WARNING: This chapter is mostly smut but I am not a fan of the overly descriptive style smut can be written in but I'm not entirely sure what the below style is. I just knew I didn't want one person to dominate the encounter so tried to write that.

All In Part 2

Half an hour later ...

Penthouse Suite, Littlefinger's Casino, King's Landing, Crownlands, Westeros

The doors of the elevator slid open and Kenna stepped into one of the most opulent rooms she had ever seen. There were marble statues placed all over the open room, mirrors and paintings adorned the walls. There was a glistening diamond chandelier above her head and two staircases that met to led to another level. Gold was everywhere; on the stairs bannister, the paintings' frames and there was even a grand piano in the corner of the room with gold patterns covering the glossy wood. She made her way further into the room towards the fireplace that was surrounded by recliners and plush looking couches. This was where she found her host.

Tywin Lannister was sitting on one of the couches with a book in his hand. As soon as he heard the clicking of Kenna's heels, he placed it on the glass table in front of him.

He rose from his position and walked towards Kenna, "Testing my patience I see."

Kenna resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Typical man wanting to salvage his pride with the very woman who had wounded it. But Kenna shot him a smug smile, she had already taken his money and she wanted to see what else she could get her hands on.

"I came to return your jacket," she replied shrugging off the mentioned piece of clothing and folding it neatly in her hands, noticing how he was still wearing the same shirt and trousers from earlier.

Tywin closed the gap between them, "Is that all you came to do?"

"I'm undecided," Kenna said, flinging the jacket over the back of the couch before fiddling with Tywin's bowtie, "but it would be bad form if I didn't enjoy the spoils of my victory to the fullest extent."

Kenna almost laughed at the slight twitch of Tywin's facial muscles at her comparison of him being something to win and enjoy.

So used to treating other people like objects, not nice when it's you, is it?

"Drink?" he managed to grind out as his ego took the hit.

Kenna nodded but wondered if she was going to get any retribution for her cocky attitude. Lord Lannister wasn't a man known to suffer slights.

Tywin walked to the drinks trolley beside the piano and poured out two glasses of whiskey, "I had the dealer for this evening's game interviewed."

Kenna's eyes burrowed into Tywin's back before they flicked to the closed elevator doors, "I didn't cheat."

"I know," Tywin replied as he looked out the completely glass wall that gave way to a view of the city below. "The dealer was most insistent that it had been a clean game and I am inclined to believe him. Not many men can lie to Gregor Clegane."

"You didn't hurt the dealer, did you?" Kenna questioned, demonstrating that she had received some of her father's traits after all.

Tywin turned away from the window and held out one of the drinks, "No bones broken and no bruises to see."

Kenna stormed across the marble floor and squared up to Tywin. Despite wearing heels and being quite tall herself the top of her head only came to his eyes but her fierce glare was making her point.

"You can't treat people like that!"

"You mean like objects to be won and used?" he returned, slightly shaking the drink in his hand so the single ice cube clinked against the glass.

Kenna grabbed it out of his hand, "You invited me to your room and I had a choice whether to come. The dealer I imagine was just taken into a dark room and interrogated. Probably pissed his pants."

A darkness fell over Tywin's face, "I don't like to lose. I like being cheated even less."

Kenna backed away from him and perched on the edge of the piano stool, shielding her face from him.

Should never have gotten on the damned elevator, she blasphemed to herself as she took a large gulp of whiskey to help calm her racing mind before a single line of inquiry captured her attention and she just had to know the answer. She never did know when to leave things well alone

"What would you have done if I had cheated?"

What a bold question. Tywin took a sip of his drink and placed it back down on the trolley and walked to hover just behind Kenna. She flinched when his voice emanated from directly behind her.

"There have been a few that have tried in the past and it didn't end well for them."

The sinister tone of his response encouraged Kenna to try to take another gulp of her drink but Tywin took it out of her hand and placed it on top of the piano.

"Can you play?"

"Yes, I can-"

"Play then."

Kenna wanted to snap at the demand but something was telling her just to do as he asked. Her fingers glided over the keys until she decided on what song to play.

She pressed the keys down and the sound of the piano filled the air, after a few seconds she felt a hot breath by her neck.

