A/N: Thank you to all my lovely readers. I really hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Lyrics from Marina and the Diamonds.
Rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek
But never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat
~o0o~
Narcissa took ten deep breaths. With each one, she counted slowly up to ten and then with a sharp and agitated flick of her wand, she magicked the ottoman directly behind her so she could sit and stare at Lacey and her lover until someone woke up. She didn't care if she had to stay all night.
She barely had to wait until she moved to sit when Lacey's eyes flicked open, her body startled from the scraping of the furniture moving rapidly across the library floor.
"Oh, hey Narcissa," she smiled sleepily at the woman across from her, who looked like she had just been slapped in the face at her casual response. Lacey didn't move an inch from Remus, who was slowly waking up. She didn't feel she needed to, not even with Narcissa giving her a look of death. She felt no guilt and didn't see the need to jolt across the couch to prove anything to the blonde in front of her.
"Cissa…" Remus murmered, his voice thick from the deep sleep he had just been in and nervously pushed Lacey off of him, a sheepish expression on his face. Lacey glared at him and then moved to pick up the dirty dish and glasses, eager to escape the awkwardness that made the air in the library barely breathable. Narcissa stared at her manicure while Lacey fumbled with the dishes and quickly excused herself, nearly running across the hallway to the kitchen. She dumped the dishes in the sink and went about cleaning them without magic. She found that the cold water was helping her wake up, and she would rather be miserably sleepless for the rest of the night than in the grumpy state between deep sleep and awareness.
She has just finished drying both glasses when a womanly cough made her turn and lean back against the kitchen sink. Narcissa was standing by the kitchen doorway, alone, and her eyes were glinting with all the venom of her past as a snake, "Can we speak?"
"'Course we can," Lacey shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but she had to admit the woman was a bit scary at times. She really didn't know how she and Ginny got along so well, "Something wrong?"
"Yes. The fact that you were lying across my lover's chest sleeping…"
"Oh fucking hell," Lacey groaned, rolling her eyes, "Look, Mrs. Malfoy, I came over to see if you were here so we could talk about that whole thing I am supposed to be doing with you? Remember? How I am supposed to be helping you get a divorce and yet I haven't seen you or him in days. Hermione was here and Remus was basically starving to death so I brought him some food, he gave me some advice, and we must have fallen asleep. I assure you that I was not cuddling with him on purpose. I have known him a lot longer than you have and he is just a friend, okay? Do you think I would be doing this asinine mission to seduce your husband if I wanted Remus? Merlin help me!" Lacey ranted, pacing back and forth, arms crossed tightly against her chest as she eyed the stately blonde looking completely out of place.
"Hermione was here? Again?" Narcissa ventured.
"That is all you took from that? Really?" Lacey stopped her pacing and stared the woman down. She could be imposing when she wanted to, what with her height and her ice blue eyes. While they were usually much more welcoming than Lucius', she could turn them just as cold as his seemed to perpetually be.
"I don't like that she comes here."
"Well that is something you should be talking about with Sirius, or Remus, alright? And in Remus' defense, he hid from her the entire night. They never even saw one another," Lacey explained and with the new information, Narcissa looked visibly less tense. She moved towards the large kitchen table and took a seat.
"I am sorry for being so harsh with you Lacey. I don't know what has come over me," Narcissa sighed, touching her temples lightly with the pads of her index fingers and then loosening her chignon to let her hair cascade down her back. Lacey thought the woman looked prettiest like this, when she wasn't so prim and uptight looking, "If for one moment I haven't seemed grateful that you are doing this for Remus and I, then I am sorry. I just have a lot on my mind."
"Clearly," Lacey sighed, pulling out a chair and taking a seat opposite her, "I really don't know if my date with your husband went well or not…" she mumbled, a little embarrassed of calling him Lucius in her presence and she didn't know why. Maybe it was the wedding ring shining up at her in the moonlit kitchen.
"It went well," Narcissa nodded.
"How do you….?"
There was a pregnant silence between the two women and Narcissa tapped out an erratic song on the wood with her sharp nails.
"Can you answer me, please?" Lacey asked, agitatedly.
"Because we had sex Lacey," Narcissa snapped her head up to look the younger woman in the eye, hissing the secret between her teeth, "Whatever you did to the man had him so worked up that we…we had sex…I didn't want to but…" Narcissa was only partly lying. She loved Remus but she couldn't help but admit something in her husband's eyes made her harken back to the times when he did lust after her. Part of her still wished he wanted her.
