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≪─ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ: ᴄʜ. 5 - ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ─≫

⋟ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sebastian LaCroix/f!reader the Ventrue neonate

⋟ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: y/n etc is not used, rating - M, POV second person, canon-typical violence, smut, dubcon, semi-public sex, PiV, creampie.

⋟ 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: From climbing the corporate ladder to being told you need to feast on human blood - this is your new life, Fledgling. The world has changed for you so drastically, you know you will need time to adjust and your new so called "boss" is not making it easy. He's sending you on tasks that feel like they were designed to get you killed. It makes you furious: at Sebastian, at your vampirism, at your lowly position in this brand new society you just stepped into. Still, LaCroix is just the type to get under your skin with ease, and he does it well. Too well. You are not too sure if you can resist his pull.

⋟ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7,001

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: bringing some heat to the story with this chapter lol! enjoy♡~

⋟ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: [link]

You did indeed keep yourself busy for the following two nights. You had other things to do, other people to talk to, other aspects of a vampire life to discover and now you came upon some fucked up situations like that freak Gimble. Just remembering his voice makes you shudder.

But, at your new apartment you feel comfortable. It has a spacious first floor with a kitchen which you know you will never use, a comfortable lounge area with big TV on a wall, a huge aquarium and a bathroom with a sizable bathtub. Second floor has your bedroom which is windowless as it should be for a vampire who has to sleep during the day. It also has another bathroom, big closet and just outside the bedroom there’s a work area with a big desk, a personal computer with LaCroix Foundation secure internet already wired up and a comfortable chair. There’s a music station with vinyl player and a radio.

To put it shortly - it has everything that you need and extra. It took you no time to settle because haven in Santa Monica always seemed like it was crawling with bed bugs and roaches. It most likely was but you avoided staying there as much as possible so you cannot be sure.

However, another interesting development happened when you moved your meager belongings to Skyline Apts. A girl you met at the hospital some time ago and fed your blood to save her somehow found you.

She introduced herself as Heather Poe and kept gushing how you are her savior. You met her after having a talk with half-dying Mercurio who said that vampires give him blood to improve his human body and asked you to get some medication for his pain, after all he was pretty badly banged up. You thought nothing of it at that moment, but then after you left the hospital through the front entrance you met another man who told you he’s a Ghoul. Only then you realized that if Heather finds you - it could mean some bad news for you. You are not sure if making her your Ghoul, no matter how innocent your reasons were when you did that, would not break Masquerade and land you in trouble with LaCroix. So you kept low profile and hoped that Heather would not remember you. But evidently she did and she showed up seeking for you. In the end - you decided to keep her. Her blood is clean and warm and she offers it freely for the taking. For a Ventrue with feeding restrictions you see that as an absolute win, but you did decide to keep Heather your little secret because you don’t want to get into another argument with Prince.

However, the time finally comes when you have to go to the scheduled so called ,party’ among kine.

“Heather, do you have my dress ready?” you call out from the bathroom where for past hour and a half you were showering, putting on makeup, doing your hair.

“I have it here!” Heather bursts into the bathroom enthused to help you with anything you need. When you look at her to take the dress she gasps maybe a little too much to be fully believable but you appreciate her effort.

“Thank you.” You smile at her and take the dress, slipping it on your body, then have Heather help you zip it up. “Hand me those earrings.” You point and again she eagerly jumps to the task.

“I could go with you if you want to! I would not be obvious I promise.” She’s like an excited puppy and you find yourself thinking of Poe as adorable.

“It’s okay, Heather. It’s a high-end pompous human affair. Nothing unpredictable will happen. Plus, I’ll be with LaCroix.”

“Right, the Prince of LA.” Heather nods but she’s not very familiar with vampire politics just yet and you are not going to give her a crash course. Not because you feel like you yourself know a lot already, you’re aware you don’t. However you would prefer for her to keep as much of her humanity as possible. Being fully aware of vampire games of power is not the way to retain that and it’s already bad enough she moved in with you, not being able to stay away.

You put on dark red lipstick carefully and put its tube in a small purse that LaCroix, or someone else, matched with the dress.

