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dreamlandcreations · 2 years ago

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I'm not well put together today so this might be a little more chaotic than usual

First of all

Secondly, your writing is always fun to read but there is just something extra about this chapter. I couldn't put my finger on why, but I think this is ( so far) the best I've read from you.

I actually went through it in the morning but I needed time to process it bc I knew I couldn't leave this masterpiece without a lengthy comment 👉👈 🥺

I love the glimpse into their everyday life, her conflicting feelings about Billy and this new life he, well, made for her is described in such a good way not only in the opening scene but throughout this entire chapter

hmmm Billy in tactical gear... 👀 🫠

Focus! 🙈 So the office sex was obv HOT but I especially liked the back and forth of teasing and almost playful fight for power. It really shows here they could be a really great match if she can get over a LOT of stuff and also gain more confidence (which is actually happening and Billy has an important role in that 🙊)

"Good boy." hehehe (funny and cute scene and I love how Billy just goes with it)

The pictures? daaaaaaaamn 🤭

"You wanted to own Billy Russo" don't we all? 🤭

the “You’re perfect, y'know that?” part? heartbreaking and 🫠💔 too bc they are both like lost, hurt puppies and I want them to be happy together 😭

“’M too heavy.” and Billy goes feral, like who do I have to kill for that? shouldn't be that funny or sweet but it is 😭

The talk about his tattoo and the history of the scar? 💔 And yes, die asshole die! Good boy , my precious little murder baby 💔 (disclaimer: this comment is aimed at a fictional character)

That ambush by her friend is a low blow. I wish to see what Billy's gonna do to them bc (it's his fault - how it looks from the outside and) I don't think his the kind to let it slide if someone hurts him and if you hurt his Mrs then you are definitely hurting him

I also got the nagging thought through that scene that Dominic is gonna find out how she got married and tries to intervene and Billy will go absolutely wild and...

Off track again, sorry. hmmm Billy in tactical gear... 👀 🫠

🤦‍♀️

I'm so glad we got to know the why. I can see how Billy might get obsessive and throw caution and all common sense out the window to get what he wants, whatever it takes. I just can't imagine being that patient, but again his a sniper so he must have some self-control ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

and the ending 🔥💕😙👌

For Richer or Poorer

Part 5 of my Accidentally on Purpose Series!

Warnings: Smut (18+), toxic relationships, office sex, mentions of consensual somnophilia, pictures taken during somnophilic acts (also consensual), cheating accusations, attempts at humiliation, masturbation, talks of Billy's past attempted assault, mentions of murder, cunilingus, a sprinkle of sub!Billy.

This is completely dedicated to my love, @idaofinfinity who celebrated her birthday this weekend. Happy birthday baby, I'm so glad I met you ❤❤

Photo credits

It's been a month since you started working at Anvil, you've been learning the history of the company's charity donations in that time, and brushing up on the ethics of each organisation.

You share the same office with Billy, at the far end of the room where you sit at your desk and work quietly each day. When you need to make calls, or take meetings, you do it in the adjoining conference room, making sure to work around Billy's meetings.

Sometimes, you catch him staring at you when he's talking quietly on the phone, or deep in thought, and you grow accustomed to him zoning out in your direction.

You haven't seen much of Dominic, your schedule being very flexible. Which meant that you usually come in late, and then leave with Billy long after he's gone.

And you don't want to admit it, not to yourself, and definitely not to the man that coerced you into marriage, but you kind of maybe like it here.

It's a big responsibility though, and you know things will get harder as time progresses, but sometimes you look over at Billy, answering calls and sending emails, and you feel a sense of calm wash over you.

Once a week though, he's a magnificent force to be reckoned with.

You remember the first time you saw him in tactical gear, and you had to fight the urge to jump him in the office, on his desk.

It had become a silent fantasy, once a week, he'd go down to the training floor to help run tactical simulations, and observe the skill of his men.

You'd never seen him fight, but you could imagine it, and the imagery ruined your panties constantly.

You think about it a lot. The insanity of your situation, a month ago you were crying in your bathtub after being aggressively dumped.

Now? You're sitting in Anvil's rooftop restaurant looking out at the New York skyline during lunch.

