"For the last time, Daddy, NO! I thought you had started to actually give a shit, but you just want a handout. You raised me to never give worthless people money." Chloe screamed at the top of her lungs. She could tell he was unhappy with her answer but she had stopped caring a long time ago. She was furious that he had convinced her he wanted to mend their relationship only to ask for her hard earned, legitimate money. After years of ignoring her, only acknowledging her when she could perform for him, she thought hitting rock bottom would change him. Well, this was the last he'd ever see of her. She would make sure of it.
He looked at her with a mixture of disappointment and anger before turning without another word. She didn't know who could be so important that they trumped her and her money, but she fully intended to find out. As she watched the distance between them grow, the gears were turning in her shrewd mind. She didn't get this far in life by blind trust, no, total skepticism was more her style. Where could he be going that was of such significance? Hastily making up her mind, she slunk off after she was sure there was enough distance for her to follow him undetected. He wouldn't even consider that he was being followed, so she knew she could do so without fear of being caught. Maintaining a safe distance behind his vast figure, she stuck to the shadows as she trailed him past building after building. She vaguely recognized the area they were headed to, but seeing as how it was a lower income part of the city, she couldn't say she knew anything about the people that lived there. She concentrated on his back as he glanced left and right at the end of the street they had emerged onto. Instead of continuing down another street, she finally saw him turn between two buildings. She knew by the way he tried to appear more important and regal, he had reached his destination.
She slowed her pace and prepared herself for what she was about to come across. Since her father's embezzlement trial, people had started shunning her. It eventually escalated to where she couldn't go out shopping without being yelled at or pestered. Since then, she had started carrying a small, but deadly, knife. It wouldn't scare them off, but it sure as hell would get their attention as she stabbed into them. As she slowly made her way to the edge of the building, she pulled the knife out of her pocket and released the lock with a soft snick. She had no idea what to expect, but given that it was her father it promised to be any number of despicable things. She quietly took a deep breath as she came to the opening of the alleyway before peeking her head around the corner. Her father's back was facing her, so she had a clear view of the man her father was now exchanging pleasantries with. To her surprise, this wasn't some grungy low-life she had expected her father to associate with. This man was... different. His gunmetal hued silk button down stood out against his tight fitted black jeans. A silver serpent embossed belt buckle shined in the low light. He wore newly waxed italian leather dress shoes in liquid black and his hair was slightly in front of a pair of brooding teal blue eyes. Her heart raced at the hint of a coy smirk on his soft lips. He looked like the kind of man that knew exactly what he wanted in life and that was something she could relate to. She couldn't stand whiny ass men that didn't know what they wanted and could never make their own decisions. She had been taught from a young age to understand power and this man absolutely exuded it.
There was something different about him; she couldn't put her finger on what it was but she had every intention of finding out. She was shocked that such a man would have anything to do with her father, but then again her father had been in the game a very long time. Just by the way they casually touched, she could tell that they had been acquainted a long time. Focusing back on their conversation, she heard the man describing a girl that sounded an awful like…. But it couldn't be. Who would care enough about her to seek her father's connections? And why would a man like him be looking for her? She pondered these questions as she heard her father mention her name. Oh, Daddy, I do owe you one for sending that man my direction, she thought as she texted her driver her location. Now she just needed to figure out how to allow herself to be 'found' by him. As she was turning around, she could've sworn she saw someone at the other end of the alley; much in the same position as she, obviously eavesdropping as well. She decided to ignore that, after all it was none of her business and she wasn't supposed to be here anyways. Thinking she was in the mood for a more elegant setting, she decided to plan at her favorite spot. As she turned to walk to the end of the street to await her car, she gasped as she saw the man sprint away from her father down the other side of the alleyway. She was glad when her driver pulled around the corner at that exact moment, not wanting the man to take any turns that would lead him in her direction. She briefly considered having her driver follow him, before discarding the idea. No need to rush things, she thought as her driver sped towards les Aile du Obscurite, which was only a few blocks away from their current location.