Lacey placed both of her hands on the table and raised herself up, biting her lip. Her stomach was doing backflips more advanced than the moves she practically coined on the Harpies, and she didn't know why. Was she actually jealous that the woman in front of her had sex with her husband? When she thought about it, it seemed silly.
But, her emotions were still boiling to the point of combustion inside of her, "How fucking selfish are you? Do you want him or do you want Remus? This is just some kind of game to you isn't it?" Lacey raised her voice until it had almost a hysterical edge to it.
"No, no, this is not a game. I swear it to you. I couldn't tell him no!" Narcissa stood up to once again be eye level with Lacey. Her eyes were flashing. "I tried telling him no once and…"
"So you've been fucking him this whole time?" Lacey asked, in disbelief. She tried to casually move her hand towards her hip where she had wedged her wand in between her skin and jeans before leaving the library.
"Yes, I have, what was I supposed to do Lacey?" she looked suddenly helpless and disheveled as she threw her pale arms up in the air.
"Um…use your words?" Lacey spat caustically, "You dragged me…a complete stranger…into this mess because you wanted to divorce him. Um…last time I checked, you don't fuck someone you want to divorce! Remus is a good man, and he doesn't deserve this...you haven't changed from the snake you used to be have you?"
"Relashio!"
"Levicorpus!" Lacey fired back just as quickly, drawing her wand simultaneously and the anger inside of her made her spell much more powerful than it normally would have been. She allowed herself a smirk when the usually flawless form of Narcissa Malfoy was dangling upside down from her ankles in midair, trying to hold down her skirt.
"I'm still going to break your husband's heart, but you better not break Remus,'" Lacey threatened before leaving the kitchen. She felt the tingling of magic as she passed through the kitchen door and realized Narcissa must have cast a silencing spell. Lacey was grateful for this, as the conversation probably would have sent Remus over the edge. She walked back to the library and poked her head in, seeing Remus reading once again, "Your girlfriend needs a little help in the kitchen. Goodnight Remus."
~o0o~
Lacey was thankful for Wednesday, as it was the day she didn't have to go into the Ministry. Although she was curious if any little magicked airplanes were sitting on her abandoned desk from Lucius, she didn't give it more than a few second's thought as she pulled on her other work uniform and walked down the side staircase of her apartment to the already bustling Alley. She was happy to be able to work all day at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and gave her bosses a genuine smile when she came through the back door.
"In a good mood today are we? One never knows with you…" George teased as Lacey made her way to the counter, pulling her long hair up into a messy ponytail and blowing some shorter strands out of her face.
"I am so not the bitch you make me out to be George. So what, I asked off a half-hour a few days ago, all of you need to get over it," she simply said before turning to a girl with an armful of Wonderwitch products and quickly ringing her up.
"But we are so curious," George continued, "You are like our second little sister…"
"I know," Lacey replied, "and trust me when I say I am not involved in any illegal activity…but this is just something you wouldn't want to know as an older brother," she finished and gave a smile to the customer before giving her full attention to one half of the infuriating pair.
"And now I am even more curious…"Fred joined the conversation as he leaned against the front of the counter, effectively trapping Lacey in between them, "Come on Lace, tell us where you went. You've been so off…is little Ronniekins straining you at the Ministry?"
"Ha, no."
"Well was it a date?" Fred asked, his voice a bit lower and his twin caught the worried look in his eye.
"It may have been but it is none of your…"
"What the hell is Lucius Malfoy doing outside of my shop!" George interjected and Lacey and Fred's heads whipped around to see the blonde-haired man lingering suspiciously outside of the shop, maybe just a few meters from the entrance. Lacey could feel her face flushing and she wriggled out from the confinement of the twins and moved out towards the shop floor, trying to straighten anything and everything she could as George and Fred decided their plan of attack.
"I'll just march outside and say that there are no former Deatheaters allowed outside our shop!"
"And I'll tell him to take that can and shove it up his arse!"