“Heels please.” You ask Heather and she nearly tumbles out of the bathroom to get your footwear for the evening. She returns in maybe 2 seconds and places them carefully in front of you, right end facing you.

“Let me help you with that.” She immediately kneels and you step into one heel, letting her manage two delicate clasps that connect straps around your ankle. Then she does the same with the other foot.

As she gets up from the floor and steps back to look at you, she seems genuinely enamored by what she sees.

“You’re stunning.” Heather whispers like she’s in awe and it does actually make you feel beautiful.

You are very used to these types of parties where this kind of clothing is required and expected but it’s your first such party since your Embrace and you feel quite nervous. You spin in spot to show her your entire look, front to back.

“You really think so?” you ask and Heather eagerly nods.

“Just beautiful. You’re going to knock everyone out of their shoes.” She replies with a smile and you walk to her, your heels making a soft click clack sound on the tiles. You reach out and touch her face, gently, almost motherly.

“You’re a gem, Heather.” You whisper and it’s like Heather melts at your touch and words.

“Happy to serve my Mistress.” She responds and you rub her cheek with your thumb just for a little while, then stop. It’s time to go, you see the time on the clock.

You walk out of the bathroom and down the stairs towards the exit, Heather tailing you.

“Is Prince going to pick you up himself?” she asks like she’s worried about your safety.

“No, he’ll send a car for me.” You check your keys and before you forget you locate your knife, then put it behind a garter underneath the dress where nobody sees. Doesn’t hurt to be safe, just in case. Other side of the dress has a slit in it that’s almost provoking.

“Do you know who’s driving it?” she asks sounding worried but you don’t stop, heading for the door, now putting your cellphone in your tiny purse.

“No, but I’m sure I’ll be okay.”

“But what if they want to kidnap you?” Heather is relentless so you stop and turn to her, she almost bumps into you then fix her glasses that nearly slipped off her face.

“Heather, please. I’ll be okay.” You try to explain and she looks for reassurance in your eyes, then finally relaxes her shoulders.

“Okay yes. I’ll be here when you return!” She smiles widely and you smile back at her softly.

“I know you will.” You gently pat her head and leave, closing the door behind you.

While you take the elevator you try to remember everything LaCroix put into his email about this event but it wasn’t much. Some sort of investors, party of 70 people, all of them humans except for you and LaCroix. Blush of Life required for the duration. You have last part down because you fed off Heather before you started to prepare. Can’t have blood on your brand new dress.

When elevator stops at the ground floor you step out and sigh. The hallway is dirty and trash is scattered on the floor but you try not to care. No matter if it’s on purpose or not you’re not going to start cleaning it just because it gets on your nerves, but it does stand out to you every time you see it. Maybe eventually you can get a tidier place for yourself. Right now, you know this well, you need to keep your profile low.

You stop just for a second, roll your shoulders then relax them, lift your chin up and step out of the building. Surprisingly the limousine is already waiting for you, so you walk towards it and open the back door. You don’t know why you got sent a limousine when it could’ve been just a simple taxi but you understand why soon enough when you climb in and see LaCroix comfortably seated at the back with a glass of blood in his hand.

“Good evening.” He says and smirks just a little. “You’re on time, I like punctuality.”

You don’t respond as you close the door behind you and sit down a little further away from him. He may have easily charmed you previous times, but now you’re anxious just enough not to think of anything inappropriate.

“You look just stunning in this dress.” LaCroix compliments and you look at him.

“Thank you. I’m glad the size fits.” You cross your legs and watch Prince snap his fingers twice. Once he does, the limousine starts moving.

“Now, have you fed? The evening is going to be at least several hours long and I don’t want you to frenzy just because Blush of Life seeped out your Vitae.” He says casually. It doesn’t sound like he’s doubting your preparation but it’s more about him being used to repeating instructions to duller accomplices.

“Don’t worry, I’ve fed.” You respond and finally take a good look at him.