Once they had arrived and her door was opened, she flashed a fake smile at the guard as he greeted her by name. "It's been awhile, Mlle. Bourgeois, how have you been?"
"Absolutely fabulous, whatever your name is. It seems to have slipped my mind at the moment." Chloe brushed her blonde hair over her shoulder as she adjusted her purse strap.
"It's- " The bodyguard tried to tell her his name, but she interrupted him with a wave.
"Here." She flashed her I.D. even though she knew he didn't need to see it. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you, but I'll be in my usual spot."
"Yes, Mlle. Bourgeois." The bodyguard nodded with a slight bow before letting her walk past him.
She walked through the tinted glass doors and past the foyer lost in thought. She briefly paused at le vestiaire to drop off her sunshine yellow Louis Vuitton Epi Leather Noe Purse.
"You know what name to put it under." She had already turned around before she finished speaking, carelessly letting go of her bag. The clerk made a mad dive to catch it before it hit the floor, fearing the consequences if it did.
She entered the bar and lounge area, tapping the bar top to make her presence known. The barman acknowledged her immediately and began preparing her drink as she slid into a large, comfortable chair on the other side of the room. Within minutes her favorite drink, the Suédois de vanille, was in her hand. She sipped it as she reviewed everything she had learned tonight, finally relaxing to reflect and plan. She considered using her father to set up an opportunity to cross paths with the man in the alley, but she disliked having to rely too heavily on her father. He was a failure in every part of his life and she needed this meeting to go off perfectly. If she didn't use him, how could she make sure to be available when this man came calling? She set down her now empty glass as she continued to muse over the situation. Her empty glass was replenished without her noticing as she sank deeper into thought. Who the fuck was that man? She glanced around the room as she heard the clerk greeting someone, her eyes stopping as her jaw dropped at her good luck. And how the fuck was he able to get into the most prestigious lounge in Paris? He took a seat at the bar as she watched and thought to herself, this place is much more suited for a man like him. He gestured as he indicated which drink he wanted, the barman nodded and set to work on it. His serpent belt buckle gleamed in the low lighting as he removed his phone from the pocket of his black jeans and proceeded to tap on in intently.
She needed to figure out a way to talk to him discreetly. His drink was already almost gone, so she grabbed a pen from a nearby table, snatching an unused napkin along with it, hurriedly scribbled a message on it and stood up. Walking deeper into the room, she shoved her note into the hand of a waiter.
"Give this to that man at the bar along with another drink."
Not giving the waiter a chance to respond, she sauntered out of the door that lead to the roof access. The city was already dark and the street lamps cast a soft glow below her as she tilted her head up towards the sky. She loved her city, but she missed being able to see the millions of stars the universe held. It wasn't too long after she had settled in that she heard the door slowly open behind her. Hearing the steady drum of his footsteps coming closer and anxious to look him in the eyes, she turned around to face him.
It was as if time stood still as she caught the first whiff of his scent of cigar and leather on the wind, peering into teal eyes that seemed to hold her destiny. Eager to hear the rich baritone she heard in the alleyway, she spoke up before he could, "I know you do business with my father."
Luka was immediately on alert. Not only had Marinette escaped from her apparent eavesdropping, it seemed this girl was also eavesdropping as well. He should've been able to pick up on whether there were people around. Damn that woman, she's caused him to go soft. He grinned maliciously as he thought of the ways in which she would pay for that. In the meantime, this woman was here talking to him like some kind of equal and that just wouldn't do at all. He sauntered over to her, blatantly dragging his gaze from her face down her supermodel figure as slowly as possible. It didn't take him long to realize who this queen standing in front of him was.
"Why, Mlle Bourgeois, I didn't take you for a druggie." His slight smirk caused goosebumps to rise all along her skin. He was the embodiment of sex and she had to have him. Feigning offense, she scoffed and began to walk past him. "I'm not!"
