actually had left him tied to the bed in his birthday suit and her trademark on his thigh; because if Tom knew that he would surely get a heart attack.

"You don't understand it, do you?" He asked with disbelief. "Liz, it's not the point that the loss of this money doesn't change his life but the fact that you were able to steal something from him! It screams for revenge and he won't stop until he gets it. You can't hide, you can't run; sooner or later, he will find you." His voice was small but thick with fear.

"Tom, calm down, please. He won't kill me because…because he wants answers that he can get only with me."

"What answers?" He furrowed his brows.

"Why I didn't kill him and why I stole the information from him." And why I left him tied up naked, she added in her head then continued, "Reddington is the kind of man who desperately wants answers and as you said he won't stop until he gets them."

"But…" Tom wanted to argue further but Liz stopped him with her raising hand.

"No, Tom. This conversation is over. If you want to cop out, then do it now and leave. He doesn't know about you so if this risk is too much for you…" She never finished the sentence, instead she waited for his reaction.

"I'm sorry, Liz." He whispered as he cupped her cheek "This…"

"Leave. Now." She demanded, mentally reminding herself that Liz could only rely on her own loyalty and her very own self.

Tom stood up and kissed her forehead, but she withdrew the moment his lips touched her skin like they had been on fire. He sighed, then like a beaten up dog, he left.

…Two weeks later…

Dembe seriously worried about his boss.

After that incident in San Francisco, Red found a new obsession; no matter what, he wanted to find this mysterious girl who had given him a good lesson and as if it wouldn't have been enough, she stole some really important information from his laptop. For someone who didn't know the exact details those files were useless but to the one who knew the existence of the Fulcrum, it's worth millions. First Red assumed that Elizabeth had stolen it for her father, but two days later he found out that Sam didn't even know that his innocent little girl, who maybe stole sometimes, was actually the Kisser, the ninth most wanted person in the world.

So the thought struck Red; why had she robbed him and left him alive? After that particular night Red had tested his blood in case she put something toxic into that syringe. Turns out that she could easily killed him with a slightly larger dose…maybe she was as stubborn to find the answers about the past as Red?

And there was how she had left him…naked with her trademark on his body and not just on his neck or forehead, oh no; she kissed him close to his most sensitive parts after she had disrobed him. As much as he tried not to think about that, whenever he closed his eyes he saw this saucy minx with dilated pupils, breathe hitched as her body bathed in desire.

Maybe lust was the only thing that people couldn't pretend; that woman in his lap had been as turned on as he.

Getting aroused without satisfaction and not getting what he wanted was maybe the only thing that Raymond Reddington hadn't experienced yet.

But this Sweetheart showed him well and he was a man who hadn't afforded anything without giving back something equally generous…so when he found her she will get one hell of a spanking from him!

Tracking her down was actually harder than he had first imagined; she really was a talented criminal, he thought. Smart and tricky enough to disappear from his sight for fourteen days which was quite good, according to her age.

Truth be told Red had thought earlier that she was on the FBI's list because she was the inheritor of her father's legacy. However her career was independent from her fathers, which made more sense after Red saw that Liz and Sam's relationship was anything but close and deep.

Maybe that was why she was spending the holiday alone in this old-fashioned house. Because she was lonely and couldn't build a normal relationship with anyone, just like Raymond.

The moon was already hanging when Red stepped into the house that welcomed him with emptiness. If he wanted to be honest, it was better this way because he wanted to take a short tour of the house before he accomplishes his evil plan. It was actually quite nice and cozy; the modern culture mixed with classic designs, some Provence patterns here and there.

After taking a look downstairs he climbed up on the old, creaky stairs and with a devilish smirk he stepped into her bedroom. The huge windows were open and the spicy air filled the room as the moonlight rested on the queen sized bed covered in white sheets. Between the bed and the door of the balcony, an old-fashioned dressing screen stood with a beautiful silk bathrobe on its top with crimson and orange ornamental figures stood in the corner; for a moment he imagined her taking it off while he was sitting on that robust armchair at the opposite side of the room, next to the bed…he shook his head and continued studying the room. The wall in front of the bed was covered with many pictures, mostly hers, except one; an old photo about a girl with her cat…it was Rebeca's last photo of her daughter.