Sebastian is wearing all black suit with a matching vest and blood red necktie creating a lovely and elegant contrast that was meant to match the dress you’re wearing. His suit jacket is unbuttoned and you see a golden clock chain pinned to his west’s button and tracing to the pocket on the same west, laying delicately over his lower torso. You also notice a small golden pin of Camarilla pinned to his necktie.

“You look great yourself.” You compliment casually, hoping it comes off as a polite thing you’re doing and not you trying to please him, but in reply Prince scoffs rolling his eyes.

“If not for the duties for Foundation, I would not waste my time and effort for such frivolous endeavors.”

You smile at him, seeing through his act.

“We’re both Ventrue, you don’t have to pretend to be above such events. You and me both know we thrive off mingling among the rich and the powerful.”

Sebastian rises a curious eyebrow at you. You wonder when was the last time he kept being called out on his bullshit by someone like you, lower in status.

“Next you’re going to tell me that we were born in the boardroom. I heard that line before and it was from Smiling Jack.” He says calmly and with a little bit of disgust at Jack’s name, but you can sense a type of probing in his question. Clever.

“I have not been hanging out with Smiling Jack or any other Anarchs.” You immediately clarify and Prince’s expression drops to a poker face, clearly not very happy you read between the lines of his question. “Though I do like Jack, he helped me out after the Theater incident and when the Sabbat attacked.” You admit.

“Yes, I hear Smiling Jack is a universally liked character in LA.” LaCroix looks at his glass and starts to lazily swirl the blood in it. “It’s a great power to have for someone who, in Camarilla terms, is an untamed potential.”

You watch him curiously, wondering what’s inside his head, what he’s thinking about. The limousine doesn’t show any signs of slowing yet so you decide to try and see what you can get out of him.

“As leader of Camarilla here I’m sure you have enough power and influence to get Jack on our side.” You reply with your words very carefully measured and Sebastian’s eyes flick to you. His jaw clenches while he thinks what to say, then relaxes.

“Perhaps I do. However, Jack is a man of personal freedom. I’m confident his supposed alliance with Anarchs is a simple alignment of values rather than an actual effort to death knell the Camarilla in LA. He goes where the winds of his selfishness blow. The only reason he doesn’t like Camarilla is because he’s a wild card and wants to remain as such.”

You think about his words in silence while Sebastian empties his glass and puts it down on a tray screwed in between the seats.

“I think we’re almost here.” He checks his wristwatch that you didn’t notice he was wearing and smooths out his sleeves. “Oh, I almost forgot, we have to wear these.”

With that Sebastian produces two name tag clips out of his pocket and hands one to you. Yours, just like his, is laminated, the edges of it are dark red, the rest is white. On upper end it has LaCroix Foundation in bold black letters, bellow it states your name and your new, albeit fake, status within said Foundation - CCO.

“Chief Communications Officer?” you look at LaCroix as you pin the badge to your dress and he smirks just a little bit while doing the same with his badge, though his status is proclaimed as Owner and CEO.

“I thought it would fit you since you run all kinds of errands for me among the kindred.” His eyes lift to you and you do find the humor in it, thus you smile back.

“I see.”

The limousine stops and LaCroix inhales deeply, holds it in for a second then slowly exhales.

“Blush of Life, darling. And don’t forget to smile.” He instructs without looking at you, then you witness the same transformation you saw in a Theater.

You cannot deny that he’s very handsome both in life and death, but you don’t linger on this thought and proceed to concentrate on activating the ability yourself. It doesn’t come to you as easily as it does for LaCroix but eventually you get it and the feeling is absolutely weird. It’s like warmth is spreading through your body after being so cold for a long time. You feel your heart beat for the first time in a while, you feel your skin tingle. When you look up at Prince he’s giving you a small smile with curious look.

“Ready?” he asks you as he moves towards the door and you affirm him that you are with a nod

When the door gets opened by the driver Sebastian steps out and while you scramble to get out too he reaches in and offers you his hand. You look up to him, feeling a little strange in this moment, but you give him your hand and with another smile he helps you to get out of the car gracefully.

When the driver closes the car door and walks around to move the limousine you look away from LaCroix at the massive skyscraper in front of you. It’s not a building you have been in before but you definitely know about it from people that attended parties here while you were alive.