Lacey kept her ears trained on their conversation, but watched Lucius through the window. He seemed flustered and agitated as he lingered and paced outside of the shop and she finally couldn't take it anymore, "Oh for the love of Circe, if you two are going to be such cowards, I'll go talk to him!" she groaned. She knew Fred and George were no such thing, but something in their eyes keyed her into the fact that they must still be slightly wary of the man. It gave her the perfect excuse to finally talk to him in the flesh and she was out in the sunshine in a second, standing before the gorgeous and imposing man.
"Why the bloody hell are you here?" Lacey asked, locking eyes with him. She was glad she only had to tilt her chin ever so slightly to meet his eyes, for she was sure that if she were shorter, she would feel even less confident in his presence.
"Miss Delaney can you please refrain from spitting venom for two seconds?" Lucius asked in an utterly bored voice.
"Sorry, I should have given you the chance to do it first…seeing as I am sure you are an expert at it. Probably comes second nature…" she ranted and he grabbed her harshly by the wrist, leading her out of sight from the large windows of the shop to one of the darkened spaces on a few paces wide in between the establishments lining the Alley. Lacey crossed her arms and willed her heart not to beat so fast.
"That is a hideous jumper…" he drawled.
"Why are you here? And why are we standing in a dark shadowy corner? Because that's not weird or anything…"
"I am trying to avoid prying eyes on our conversation…like those belonging to whichever Weasley twin is smitten with you. Forgive me if I can't tell one idiotic fool from another," Lucius raised an eyebrow.
"What in Merlin's name are you talking about?" Lacey asked, finally lowering her voice as passersby were giving them odd looks. She pulled a bit at the lumpy orange jumper. All of the employee jumpers were knitted by hand by Mrs. Weasley, and they were comfy but none too flattering.
"Remind me to add this to the seemingly endless list of reasons why you are a girl, Lacey," he smirked down at her, and she shivered at her given name leaving his lips again and hoped he didn't notice, "One of those gangly red-heads was practically panting for your attention."
Lacey was still confused but Lucius was glad he had seen the way the boy looked at his new little obsession. At least he would know what to watch out for, "And as for why I am here…I had to find some way to see you since you seemed adamant about not going out to lunch. And I must be a desperate man if I willingly came to stand outside this ridiculous joke shop."
He said it in a way as if to imply he wasn't desperate at all, merely goading her. But Lucius knew he was borderline desperate and it inwardly bruised his ego.
"Yes you must be. Well if that is all…" Lacey sighed, trying to hide the way her voice caught out of nerves. Once again, Lucius' hand was on her wrist to keep her from moving away. He didn't hold here there painfully, but his grip was strong enough to keep her.
"Not all. Dinner tonight? I won't take no for an answer," he asked and meant it. There was no way he was going to let this hellion of a witch turn him down when he had left work to stand in front of something own by two Weasley's.
"No." Lacey formed the word slowly and loudly, giving him a flirtatious smirk. She could see his jaw set and his grip on the snake head of his walking stick tighten, "Oh, what's the matter Mr. Malfoy, not used to hearing that word?" she nearly laughed at his expression.
"Don't. Fuck. Around. With. Me. Little. Girl," his eyes were a cold, dark blue as he stared at her and the grip on her wrist tightened uncomfortably. Half of her was scared and the other half was ashamed to be turned on by the look in his eye and the deep, angry staccato of his words.
"Call me a girl one more time and I won't go to dinner with you," she narrowed her eyes back at him, challenging him, trying to fake that he didn't have the upper hand, when clearly the tingling between her thighs told a different story. He released her wrist immediately and straightened his posture even further.
"I will be at your poor excuse for a living situation at 7," he nodded curtly at her and with a swish of his immaculate robes, was gone from her as Lacey stared at the brick wall that he had just been leaning against, listening to the fading click of his walking stick against the ground.
~o0o~
Lacey was a mess the rest of the day. Lucius had put her nerves on edge ever since she walked back into the shop and had to face wide-eyed Fred and George and lie to them that she had dragged him to the side of the shop and threatened to hex his dangly bits off if he so much as came within 20 meters of the place ever again. They seemed pacified, but their lack of further inquisition did not sooth her anxiety.
On her break she managed to send a note to Sirius and Ginny letting them know her plans for the night, so at least someone would know she was still following through with her end of the bargain. She really had no intention of talking to Narcissa for a while but she figured someone should tell her that she had the night free to do with Remus whatever she wished. If they were even still on speaking terms.