He turned to apologize and grabbed her wrist to bring her back. As soon as their skin touched, a painful but brief burning sensation radiated out from their chests. Shocked, their gazes locked in a silent battle for dominance. His magic pushed around the outer edges of her aura. He broke her gaze with a gasp as his magic found something that he had never seen before - an aura just like his. "Love, I think I'm gonna have to ask you to come back to my hotel room with me. It seems like we have a lot to discuss and I'm not exactly comfortable doing so out in the open. Care to take this party and make it a party of two back at my spot?" His teal eyes pierced through her, causing heat to pool as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and lifted her hand for him to kiss.
Bringing his lips to the back of her hand, he made a show of leaning in for the kiss before flipping her hand over. Now with her wrist exposed, he grazed his lips across before pulling it closer and lightly biting it. Chloe's eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head at the sensation, but she kept her aloof mask on as she watched with a detached interest. She allowed him a moment there before pulling her hand back with the slightest tremor. "So, are we going to stay out here all night or did you actually mean what you said?" She knew she was playing a dangerous game being so coy with a man so drunk off of power, but she wouldn't have it any other way. Playing it safe was for losers.
He didn't miss the trembling of her hand as she pulled it back, a knowing smirk gracing his face before he straightened back up. "Of course I meant it. Do you have a car service or should we use mine?" He had to play his cards right with this woman to get the information he needed to find Marinette, but he also didn't see why he couldn't have his cake and eat it too. Just from the stunt she pulled downstairs and her attitude during their conversation, he knew that she was a woman who always got what she wanted, no matter the cost. She looked out for herself and didn't mind stepping on people to get there. There was also this thing with her aura and his tattoo. Luka didn't believe in all that garbage about soulmates, but maybe this woman's cunning could be of use to him. She seemed stupid enough in her arrogance to be easily exploited and she did have the power and connections he needed to hunt Marinette down. She could prove her worth in her help seeking Marinette. Offering her his arm, he turned and looked down at her expectantly.
"My driver will take us there. You can give him the address when we get in the car. My driver will wait for me at the hotel while we discuss what you are seeking and how I can be of assistance. He will be notified of my location at random times via GPS signal and will call police the first time there is an issue. I'm a very important woman and I do not know you well enough to blindly walk into your domain. That being said, lead the way." She settled her arm against his as they walked down the stairs and to the counter to get her bag. She wanted to remind him that she was in control of her situation, and that they would be walking in as equals, not as a stray lonely girl following a sexy mysterious man. After retrieving her bag they walked out into the chilled night air once more. Luka was struck with a strong sense of deja vu, only he was with a person he'd never thought he'd be able to stomach. They loaded up in her car and he called out the address to her driver.
They pulled up to his hotel after a half hour or so of driving. He got out of the car and walked around to open the door for her. Chloe stepped out and walked past him, completely ignoring it as he held his hand out for her to take. He smirked and slammed the door, focused on this woman with a power hungry attitude. Luka caught up to her and walked past the doorman without saying a word to him. This woman had a strength and air about her that he hadn't seen before. Something about her made the game worth it and he was there to play.
Chloe walked in front of him and Luka shook his head. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her back and she fell into him. If he wasn't playing fair then she wasn't going to either. As they continued down the hallway, Luka suddenly pressed her to the wall and slammed her hands above her head. She slowly turned her head with a smile as he smirked down at her and feathered his breath on her lips. She bit her bottom lip as he rolled his pelvis against hers teasingly and slowly licked from her collar bone, up her neck to her earlobe. He nibbled on her ear and gripped her wrists hard in his hands, sinking his nails into her soft skin. Chloe wedged her knee between his thighs and pushed him so that his back was to the wall now. She grabbed his wrists and flung them at his sides and slowly sank down while keeping her eyes on his. He gave her a sinister smile, as she slid her hands from his wrists to his thighs and up while she bit her tongue with a seductive smile.
She slid her hands towards the bulge in his black jeans and rubbed along his cock through the dense material. Luka growled and bit his bottom lip as he rolled his hips against her hands. "Mi sottometterai a me, donna," He said as he gripped her golden hair between his fingers and tugged her up onto her feet. She didn't understand a word of Italian, but it didn't really matter to her in the slightest what he was saying. She gasped and he pulled her head back to hungrily kiss along her neck to her lips. She parted her lips and he took that moment to slide his tongue past them and she met his forceful kiss with her own.