With a sting of sadness you feel Sebastian let go of your hand and look at him to witness his hands slide into his pockets. He didn’t button up his suit jacket and it suits him better this way.

“Let’s go. I hope you remember your etiquette.” He says but doesn’t wait for an answer and heads for the door.

You join him, walking next to him, your purse in one hand, with the other you’re holding your dress’ skirt so that you don’t trip on the stairs. The automatic door opens and there’s guards eyeing you. They check your badges and scan the bar codes at the bottom of those, then let you in. In silence you and LaCroix walk to the elevator that has an attendant already waiting for you. When you are inside, the man presses a button for the right floor and tries to make small talk.

“Very nice evening for a party like that.” He says cheerfully and LaCroix gives him a side-eye but you find it amusing so you reply.

“Just wonderful. Hopefully it won’t rain tonight.” You smile softly, remembering to retract your fangs just in time.

“I hope so too, Miss.” The guy smiles at you and nods, then the bell rings as elevator stops. “Your floor Miss.” He says ignoring LaCroix and you find it even more amusing. What a little bit of kindness can do.

“Thank you, have a nice evening.” You say and walk out, LaCroix following you.

“Didn’t have to do that.” He whispers to you and you glance at him briefly.

“If you realized that power is not about putting down people you’d be more respected.” You also reply silently and notice Sebastian give you a dangerous glare but you just smile.

“Come here.” He changes the topic and you look at him, not knowing what he means, but you quickly realize he wants you to loop your arm around his elbow while he’s still having his hands in pockets.

Of course.

You match his walking speed and do as he wants while you two cross a big hallway towards a huge double door that’s open, the room inside is already quite full with people, soft music is playing and everyone’s sharing drinks. The sound of your heels on marble floor doesn’t even stand out.

“Follow my lead and don’t drift too far. I’m taking a big risk taking you here.” Sebastian whispers to you as you both keep approaching the room of light and laughter, his voice is tense.

“Not my first rodeo.” You assure him but find yourself hard to concentrate.

You can feel the warmth of his body as you walk with him almost hip to hip. You also try not to look at him because despite you trying not to think about it, you do find LaCroix extremely handsome. You were never a woman who chased men, especially for their looks and especially blondes since you always preferred dark haired men, but there’s something about him that makes you forget all your preferences when it comes to appearances of men.

The moment you step into the room you get startled and snapped out of your thoughts.

“LaCroix! You bastard, finally you showed up!” A male voice announces loudly and when your eyes find him in the crowd you see it’s a tall, early-middle aged man with green eyes, dark brown hair and very stylish facial hair.

He laughs as he approaches the two of you where you stopped and heartily slaps Sebastian’s shoulder. You feel him tense up, being displeased with such treatment but he’s not showing it. Instead he gives a delicate smile and pulls a hand out of his pocket to shake hands with the stranger. Your own arm is now free from his elbow so you grasp your purse, observing curiously.

“Alexander, good to see you in such high spirits. I presume things are going well?” Sebastian indulges in socializing as the handshake lasts a long but appropriate time for two businessmen who know each other well.

“Very! And who’s this charming lady?” Alexander looks at you and you offer him a smile of your own.

“This is my treasured partner in crime.” Sebastian replies, not letting you speak. In the end there’s no need to tell Alexander your name, it’s on the badge.

“I would say a very sexy partner.” Alexander lifts his eyebrows eyeing you up and down and you chuckle politely.

“I appreciate it, but don’t mistake my appearance for inexperience.” You respond very politely and your eye catches a glimpse of LaCroix’s stern face. You don’t know if he didn’t like what you said or was it Alexander that overstepped an invisible line, but you can ask him later.

“Oh I surely won’t.” The man replies in quite a flirtatious tone and you blush a little.

“I appreciate that.” You add and seems Sebastian loses his patience.

He wraps an arm around Alexander’s shoulders and turns with him, leading him to the bar where drinks are being served. You catch snippets of business talk as you follow them, but you don’t try to follow their conversation, instead you look around.