"The Rains of Castamere," Tywin's deep voice vibrated beside her ear in a tone Kenna thought passed as approval from the domineering man.

"A favourite of yours, I'm told," Kenna replied, effortlessly playing the piece to perfection as she had hundreds of times before.

"Beautiful," Tywin purred, and Kenna didn't know if he was complimenting the music or her but she continued regardless, even when she felt his legs surround her own and his chest at her back.

"Keep playing," Tywin nuzzled at her neck settling on the piano stool, resting one hand on her upper thigh as his other pulled her midriff taut against his own.

"You asked what I would've done if you had cheated," Tywin said, watching her fingers work over her shoulder. "I would have had Clegane break every bone in that dealer's body and had him dumped in the trash."

Kenna's spine shivered at the thought and Tywin's hand on her thigh tightened, causing her dress to ride up slightly.

"As for you," Tywin murmured as he planted a firm kiss on the side of her neck, "You would have vanished without a trace. I would have ensured your winnings were distributed among the Vale's poor as per your final wish."

Kenna's concentration on the rhythm of the music was waning as Tywin peppered her neck with more sensual kisses but the notes continued to flow, albeit just at a slower pace, "Not very subtle."

"Subtlety would ruin the warning to others," Tywin said, adding his tongue to the ministrations at her neck.

Kenna's shoulders tensed as the final note of the song echoed around the room and seemed to linger in the air, "You think you are above the law."

"I am above the law," Tywin hissed as his hand pulled at the hem of her dress before slipping below her lacey pants to cup her intimately while the other brushed her side to gently rest at her chin, turning her face to his.

Before Kenna could rebuke Tywin's grand statement, he kissed her. It was demanding and brutal. The whiskey taste was still strong on their lips. She tried to match his forcefulness, as was her nature, but he quickly took control pressing two fingers between her folds causing her to gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Kenna released some tension as her hands dug into the thighs that caged her between him and the piano. Tywin broke the rough kiss and let his hand trail from her chin to one of her covered breasts while his fingers methodically rubbed her below.

"If you don't want to continue, now is the time to make that clear," he drawled before adding in a raspy voice, "If you ask, I'll let you go."

Kenna considered leaving, she really did; Tywin was clearly a dangerous person with the means to make people vanish and the inclination to do so but the reasonable part of her brain had long been overridden by the little bolts of pleasure she was receiving from his fingers thrusting into her clit and the general thrill of the situation she was in.

She chased danger; she didn't run from it.

Tywin felt a twinge of disappointment when the lady in his lap disengaged and stood, he knew how wet she was from his fingers alone, but the feeling was soon replaced with genuine surprise when Kenna turned around. Her hand shot out and grabbed him firmly by the throat. Kenna took advantage of his momentary stunned mind and circled his midriff with her legs, then assaulted his mouth in the same way he had done to her moments earlier.

Tywin quickly got over his initial shock and roared as he lifted her and placed her on the surface of the piano, returning her passionate kisses with his own. His hands pulled her dress up so it bunched around her hips.

He greedily demanded the touch of her skin as his hands roamed between her thighs, dragging her pants down so they slipped to the floor over her dangling legs. His fingers didn't wait for permission to thrust deep into her. Kenna bucked in time with his thrusts and was rewarded with a low moan from Tywin which she felt through her fingers still curled around his throat but it wasn't enough. She wasn't a woman that did things in half measures.

Kenna pushed him lightly away from herself and when he didn't get the hint, she bit down on his neck but not hard enough to leave a mark, well not a long-lasting one anyway. Tywin growled but complied never the less, releasing Kenna long enough for her to bring her dress over her head and throw her bra to the ground to join her pants.

Tywin took the moment to look her up and down. Her tanned skin was glowing in the dimmed light of the room, her lean physique was sending hot pulses to his groin, and her scent was so inviting, but the thing that was drawing Tywin in the most was her unabashed confidence in herself that was complimenting the burning desire in her light blue eyes.

He was an intimidating man and most people withered before him and submitted out of sheer fear, and that was without the knowledge of what he was truly capable of doing to those that crossed him. But the woman frantically unburdening him of his shirt and belt wasn't most people.