At the end of her shift she walked to her apartment like an Inferius and pulled all of her new clothes out of her closet and tossed them onto the bed, pacing back and forth in front of the pile as she chewed her nails unbecomingly. It had all been easy and fine for her to ignore and maintain the upper hand on Lucius when she wasn't face to face with him. She had steeled her resolve to break his heart and talked herself into hating him. Yet when she was looking into his eyes, her body had the complete opposite reaction of her mind.
Her mind wanted to scream at him, and her body wanted to submit to him. She had never been more scared of one single person. When she glanced at the clock, she realized in a panic that she had wasted away most of her time worrying and that said person would be at her doorstep soon. She quickly got dressed, managed to make her hair a little bit less messy, and made do with very simple makeup. It was mere minutes later that there was a knock on her door.
With a shaking hand, Lacey reached for the knob and found Lucius looking aggravatingly more handsome than she had ever seen him look in the short time of being in his presence. He was without robes and wearing a perfectly tailored grey suit that only enhanced his eye color more. The suit jacket was unbuttoned and the first two buttons of his white collared shirt were undone as well, which Lacey hardly though was a fair play. His hair was loose, shiny, and perfectly platinum as usual. His smirk that leaned to the left side of his face only added to the look.
"You look breathtaking," he complimented her, and it was the first time all day she had heard a genuine sincerity in his voice. His eyes were unapologetic as they raked over her curvy form in the emerald green dress she was wearing.
"Thank you, you look nice," she managed without blushing furiously and he raised one eyebrow at her as she slipped out of the apartment, eager for him not to see any more than he needed to, although she saw him fight for a glance at the inside before she closed the door.
"That is the best you can give me? Nice?" he asked, amused as he held her elbow and helped her down the steps leading from her apartment.
"Dashing then," she conceded and although he tried to hide it, a smile played on his lips when they hit the last step.
"We will have to work on your vocabulary," he told her, walking with her to one of the designated apparition points at the end of Diagon.
"My vocabulary is just fine you pompous arse," Lacey grumbled under her breath, but he still heard and smirked at her indignation. In reality, he planned on adding only a few choice words to her vocabulary tonight; mainly a breathier version of his name followed by expletives he knew she was well familiar with.
After a hasty and uncomfortable side-along apparition, Lacey opened her eyes to see that they were standing in front of one of Wizarding London's finest restaurants. A place even she on the night of a winning game with the Harpies could never get a table at. They walked right into Nox, the unsurprisingly most dimly lit restaurant Lacey had ever been in, which only made it more romantic, and the maître-de seemed thrilled to see Lucius. The well-dressed man asked Lucius if he wanted his usual private room, which made Lacey's eyes expand even wider and soon they were led to a small but beautifully furnished room lit with floating candles. The maître-de left them and Lucius pulled out Lacey's chair for her and she sat down, nervously smoothing out non-existing wrinkles in her dress as he took a seat opposite her.
"Nicer than the Leaky?" he asked.
"Much, if you like this sort of thing…"
"Oh, are you one of those girls that loathe the finer things in life in favor of starving to make sure their morals and souls stay intact?" he asked before a waiter joined them and Lucius ordered a ludicrously expensive bottle of elf-made wine.
"Hardly, but I've just never been in a place as nice as this is all…" Lacey admitted, still surreptitiously looking around the room as the wine came and two glasses were poured.
"Well, you should start getting used to it," Lucius suggested coolly, and although Lacey's eyebrows raised in surprise a bit, she didn't say anything more about it, "She'll have the leg of lamb and I will have the filet, rare," he continued when the waiter was poised for their order. As soon as the man was gone from the room, Lacey started in on him.
"Ordering my food for me? Really? Did you come out of your mother's womb a chauvinist, or is this a more recent development?" Lacey asked with a demure pout on her face before taking a sip of the unfortunately delicious wine. She had to resist the urge to take a following gulp of it.
"Just trying to be a gentleman, Lacey," he looked across the table at her and she suddenly felt very small, like a child being scolded. There was a long silence between them, each of them taking alternate sips of wine. Lucius spent the pause studying the curve of the apples of her cheeks, her full lips, and her collarbone. Lacey spent the same time mentally yelling at herself for being such a bitch.
Lacey was about to open her mouth and apologize when two plates of delicious looking food were set down in front of them and it was all so perfect that she tried to harden herself again and avoid his eye contact, "Wined and dined by Lucius Malfoy…" she sighed.