There are women of all ages dressed in very expensive evening-wear and men in tailored suits but mainly the crowd is made up from people around your age. You find that interesting because you didn’t know that LA has that many people of high influence that are not total pensioners. When Sebastian and Alexander stop by the bar to order drinks, you get approached by a waiter who offers you a glass of champagne from his golden serving tray. You politely take a glass thanking him and he drifts off like unanswered prayer. When you turn to look if you’re still close to LaCroix, you find him in a middle of other influential men, drowning in conversation and he’s obviously being in his element.

“I have you all to myself now.” You hear a voice and your eyes turn to find Alexander standing to your side, big smile on his face and a glass of what you presume either bourbon of whiskey in his hand. His fingers are adorned with several golden rings and his suit is darkest shade of green which suits him very well.

“I didn’t know that was your goal.” Amused you lift your eyebrows and turn to face him with your body. LaCroix is not going anywhere and you can talk to people as well.

“Oh it was, the moment I saw you.” Alexander softly chuckles to himself. “I’m just surprised to see you at Sebastian’s side of all people.”

“And why’s that?” you get curious, your eyebrows not lowering any time soon. If this man can tell you more about LaCroix you are eager to hear it.

“He just doesn’t seem to be the type.” Alexander pauses, choosing his words. ”How do I put this. I see Sebastian as someone focused on leadership and results, not chasing young beautiful women to warm his bed.”

“Oh, we’re not like that at all.” You chuckle but your cheeks blush. Goddamn the Blush of Life. At least when you’re in your normal undead state it’s easier to hide things like this.

“You’re not? Then why did he bring you with him? One plus usually means personal life partners.”

This information surprises you because that’s not how LaCroix framed it when he asked you to accompany him.

“I suppose he decided to try something new for a change.” You give a light shrug and Alexander comes closer, leaning in, acting like your conspirator but he’s smiling. His eyes meet yours and when he speaks you can smell whiskey on his breath. You on the other hand haven’t touched your glass of champagne.

“Then maybe this is where I become more interested than I was. If LaCroix hasn’t lain his claim yet, then I’m sure there’s lots of men even here who would like to take that position, I’m volunteering to be first in line.” His tone is charming, seductive and you feel flattered, remembering how it feels to be respected, admired and wanted. Your vampire life so far has been lacking those qualities and you guess it’s that way because you lack the right status.

You chuckle and lean just a little bit closer to him, feeling flirty.

“What makes you think that you’re a right fit for the position?” you whisper and you can feel Alexander’s free hand slip around your waist.

“I have a resume of qualities that are perfect for this position, I assure you.” He whispers back and pulls you just a little closer. God, you really forgot how forthright upper echelons of society tend to be.

“Maybe I can be the judge of that.” You smile flirtatiously and Alexander leans to your ear, his breath is hot against your skin.

“Only if you give me couple hours of this night to prove my qualifications.” His voice is dripping with undisguised desire and you feel your body shiver ever so slightly as you softly chuckle at his words.

“Is this party only for two?” you hear a voice you recognize well and turn your head ever so slightly to see LaCroix standing in front of you, real anger in his eyes makes your smile melt away.

Alexander pulls away from your ear and faces Sebastian with a grin.

“I’m sure you don’t mind us having a little chat since this wonderful woman just informed me that you two are not together, contrary to what I was led to believe.” He says and you find yourself amused by the situation. You wonder what LaCroix will say.

There’s a pause, a heartbeat, then Sebastian manages to tame his anger and smiles.

“Despite us not being romantically involved that doesn’t give you a right to try and seduce my employees, Alexander. Maybe that’s why I don’t bring companions when you’re around.” A genuine sounding tease and Alexander laughs loudly, yet his hand is still around your waist. LaCroix notices that too and gives you a look you can’t read before he turns his attention to his business partner.

“That’s a good one, LaCroix. However, I’m not a man of steel like you. I cannot resist a beautiful woman like this when she’s right in front of me.” He smiles and pulls you close to his body once again, which surprises you.