Luka flicked her top lip with the tip of his tongue. "I need a little pick me up before this goes down, tesoro." She bit her bottom lip and hummed with a smile. She felt love drunk on this dark, mysterious man and she couldn't get enough of him. It was like she had strings and he was pulling each one, controlling her to his every will, but she wasn't willing to submit that easily. She was the one that orchestrated this meeting. She slammed him into the wall by his shoulders and ran her thigh between his legs, causing him to groan against her harsh kiss. She bit his bottom lip and tugged. Luka gripped her upper arms and flipped both of them so that her back hit the wall. She mewled softly and gripped his silver shirt in her fists and pulled him closer with a strength that she didn't know she possessed. There was something so hot about this fight for dominance and she wanted more.
Luka pulled away from her and tugged her forcefully into his hotel room. She ran her hands along his shoulders and around his sides until her fingers reached the buttons on his silk shirt. Chloe slowly began to undo them while he pulled his special knife from his pocket. Something about seeing him turn on the stove and place the giant blade on the burner made her quiver with anticipation for this man. He was the epitome of a bad boy and she was in deep for a man with power and a hint of darkness. She bit his neck with a soft giggle. He looked down at her with a dark smirk and took one of her hands before bringing it to his lips. He bit it with his canine teeth and she yanked her hand away, but the small prick of pain only made her need intensify.
Luka looked at her closely as he watched her nurse her hand. He had pushed a bit more of his magic in her to see how it would react. It seemed to only fuel her if the lust in her eyes was any indicator. Luka turned back to the stove, watching the knife glow red hot before he pulled a rock from the bag in his pocket and a glass straw. Chloe ran her hands up his muscular chest and pressed her breasts against his spine. She continued to undo his shirt while she licked and sucked on his pulse point. He dropped the rock onto the hot blade and let it turn into a vapor before he sucked the smoke up into the straw. He didn't care if it was a waste of his product, he had enough money to burn. Something twisted within Chloe and she found herself sliding her hand down his forearm to the glass straw in his hand with a smirk. Luka was thrilled that she had taken to his control so easily. "I thought you didn't do drugs, la regina di cuori?" He smirked with ill intent as he dropped a rock onto the hot blade for her.
"Do not presume to understand why I do what I do, Mystery Man." She watched it turn into a vapor and breathed it in through the tube and felt it take over her senses. Luka slid his hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts from behind her and softly blew along her ear. She felt an electrical charge go through her body and straight between her thighs, causing her to tremble and whimper from his attention.
"Want something that will make you numb and feel like you're a goddess among men?" Luka grazed his teeth along the shell of her ear and she hummed in response with a nod. She decided to let him figure out that she didn't need any drug to make her a goddess. But, there was something about this man that made her want to be under his spell and within his control, so she figured she'd give what he was offering a shot. Whether it was the drugs kicking in or her soul… she couldn't decide which it was.
Luka turned the burner off and removed the blade. He pulled out a cigarette from his back pocket and lit the end against the knife, taking a long drag. Chloe's eyes widened and she felt her panties soak. He held the cigarette between his lips, pulled an 8-ball out of his pocket, a glass mirrored tray from the small entryway table and brought it over to the kitchen. She clung to him like her life depended on it. All she wanted to do was touch him and feel his skin on hers. He poured the white powder onto the glass tray and cut it. Luka smirked and took the cigarette from his lips and lifted his face to the ceiling and let the smoke out slowly. He peered over at a passion-filled Chloe that was hungry for him and only him. "You got a 100?"
Chloe walked over to her purse and opened it without much thought and produced a 100 euro note. She brought it over and he gripped her chin with his nails. He smirked and pulled her in for an alluring kiss. He tasted of smoke and sweet liquor and temptation. He pushed her away and rolled the euro note then ran it along the line and snorted it all. He pushed his index finger over the other nostril and sniffed one last time. "Your turn, la regina di cuori." He poured out more and cut it for her then passed her the euro note.