"You make it sound like a stint in Azkaban," he sniffed, carving into his steak.
"No, it's just I wonder how many before me have sat in this exact same chair."
"Why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Goad me about my past mistresses you exasperating little witch. Yes, there have been many sitting in your same seat, but none of them have complained about it," he snapped at her.
"Is this a game to you?" Lacey continued. She knew she was in hot water with him if his grip on his silverware was anything to go by, but the more she was able to push him away, the easier it would be to not fall for him.
"A game?" he asked, his voice deadly smooth and his expression blank.
"Yes, a game, Lucius. To see how many willing witches will go to bed with you? To prove to yourself and your wife that you are still a powerful and charming wizard, even though they all only tolerate you because of how much of your money you give away to repent for your sins?" Lacey's voice shook, and as with most things she said to the man, she instantly regretted it. She knew, in the back of her mind, that she was placing anger she had for Narcissa on him, but it was too late.
"It is amusing how much you think you know about me Lacey," he answered after a minute, during which time she watched his face turn from pale to red and back again.
"I clearly know some of the truth, otherwise you wouldn't be so angry."
"I am angry because you ask far too many questions, especially since this is a date…"
"On dates, usually people get to know each other, that is what I am trying to do," she claimed.
"You don't get to know someone by forcing your unintelligent theories onto their character," Lucius sneered at her, although the accuracy of her statement was so close to the truth that it had chilled his bones.
"How many of them have you actually loved?" Lacey continued. She didn't know why. She was pinching her bare thigh to keep herself from talking but the words just kept flowing out of her mouth. She had always been too curious for her own good and now it was getting her into a mess she wasn't sure she could get out of.
"Pardon?" Lucius looked at her darkly, setting his jaw.
"How many of the girls who have sat right where I am did you actually love?"
"Two."
"Oh," Lacey couldn't help but express her shock. It was two more than part of her thought and many less than the other half hoped for, for his sake.
"Now Lacey you will answer my question. Do you ask this because you are rude and purposefully trying to vex me, or do you ask because you are wondering if there is ever a possibility that I will feel that way about you?"
Lacey's cheeks, already a soft rose color from the wine, flushed a darker raspberry shade and Lucius had his answer.
"As sweet as the sentiment behind that nonsense is, do not push me," he threatened her and Lacey immediately knew she had lost the upper hand. She had let herself once again get carried away in his presence and revealed far too much of her body's reaction to him.
In the interlude, as Lacey tried to recover what was left of her dignity, Lucius passed on dessert and discreetly paid with more galleons than Lacey paid for rent. He helped her out of her seat and led her out of the restaurant. When Lacey felt the tug at her navel, she thought they would apparate back to her apartment, but when she opened her eyes, Malfoy Manor loomed before her.
"I thought we'd have a nightcap," Lucius said, answering her unasked question as he led her into the manor. A house elf appeared immediately, inquiring about what the master of the house would like.
"A glass of the reserve and a scotch in my room when you can," Lucius said and the little creature was gone again. With a firm hand in the crook of her right arm, he guided her up the breathtaking staircase to the second floor and turned right. They walked past many closed doors, some double and embossed with the Malfoy crest, until they reached a door at the end of the right wing. Lucius placed his palm against the door and it granted him entrance.
Lacey tried to not let her mouth hang open. She had never seen the essence of a person so perfectly put into a room. It was large-a huge master bedroom with an ensuite bath through a separate doorway and another for his clothes. The basis of the room was dark wood flooring, a small arrangement of green velvet covered chairs surrounding a fireplace next to a small wet bar. There was a large window with a windowseat absolutely covered in green and black tufted pillows and two long, black curtains covered the windows for now, only letting a sliver of moonlight slip through, as the rest of the room was lit with enchanted, ever-burning candles, giving it a soft glow.
The bed was the last thing that Lacey alighted her eyes upon, and it was magnificent. Compared to her shabby twin bed, she would give anything to roll around in the bed before her. It was a pitch black, wood four-poster, intricately carved. The bed could easily sleep three and was covered with the most luxurious looking blackened emerald silk sheets. It looked like heaven, even if it was in hell's den.