You are about to protest then you suddenly change your mind and decide to get back at Sebastian. If he wants to treat you like lowest of the low in the vampire world, then he should be able to take someone treating you as you deserve in the living world.

With a measured smile you rise your hand and put your palm on Alexander’s shoulder that’s closest to you.

“Alexander is a very interesting person. Very funny too. I’m sure you won’t mind him entertaining me while you’re discussing business with your peers.” You say and watch LaCroix’s jaw move as he clenches his teeth.

“If the lady doesn’t mind, then I don’t see why you should protest either.” Alexander adds like it’s another nail to a coffin and you find yourself extremely amused.

Another pause that feels swollen with tension.

“Oh I don’t mind at all, but before I leave you two alone I have to discuss something real quick with my colleague here.” LaCroix navigates the situation skillfully and with polite smile gestures to the open door. “If you don’t mind.” his eyes, staring at you, tell you that you have no choice. Uh oh.

“Maybe it can wait?” Alexander suggests, but you decide to damage control the situation. You turn to him and lean to his ear.

“I’m sure it won’t take long, I’ll be right back.” You whisper in your sultriest tone and then pull back, handing him your glass. “Hold onto this for me until I return?” you ask and Alexander very politely nods.

“Everything for Milady.” He teases and you find yourself chuckling at this.

“Please.” Sebastian’s tone is commanding despite the word he uses and you look at him, your smile fading.

“Of course.” You walk towards him and he politely places a palm on your lower back, guiding you, walking a little bit faster than he should.

You look over your shoulder at Alexander who tips his own glass to you and takes a sip. He intends to wait for you and you know it.

You just don’t know if you will be coming back.

As LaCroix expertly navigates the crowd of people towards the door, you try to understand what exactly you did wrong. It’s not like Prince is getting his panties in a bunch just because you flirted with kine. You’re not breaking the Masquerade either, so you really don’t get it. You doubt he’s jealous, why would he be. It’s not like those times you shared blood somehow tied you together.

Yet the moment you exit the party room where nobody pays attention, LaCroix’s polite hand on your lower back becomes a firm grip on your upper arm. At this point he’s dragging you away from people, taking a sharp right to an empty corridor but doesn’t stop. He’s obviously familiar with this building and this floor.

“Let go of me.” You protest, starting to feel pain from his grip but he doesn’t acknowledge you in any way. His steps are fast and determined.

Finally he comes to his destination and opens the door to some office. It doesn’t seem to be very big or lavish so you guess it’s an office for a lower level employee. What you can see with a quick glance in the darkness is that the room has a desk, computer screen at the corner of it, a chair and a filing cabinet in a further corner of the room. Nothing else.

When LaCroix pulls you into the tiny office, you almost stumble dropping your purse, your heels not being the best footwear to be dragged around in, and even before you turn back to face him you hear the door slam loudly, his grip is gone from your arm. He immediately turns to you, stepping angrily towards you, being in your face. There’s unbridled rage in his eyes, his face, his fangs baring at you as he speaks, because he extended them, either on purpose or because he forgets himself.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” he whispers loudly, obviously he does not want anyone to hear the conversation if per chance someone is trying to listen in.

“What do you mean what I’m doing. Is this not what you wanted? For me to act as a pretty side piece?” you whisper back loudly at him too, you’re getting furious at his treatment of you, your arm feeling sore from his earlier grip.

“No!” He immediately responds, eyes blazing. “I told you not to leave my side!”

“Well I didn’t! I was right where you left me!”

“Seducing an investor?!”

“And why does it matter to you?! If I’m pretending to be alive again at least I can try to get some fun out of it!”

“Whoring yourself out to the first man that lays his eyes on you?!”

Loud sound of a slap echoes briefly in the room as you hit Sebastian on the face, furious at him. But he catches your wrist with his left hand immediately after, gripping it tightly. He remains silent for a moment, his cheek is burning red but his angry expression remains unchanged. Then he speaks, slowly, his voice saturated with dangerous tones.

“Have you forgotten who I am? I’m your Prince and leader of Camarilla in this godforsaken city.”