Chloe bent over and he brushed his hands up her thighs as she sucked the white powder through the note. She felt her nose go numb and every sense thereafter. She sniffed and suddenly turned around and gripped his shirt, ripping it from his arms. He smirked as he fell against the opposite wall. She bit his bottom lip and slid her hand down his chest to his belt buckle and popped it open. Luka licked his lips and peered down at her. He grabbed her and picked her up. She captured his lips and tugged at his hair. She wanted to take all of him to show him who was boss. That she was the one in control and not him. She wouldn't be controlled by any man, even one as powerful as this one. Luka set his cigarette into a tray and wiped all of the items from the desk in the room and they clattered to the floor. He greedily kissed her and ran his tongue along hers as he set her down on the desk. She moaned and shrugged off her coat. Luka couldn't wait any longer and it wasn't his style to. He took her shirt in between his hands and ripped it open. She arched her back, as he kissed a line from her neck to in between her breasts, where he swiped his tongue along the bee tattoo that sat where her heart should be, feeling it's power and strength against his tongue. He groaned as his cock twitched in its confines and she cried out as he sent a current to her swollen clit, soaking her black silk panties.
Luka pulled her wrist to his lips and bit down hard, tasting blood on his tongue. She slapped the back of his head with her free hand to let him know that she wasn't helpless and widened her legs, wanting more from him. The pain ricocheted up her arm and caused her adrenaline to spike. He sucked on her pulse and kissed up her arm until he reached her breasts again. She stood with a smile that could kill lesser men and pressed her bright yellow stiletto heel into his chest, causing his chair to roll backwards with a push. Luka gave her a dark expression and peered through his dark lashes at the woman that was in control at the moment. Chloe stood in front of him and stole the cigarette from the tray that he had set it in. She put it between her lips and took a drag, working the clasp on her skirt before letting it drop to her ankles. She shrugged off the tattered remains of her shirt, leaving her in a matching bra and pantie set and the yellow heels. Luka didn't know how he had gotten so lucky, but he felt like he had this woman wrapped around his finger and he knew he had to have her in his pocket. He had to find Marinette and she was his ticket to her, but also something about her drew him in. He needed to unravel this mystery of a woman, and piece her back together to serve him and only him.
Chloe sauntered up to him, leaning down to accent her breasts, and pushed him onto the bed. He looked up at her with a devilish grin as he allowed his body to fall back. She crawled up his body and straddled her hips with the cigarette still dangling her lips. He ran his hands up her thighs like twin serpents as she rolled her hips along his arousal. He slowly licked his index finger and thumb before putting the end of her cigarette out. He pulled it from her lips and flicked it over the side of the bed, not caring where it landed. He growled and returned his hand to her hip, before letting his fingertips bite into her hip bones. He slid one of his hands up her back and gripped the back of her neck, yanking her down into a deep kiss. Luka pressed his tongue past her lips making her moan as he filled her mouth, and she ran her tongue along his frantically.
"That's it, my little ape regina." Luka broke from the kiss and ripped her panties free from her hips. She yanked his belt from the loops and he lifted his hips to help her get his jeans off. Chloe took in the fact that the man didn't wear anything beneath them and that drove her wild. The deep v at his hips intrigued her and she slid down to lick along it. He shifted his hips and maneuvered her to where he wanted her mouth to be, pressing his hand against her shoulder. "To the left, la regina di cuori." He hissed out as she nipped his right hip with her teeth.
She slowly licked up the length of him, her gaze taking in his smirk through her lashes, as she wrapped her lips around the head of his swollen cock. He was bigger than she thought he would be and sweeter tasting than any man that she had ever had before. She worked him with her mouth and tongue, causing him to moan and growl in pleasure. He sank his fingers into her hair and pulled causing her scalp to sting. She hissed and lightly grazed him with her teeth.