Taking a deep breath he moved on because he knew Liz would return in any minute and he didn't want to meet her just yet.

There was a big easel covered with a robe and Red was about to take it off to admire what was under when he had heard the stairs creaking under someone's weight. As fast as he could he walked toward the door but it was too late; Liz was already on the second floor landing and was heading to her bedroom, focused on her phone – much for his luck.

The only hiding place was a big wardrobe that he almost jumped in when Liz stepped into the room. Luckily the wardrobe had shutters so Red could follow her with his gaze. She was still lost in her device; she didn't even take off her eyes of the phone as she dropped her bag to the bed.

He was so mad at her and yet he couldn't stop admiring her beauty, especially now when Liz was wearing a thin, white casual dress with a baby blue shawl around her shoulders. After she finished typing she replaced it with a glass of red wine but soon changed her mind.

Without taking a sip she took the wine own and went behind the dressing screen. Soon the bathrobe disappeared and a white casual dress rested there instead. When Liz walked back to her wine Red almost forgot to breathe; the bathrobe was hanging loosely around her upper arms and barely hid her bosom. With a perfect bun her hair was caught at the top of her head so he had better access to memorize every inch of her.

She turned the turntable on and soon Red recognized that it was the French song from the Eurovision 2013; L'enfer et moi – if he remembered correctly.

Liz slowly turned around and with a hint of lust in her eyes she walked to the easel and the robe fell down to the floor. Red couldn't see the picture from his position but he did see the satisfaction on her face as she bit her lower lip and her hand slowly grazed the picture. He didn't know how or why but that little evil smile at the corner of her lips, the swinging of her hips as she walked back to the bed, woke the beast in him and tempted a tango with her. Her naked left leg above the right as she sat down was only fuel for the fire.

She still hadn't taken her eyes off of the picture…it was clear that she was satisfied with it, she probably made it. When the last finger of wine disappeared, Liz turned off the turntable and walked back to the bed to crawl under the sheets – he was guessing here because that corner was invisible for him.

After an excruciating hour of standing in the cramped closet, he slowly escaped from his hidden place and stepped into the middle of the room. Instead of looking at the sleeping form in the bed, his curiosity turned him around and suddenly he had to swallow the gasp that almost escaped him.

The big picture was actually a photomontage; naked chest, curve of a neck, wrist, calf, lips – all the parts of the body belonged to him, Red was the model! She must have taken them while he had been knocked out but it didn't help much for his angry and turned on state because as he thought back how she had admired, how she had touched the photos, and those particular photos…no woman worshipped his body as Liz did with these photos

But that wasn't the point, he almost shouted at himself, the point was that she had taken advantage of him!

He slowly turned around and approached the bed but soon realized from the bathrobe on the armchair and her naked back, that she wasn't wearing anything and only that thin sheet hid her waist…oh God, he had to take a few calming breaths to remain professional.

But it just did. Not. Work.

The beast freed himself in Red and the sexual frustration tensed him and teased his sadistic side to make her pay in being equally sexually frustrated, plus interest. He slowly took off his vest and rolled up his sleeves as he walked down to the kitchen to grab the necessary torture items that he needed and then headed back to her room.

He took out the gifts she had left on his wrists two weeks ago and cautiously placed them to hers, much for his luck she was still laying on her belly, arms either side of her head so chaining her up was easier than he had previously thought.

Red drank some of his wine he had poured and took an ice cube between his teeth as he lazily straddled her waist, paying attention not to press down too painfully, and soon he was on his hands and knees above her as he slowly slid the ice down her spine from the base of her neck to her tailbone where the white sheets covered the rest of her.

He continued travelling with the ice cube on her soft skin until he heard her soft protesting moan, with a chuckle he smashed the small cube with his teeth then swallowed down. Liz was still not awake so he treated the skin behind her ear with his now cold lips.

"Mmm…Francis? I told you not to come here anymore," she growled as she moved to change the position of her hands.