“You could be Cain himself and I would not let you treat me this way.” You hiss at him. You see wolf’s lair and you’re running into it with fireworks.

Sebastian pulls you by your wrist closer to him, he’s leaning over you, tall and authoritative. His whole demeanor is demanding obedience.

“You will obey me, Childe.” He says but it sounds more like an angry growl.

“Or what?” you try to wrench your wrist from his grip but it’s impossibly strong.

“Or I’ll make you obey.”

The air feels like it’s filled with electricity. You don’t respond to him, just glare at him, your fangs on display now too, just like his, you are two predators trying to assert themselves.

Then in a split second everything changes. LaCroix pulls you to his chest and before you can resist he presses his lips against yours. You try to break from the kiss, to push him away but his free hand snakes around your waist and keeps you in place, his kiss is demanding to the point it hurts. You try to get away, you’re angry, you hate it when he treats you like that, but deep inside you also love it. That’s why when he keeps you in place for a little longer you give up and respond to his kiss.

It’s different somehow this time. You’re not being seduced, charmed, enchanted by him, this time you are fully in control of your mind and your emotions and it feels so much better to kiss him with your body full of life. He feels so hot under your touch when your palm presses against the back of his neck. His tongue is so warm in your mouth it’s intoxicating.

You feel your heart beating fast in your chest, you are more aroused than you have been while truly alive. What is it about LaCroix that drives you so utterly and absolutely crazy?

“You’re in real trouble now.” He whispers against your lips and again, faster than your lustful mind can process, he turns you by your wrist so that your back is to him, then he makes you step forward.

“What are you-“

“Only I can have you in such carnal way.” Prince replies, his voice has a tone you haven’t heard before. Something between desire and authority. You find yourself blushing again, just this time more intensively.

You don’t get time to reply as you get positioned in front of a desk and with a firm push get bent over it. You press your palms against it, trying to push yourself upwards but Sebastian’s hand on your back doesn’t let you, even more, it moves to the back of your neck and squeezes firmly.

“Sebastian what are you thinking of doing-” you start but the answer comes in form of his actions.

With free hand he lifts the skirt of your dress, pooling the excess fabric on your lower back, then unceremoniously moves your panties down to your knees where they slide down to your ankles on their own. His fingers trail the knife you have in the garter but don’t linger there for too long. You inhale sharply, you can’t even look at him from this position, but the fact that he doesn’t reply and how he is handling your clothes speaks volumes about the calculated determination to show you what he’s all about.

Just a moment passes before you hear the belt of his pants being unbuckled. You bite your lower lip, you want this, you absolutely want this because now you realize he was jealous of you and it’s his way to not only claim you, but to also show you who you belong to. You don’t mind, this is exactly the type of situation you kept dreaming about during some restless days.

You breathe deeply as you enjoy the feeling of his burning palm on the back of your neck and you close your eyes in anticipation but when you finally do feel the tip of his cock pressing against you a shiver runs down your spine. God, you hope he doesn’t stop there.

And he doesn’t. He starts sliding his dick inside of you, somewhat slowly, almost agonizingly. You moan at the sensation of it, it feels even better than you imagined it would, your palms start to sweat against the tabletop. He slides even deeper and you moan louder, you forgot yourself.

“Shhh, you can take it, you’re doing so well.” Sebastian whispers, his words dripping honey and you don’t know if you can want him any more than you do in this exact moment.

You bite down on your lip, trying to remain silent but it’s a hard task when he fully enters you and keeps himself there for what seems like a long moment. As you’re about to beg for him to start thrusting he does exactly that, like he just read your mind. At first it’s slow, then it quickly picks up the pace. After all, this is not romantic sex, this is fucking to establish his power over you.

You whimper and moan as he thrusts inside you fast and powerful, whole desk underneath you is nearly moving with each push, but he holds your hips in place with an iron grip of his fingers. You bite your lip so hard you draw blood but you don’t care. This feels so good, maybe even better than sex ever felt before. You feel every inch of him so perfectly well it’s nearly driving you crazy. But then LaCroix’s palm that’s on the back of your neck slides lower and wraps around your throat. And then he makes you straighten your back as much as possible considering the angle at which he’s fucking you. You support yourself with your hands against the table and moan loudly, not being able to remain silent as you feel your shoulders against his chest.