Luka yanked her from his dick and flipped her to trap her beneath him. He took his blade from the pocket of his jeans and slid the cool sharp edge beneath the front of her bra and suddenly slashed it through, causing her breasts to bounce free. She bit her lip and arched her back as he slid the blade between her breasts and down to her pelvis. Her adrenaline buzzed and her pulse sped up at the thrill of the steel on her heated skin. He ran the dull edge back up and along her neck, resting the point below her chin, while he bent over and stole a kiss from her lips. He knew he almost had her where he wanted her, but to make sure he slammed the blade above her head into the oak headboard and she shrieked and giggled, before she yanked him back down for a power hungry kiss. "Did you like that?" Luka smirked at her and slowly turned his head with dark intent.
"Shut up and fuck me already. Unless you're all talk…." Chloe raised her hips up to meet his and he grabbed her chin and pushed her head up, regaining access to her neck. He licked and kissed along it as he slammed his cock into her wet core. She screamed out and clutched his back with her nails and wrapped her legs around his hips. He gripped the pillows above her head and fucked her harder. He didn't care if it hurt her or if she liked it. She was going to give him answers after they were done, whether she wanted to or not. He slid his hand up her toned stomach, running his fingers along the small indentation from the trail of his knife before running his fingers around her bee tattoo. She felt a current go through her again and stimulate her clit, while his throbbing cock filled her and worked her towards the edge.
He reached beside him and grabbed his belt, wrapping it around her wrists and holding her hands above her head so that she couldn't touch him. "I got you pinned good now, il mio prigioniero." He pulled his knife out from where it was wedged into the wood before slamming it through the cross of the belt. Now she was fully contained, tied up with a belt and held to the headboard with his knife. Luka licked her tattoo with the tip of his tongue and flicked it and she cried out and arched her back with curled toes.
Chloe panted and felt like he was in her head, controlling her every reaction and every move; but she was still had a few tricks up her own sleeves. She suddenly pressed the heel of her stiletto into his calf and he yelped before falling back to grasp at it. Using this moment of distraction to her advantage, she yanked her hands downward as hard as she could, causing the knife to spin away. She worked the belt, setting her hands free enough to flip them over. Seeing him still in shock, she sat up and quickly wrapped the belt around his neck and pulled. She tugged him up to a sitting position with his cock buried between her soaking folds. "Now who's the one pinned?" She smirked at him, savoring the feeling of power, like she was above him and more powerful than this man beneath her ever dreamed she could be.
He gave her a crooked smile, and chuckled. "You gotta pull tighter than that, miele." Luka threw her back beneath him and trapped her. He thrust into her and bit her nipple between his teeth and she hissed as pain and pleasure mixed together into the perfect symphany. The little stunt she pulled had caused his mood to sour, and he was out of patience. He was going to keep playing with his food, but now he only wanted her to answer his questions and to dominate her while she did. "You gonna tell me where your little friend is?" He brought her close to the edge and she moaned and grasped at him. He pulled out and kissed down her body, as her hips rocked into the air, begging for release. "Hm? The girl with midnight hair and blue highlights?" He slowly kissed along her pelvis and grazed the curve above her swollen clit. She felt like she was going to explode and just one little flick of his tongue would bring her over the edge and send her flying. "How about where her parents live? I know she has the picture perfect family." He slowly spread her legs and softly kissed along her folds. "I know you know where she would be…" Luka kissed back up to her tingling clit with each word. Her legs shook with anticipation and torturous need. She wanted him to suck her, lick her, fuck her until she couldn't walk the next day. She wouldn't, couldn't, think about that hussy when she was so close to release. "You know who I'm talking about... Mar-i-nette." He drew her name out like it was the most delicious dessert that she had ever heard. Chloe bucked her hips and whimpered for mercy, but something in her mind kicked her out of it and she pushed him onto his back.
"You think I'd tell you where that two-timing low life is? You think I care where the fuck she is right now? You think you are allowed to think about her while fucking me?" Chloe's temper got the best of her and she knew that she had crossed whatever boundary he had set. He gave a short mocking laugh and threw her beneath him, all traces of playfulness gone from his expression as he pinned her down by her neck.