"Not quite my dear." Red chuckled again as he couldn't stop caressing her soft skin on her back and side, dangerously close to her breasts.

"What the…" Liz panicked and wanted to get up immediately but his hand on her throat and the handcuffs on her wrists stopped her. Waking up like this would normally scare the hell out of her but she was too caught up in Red's game to be worried. She was excited in oh, so many ways.

"Oh, no. We don't want you to get hurt now, do we?" He leaned close to her ear as he gently held her throat and all of sudden Liz imagined that hand holding her a bit firmer as he roughly fu…

"Let me go!" She hissed and tried to push him off of her but with his weight and her precarious position, it was useless.

"Why would I do that, Audrey? Or would you prefer Elizabeth? Or the Kisser? Take your pick sweetheart." His voice was incredibly low and he had hard time diverting all the blood from his other active body part, but it was getting worse as she was still stirring under him, grinding her ass against him.

Oh, Liz was aware of the effect she had on him and tried to divert his attention, but of course it didn't help. She couldn't help but moan as heat pooled in her belly as his masculine scent hit her nose, his lip lingering on her naked skin.

"How does it feel? Beaten by a woman half of your age?" She grinned as she felt him tensing and his hand tightened around her throat, not painfully.

"Do you really think, angering me is a good idea?"

"Oh, yes! Because it doesn't matter how angry you are right now, you can't change the past and you definitely can't change the fact that I actually fooled the great Raymond Reddington." She answered cheekily, provoking him into action. If he was angry he would make a mistake and she could turn the tables…and a tiny part of her was curious to be under the furious Reddington's mercy. Somehow she didn't think he would hurt her nor do something painful because one thing was sure about him, he was a real gentleman who would never hurt a lady…

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Ahhh!" Liz cried out loudly as the first three whips hit her naked butt; not hurting a lady my ass!

While she was daydreaming Red slowly took away her sheets and rested himself on his elbow next to her as he slapped her.

"Oh, Lizzie, you're very naughty girl and I think you deserve a good lesson, shall we?" He caressed the reddening skin on her right ass cheek.

"Go to…" She couldn't finish because another slap shut her up.

"Language, Lizzie." He smirked at her. Oh he was going to enjoy this!

"Don't dare call me Lizzie or I swear to God…ah!" Another slap, harder this time.

Why was he so sadistic? And why was she enjoying this so much?

"Why don't you learn from your mistakes…Lizzie?" He almost purred, searching for any and every reaction on her face and when she tried to look away he remunerated her with five constant smacks. "Don't look away when I'm speaking to you." He tilted his head and Liz couldn't help but silently obey as she turned her watery eyes back to his.

"Oh, no, no need for those nasty tears." Red shook his head and wiped away the only drop from her cheek; for a minute he seriously considered that she was terrified of him in a wrong way, but when she rolled her eyes and tried to break the headrest to free her wrists he chuckled again. "So, where to start…" He brought his index finger to his chin, pondering. "Ah, yes. Where is the pendrive?"

"What are you talking about?" She asked innocently but her 'reward' was a big slap on her left ass cheek.

"Don't play stupid, you're far from that." He said with a dead cold tone. He was losing his patience. "Where is it?"

"I'm not going to tell you." She stated.

"Well then…" Ten firm strikes followed these two little words.

Liz was panting and the ache between her legs was getting almost unbearable. She hadn't tried this form of foreplay before and didn't know if it would work with other men, but now…totally under this man's mercy… the mere thought turned her on to no end and she couldn't help but unconsciously rub her thighs together to get some friction.

He must have sensed her arousal as an evil smirk appeared on his face. "Oh, so you love this kind of torture." He lazily straddled her again as his right hand slipped between the sheets and her torso and slowly made its way down to her right breast where a peaked nipple welcomed his fingers. Hiding his swelling groin was harder and harder (…and yes, pun intended!) and hearing her barely controlled moan escaping her lips as he gently pinched her nipple made his cock twitch. He leaned close to her ear and dropped his voice low, the way she liked:

"Tell me what I want to know and you'll get what you want."

Now she was in real trouble!

To be continued…

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