“Tell me your mine.” Sebastian whispers in your ear, he’s breathing heavily, his grip is sweaty, his voice sultry and low.

“Sebastian-“

“Say it!” He demands in a harsher tone and underlines his point with a really powerful thrust, this time the desk does move.

“I’m yours!” You moan loudly, completely forgetting where you are. You feel Prince smirk against your ear then he lowers his head to your neck, breathing harshly against it.

You raise one arm from the desk and reach for the back of his head, pushing your fingers into his hair as he keeps thrusting, his face pressed against your neck. You open your eyes slightly and see the night outside the window, all the skyscrapers peppering the night with alight windows like stars. This moment feels perfect to you.

Sebastian’s hand slips from your neck to your waist now, keeping you in place by pushing against your lower stomach. His pace picks up even more, you know he’s close. You’re so close too. In fact you have been close almost from the moment he fully entered you. His heavy breathing is making your head spin, you can’t believe you made him this way - this angry only to become this aroused. Just for you and your body.

There’s no need for speaking when you let yourself go, plunge yourself into the ecstasy you’ve been wanting for so much. You moan, louder, cry out again when his thrusts elevate your orgasm, your nails dig into his scalp and into the desk top, leaving marks. And while you’re in your own realm of paradise, you hear Sebastian grunt silently, then squeeze you harder as he rides out his own climax, then stops with two more firm thrusts at the time you start coming down from your cloud nine.

Both of you are out of breath and when he finally lets go of your waist you collapse on top of the desk. You feel Sebastian pull out, then hear him pull up his pants, buckling up his belt. You start to straighten your back but he helps you, then turns you to him, his palms on your waist gently this time. There’s a glint in his eyes, his face is sweaty.

“I hope you’ll remember this lesson.” His voice is cold, but then he smirks. ”Or I’ll have to teach it again... and again... and again...” He repeats the words in a whisper as he leans to your lips and kisses you again. Now it’s less rough, less demanding. You know sex felt good for him as much as it did for you.

Suddenly you get startled so badly you jump in his arm when there’s a loud knock on the door. The kiss breaks, Sebastian’s eyes widen just like yours. You both hear laughter.

“LaCroix, next time you lie to me you’re going to owe me some stocks.” Alexander’s voice comes loudly through the door and you stare at Sebastian in shock. He stares back.

Then, slowly, he smiles in disbelief and clears his throat, while still holding you against him.

“Maybe I just don’t like being left second in line.” He replies loudly and you blush, embarrassed but smiling.

You push yourself from LaCroix to find your panties and put them on while Sebastian quickly smooths out his hair. There’s no reply from Alexander but you both know he’s waiting outside. It takes you another moment to find your purse.

When you’re done fixing your appearance Sebastian looks at you, you nod at him, he nods back and you both head for the door. Prince opens the door with confidence. The hallway light feels slightly blinding, but when your eyes adjust you find Alexander leaning against the wall with his arms crossed right next to the door.

“Maybe I don’t mind being second in line.” He chuckles eyeing you both.

“Calm down, Alexander.” LaCroix says calmly but there’s a stern note in his voice, then he closes the office door after you exit it.

“The entire floor heard you two. Maybe I want some of that too.” Alexander pushes himself from the wall and this time eyes only you.

You don’t know how to handle this situation so you just say silent, looking at LaCroix’s back because he’s in front of you.

“Maybe hire better employees then.” Prince puts hands in his pockets and Alexander bursts out with laughter.

“Okay, fair point.” He steps to Sebastian, puts a hand around his shoulder and starts walking with him. When he’s close to you he proceeds to put a hand around your waist with his free one and leads you both back to the party room. “Let’s get some drinks first.”

You glance at Sebastian and he returns the look. He smiles ever so slightly and just for you, and you roll your eyes at him but you’re smiling too.

For the first time since you have been Embraced you feel something akin to happiness. You don’t want to let the feeling go.

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