"I had my doubts that you could string together enough brain cells to keep track of yourself, let alone someone who is twice the woman you'll ever be." Luka sneered down at her and flicked her top lip with his tongue. Chloe glared at him in absolute fury. How dare he insult her like that! She had walked into this room wanting to win and right now she felt like she never had a chance. Something about him wanting to know about Marinette made her realize her place in his world, and she saw that he believed he was above her paygrade. She tried to think of a strategy that would put her back on top of the situation, but a fog was slowly creeping over her mind. Real panic started to set in as she realized there had always been more at play than she knew. He could somehow manipulate her soul, she recognized it now. Each touch had been calculated, each play at her was part of his plan. Just as her body fully submitted to his magic, a tear escaped the corner of eye. Years of pushing people away and treating the only friend she had like garbage ensured that there would be no one looking for her, no one to miss her if she disappeared. She tried to force out that she knew, she knew where Marinette was, but it was like she was screaming in her head, no sound escaping her lips except a puff of air.
"Now that I have your undivided attention, you will start telling me what I want to know. But, I think a little punishment will be in order while you give me what I want, il mio prigioniero." He felt her body go compliant underneath him. Confident now that he could proceed, He rose over her, watching her terrified eyes follow his movement. Once he was lined up, he cracked his hand across her face. Her head snapped to the side and a angry red handprint bloomed across her cheek. Grinning with sick glee, he gathered her hair and straightened her back out before tilting her chin up. He commanded her to open her mouth, waiting for her to open wide enough before he slammed his shaft down her throat. Keeping her head still against his thrusts, he ground out "Now… Where. Is. Marinette?" She gurgled against him, more tears leaking out of her eyes. She couldn't answer because of his cock going down her throat, but she was terrified of staying silent.
"Mmmgnntwwweaann…" She strove to form a coherent sentence to appease the animal above her.
"We're finally getting somewhere. I'm glad you could be persuaded to see reason." Luka's release came as he finally broke the woman underneath him. She would do whatever he wanted now, and the power from that thought was enough for his load to erupt down her throat. The world narrowed down to his pleasure only until his orgasm eased. Not bothering to warn her, he pulled out and away from her. He was a man that learned from his mistakes, so he wouldn't be leaving this one alone. He grudgingly admitted to himself that this woman was the only person to give him a run for his money in a very long time. He could respect that. After she gave him the information he desired, he would give her a choice he had yet to offer any other person: join him or walk away. He had a feeling he would know what she would choose, but for some strange reason he wanted her to be the one to make the decision. Pulling all his magical influence out of her, he grabbed her arms and pulled her up. Wrapping his arms around her loosely, he supported her weight as he waited for her panic to subside. He wondered if this was as close to an equal relationship as he was about to get. It all depended on her.
Chloe took a few deep calming breaths, and then took a few more. She appreciated the sudden sweetness he seemed to be showing her. But only for one purpose. As she felt the fog in her mind lifting, she felt the strength flow through her muscles. Her throat was raw, but she cleared it a few times and it felt a little more usable. Leaning away from his embrace, she looked up into his face. Smiling, she leaned forward and placed a light kiss upon his cheek. As she did, her arm slowly raised up, so that when they parted her hand cracked across his face with all the force of a woman scorned. The smile on her face turned sharp as she watched his expression go from serene to disbelieving. "I will help you find Marinette. BUT, it will be on my own terms, and you WILL NEVER do that to me again." Her aura suddenly flared around her, pushing his magical presence down. She caressed the red mark along his cheek, turning his head back to her.
"Mia regina, I accept your terms. I want you to join me as my partner, my equal. Tell me what you know, and I will tell you my plans." If Luka understood or responded to anything, it was power. This woman had power and, even better, she knew how to use that power. It was such a refreshing change of pace for him. Surrounded by idiots and minions that had to have their hands held to carry out his wishes; this woman promised to challenge his every move. He didn't place her in the same realm as his bella, but he knew she was going to play a key role in his life.
"First you will replace my clothes you destroyed. Once you do that, then we'll talk." Chloe smirked down at him.