Her unwanted awe of the room was interrupted by the same house elf delivering their drinks. Soon a glass of rose-coloured wine was placed in Lacey's hand and Lucius raised his an inch in a silent toast before taking a drink. She sipped at it, once again besides herself that it was so delicious. When she turned, she saw Lucius sprawled casually out on his bed, sipping his scotch and watching the fire dance in the fireplace.
"I should maybe go…" Lacey said, starting to become more than a little flustered. Although she had gone into the night knowing this might happen, and had prepared for it, now that she found herself in the situation, she was nervous.
"Why would you leave Lacey? We've had a nice evening."
At this Lacey snorted, completely un-ladylike, "Look, we both know that I completely fucked up that dinner, and I'm sorry."
The blue eyes she loved to hate were on her again, "Well, we have the rest of the evening to recover."
"Uh…" she said unintelligibly, heat pooling in her stomach from his damned eyes, "Could I use your restroom?"
"Of course my dear, right through the left door," he gestured to it, looking completely unfazed as he leaned even further back on the bed. She took one last look at him, trying to memorize how good he looked in his perfectly cut suit just lying there like the aristocratic millionaire jerk that he was. She scampered into the bathroom and quickly locked the door behind her.
"Balls," she cursed, looking around at the black marble bathroom. It emitted the prettiest glow from the candles surrounding the claw-foot tub. She looked at herself in the mirror above the sink, taking in the sight of a confident-looking girl that was absolutely falling apart on the inside. She briefly considered apparating home, but knew he probably had powerful wards up otherwise they wouldn't have apparated to the front of his grounds. She then considered taking the puking pastille she kept in her purse for emergencies. But no, that would be disgusting. Lacey panicked, fanning herself unsuccessfully with her hands to bring herself down from and imminent panic-attack and after a few moments, she was able to talk herself back into fulfilling her original plan. She downed the glass of wine she had set on the bathroom sink and then slowly took her dress off. Underneath was the black corset she had bought with Ginny, laced perfectly in the back and finished with a pair of lacey panties. She kept her heels on and swallowed hard as she mustered the confidence to walk out of the bathroom.
Lacey…be a heartbreaker. Don't let him think he has the upper hand. He's had it all night. He means nothing to you.
She reached for the handle and pulled the bathroom door open, walking as sexily as she could manage towards Lucius, who was still arranged seductively on the bed , although she stumbled a few times in her too-high heels.
"Well, well, well, what is this?" he sat up, set his scotch glass down and smirked at the girl approaching him. Lacey fumbled for words and soon her mind went completely blank as Lucius edged off the bed, standing before her. He put one hand on her waist, right where her corset nipped her in, and took a step forward. When she didn't take a step back, he made the first move and kissed her hard, nearly crushing his lips against hers but she didn't make him force entrance. Once his tongue was entwined with hers, his rhythm slowed to a sexy, practiced dance that made her breath catch in her throat. She didn't even realize they were walking backwards until her back hit the wall.
"It is so endearing that you thought you would be in control tonight," he whispered in her ear, giving her a reprieve from his addicting kisses, "Are you normally in control in the bedroom Lacey?"
She hardly wanted to answer him as she was furious that her entire, seemingly full-proof plan had gone to shite in a few seconds, but he pressed his hand insistently against her waist.
"Yes," she breathed out and at her reply he pressed his body closer to hers. She could feel the stirrings of his erection against her lower stomach. Suddenly, his hand was in her thick, brown hair and he pulled it hard, making her arch her back so he could kiss up the curve of her neck. When he released his grip on her hair, she slapped him across the face.
Although she tensed after she did it, and his right cheek was red from the hit, a smirk played on his face and reached his hand to cup her sex in her panties. With mortification, Lacey realized she was wet.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he teased her. Lacey hardly knew what to do, as it was taking all of her willpower not to grind into his warm palm. She had never had anyone be rough with her in that way. She always took the lead…but this was different.
His hand snaked from her pussy, up along her corset and back into her hair, grabbing the strands and poised to yank again.
"No, I didn't Lucius, please," she glared at him, basically eye-level in her heels, but the whimper in her voice betrayed her.
"You want me," his smirk grew at the realization and the satisfaction of her arousal.
"Fuck you,"
"Oh you will," he tugged at her hair again and kissed her hard.
A/N: I was going to continue with the lemon but we will save that for next chapter, so please review if you want it badly and I will comply! Hope you enjoyed!