Tywin's mouth licked and tickled Kenna's nipple just as his trousers hit the floor. He redoubled his efforts, enjoying the panting whimpers coming from Kenna despite her attempts to muffle them.

Kenna grabbed his hardened cock through his pants, stipulating she wanted more.

"I won't be gentle," he murmured in warning, reluctantly leaving her chest to bringing his mouth to her neck to nip his way up to her jawline, the time for games was soon coming to an end. His cock was demanding satisfaction and he couldn't wait much longer.

"I don't want gentle," she ground out as she pushed his pants completely down so there were no more barriers between them.

Tywin let out a glutenous groan as her hands started to pump along his long length. The feeling of her fingers was utterly delectable but he knew there was more to get from this encounter.

After a few more strokes Tywin grabbed her hands and pushed them away so he could guide the head of his cock into her core. Kenna moved her legs to give him more space to manoeuvre and make his entrance as seamless as possible. She had been with many men before, perhaps not men of such stature as Tywin but she knew what she wanted in this moment and she knew he could give it to her.

His cock pushed into her wetness, stretching her walls as it sank in inch by inch.

Tywin leaned over Kenna, forcing her to lay flat against the surface of the piano as one hand splayed near her shoulder to hold his weight over her and the other clutched at her hip to keep her in place.

He started to smoothly slide in and out of her at a steady tempo, testing her reactions and boundaries. Kenna's hands gripped his supporting arm and pulled his chin towards her to drag him into a heated kiss that was full of need.

Tywin reciprocated that need and started to move with rapid precision that had Kenna curling her toes and moaning into his mouth. He started to grunt with the amount of effort he was putting into each thrust but the way her walls were tightening around his cock was pleasure-inducing. She was nearly there and so incredibly tight.

Kenna bucked against Tywin, trying to increase the friction and chase that feeling of complete bliss she so desperately wanted.

"Yes," she purred into Tywin's mouth as he increased his pace and repeatedly filled her. She only lasted another minute as her orgasm took a hold of her and caused her to let out a strangled cry of pleasure.

Tywin couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face as she came undone beneath him but if she thought this was over, she was mistaken.

Tywin rode through her waves of pleasure and let them ripple around his body as he concentrated on plundering her sweet depths. Her orgasm had allowed him to push even further in and he lost himself totally in the sensation of warmth that surrounded him. It had been so long since he had fucked a partner worthy of his attentions and he didn't want it to end anytime soon.

He dragged out his own pleasure for as long as he could but when Kenna had recovered from her orgasm and started to rock into his thrusts with renewed energy, he couldn't contain the raging feelings of lust underneath his hot skin. He let his predatory side take over in its fullest sense and blindly ravished the woman caught underneath him with such ferocity that the whiskey glass he had placed on the piano earlier shattered to pieces on the floor beside them, causing the amber liquid to spill across the white marble floor.

His thrusting grew uneven as his orgasm loomed over him and he gave in with an elongated moan that was so restrained Kenna would have missed it if it hadn't reverberated down his chest.

Kenna felt his release into her core and welcomed the bliss that followed from her second orgasm. A minute later heavy breathing still filled the air and neither had attempted to move but as Tywin's cock slipped out of her, she had to know what the next move was.

Was she taking the elevator back down to the lobby or was she staying the night?

Tywin must have caught onto her thinking because he appraised her from above and locked his golden flecked green eyes on her light blue ones.

"Bed?"

Kenna gave a tired but not exhausted smirk, "Bed."

Tywin pulled her off the piano and guided her up the stairs to his bedroom leaving the floor covered in shattered glass, spilt whiskey and discarded clothes.

Author Notes:

Did my attempt at Tywin/OC smut go well or was it a burning wreck? I don't really write sexualised situations so I can't tell?

Based on their characterisations I don't think they would be very vocal during sex, nor do I think one would let the other control the encounter and I do think both wouldn't be gentle lovers.

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Ksyushangel – Haha thanks, glad the stories have your attention! You are right, 'The Family' will have a darker tone to it that 'All in' but shit still happens as its Tywin and Kenna focuses and they don't lead boring lives no matter what universe I put them into.

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