You were wondering when would be a good time to tell your family and friends. Maybe you could downplay it, say you wanted something private. You knew your mother would take it like her own personal insult, acting as if you'd done it because you secretly hated her.

But maybe your friends would make a more reasonable focus group, there was a message from the group chat asking to hang out later this week sitting in your phone, and maybe, their reactions would help with your family's.

Maybe you could introduce him as you boyfriend? Would you hurt his feelings? Should you care about his feelings? You really didn't want any more people silently accusing you of marrying him for his money. Especially when you couldn't even remember the wedding.

You had more questions for Billy, things you were honestly afraid of knowing. Why you? Did he pick you on random? An easy target? Or did he scout you thoroughly before entrapping you in holy matrimony?

You didn't know which scenario was worse.

And what about the rings? You look down at the unique design sitting on your finger.

You remember the night you showed Dominic. He'd gone home after a night of drinking with his friends, and he'd just started telling you the sweetest things. It had made you giggle at the time. Explaining to you that he thought you might be it for him, and that he'd want you forever. In a quick moment, as a little laugh, you'd shown him the rings, telling him that you'd love to wear these if he'd ever- whenever he decided-

How could Billy have known?

Unless he'd been tapping Dominic's phone. Or maybe, by a long shot, Nic had shown him?

You blink.

Scarier thoughts.

You were a little afraid to act against Billy, like really act against him. You didn't know what he was capable of.

But surely, by marrying you, he'd given you the resources and opportunity to be capable of things that could match him?

Something to look into.

If you wanted.

That's what you think you should want... under the circumstances... but what did you really want?

You wanted your heart to stop pounding when you finally returned to his office to find him working quietly, after being in a meeting through most of lunch.

"Did you have lunch?" You ask, looking at him carefully.

He glances up, and you can kind of see the masked frustration in his eyes.

"Not yet, baby, it's okay, I'll manage."

You make a hum of dissatisfaction, moving up to him to lean against his desk.

"Mister Russo," you chide, and you watch him resist the smile as he looks up at you, he looks so boyishly innocent and your hand cups his chin gently, tilting his head higher so that you can place a gentle kiss on his soft lips.

Surely you had to be some type of lucky? To be able to kiss this man freely whenever you wanted? This couldn't be wrong.

"If you get something to eat soon, I'll sleep naked next to you tonight."

His eyelids droop, pleased at the thought.

"I'll have my secretary bring something up in a minute then."

You smile, a kiss to the nose.

"Good boy." You whisper.

A small sound of pleasure leaves his chest that you pay no mind to, completely missing the way his eyes widen in shock as you walk away from him.

There's a file on your desk, and you hum curiously, sitting down comfortably before flipping it open- and then immediately flipping it shut, eyes widening in shock.

Blood rushes to your head as you look up at Billy, whose eyes are already on you, a pleased look on his face, his deviousness shining through.

Your mouth opens to say something to him, but no words come out.

You're interrupted by his phone ringing, and he keeps his eyes on you as he picks up the device and greets the person on the other end with his last name.

He's temporarily distracted, and you grab the edge of the manilla folder and open it slowly.

There are.... pictures of you.

You remember suggesting it to him, asking for him to take pictures of you but you'd never expected that he would.

Which was honestly your fault because of course he would.

What did you expect? When he was fully sheathed in your sleeping body- that he wouldn't lean back a little to take a shot of the way you look stretched around him?

Where did he even get a polaroid camera from? How did you not wake up from the flash?

Another picture, your hand wrapped around his cock, his hand covering yours, you can see the peek of your breasts through your sleep shirt. The tip of his cock is slick and shiny with precum and your mouth waters for a taste. You think about the ways he must have touched you- used you while you were asleep in his bed.

You flip again, two of his obscenely large fingers are pressed into your mouth to the second knuckle. It's like you can still feel them, pressing against your tongue even though you weren't conscious when he took the photo. The images alone are able to elicit that much of a reaction from you.

The last picture is a shot between your legs, spread open wide to show off your most intimate parts, dripping an abundance of his come.

You swallow, body tingling and flick your eyes up to meet his.

He's still got the phone pressed to his ear, but his eyes are fixed on you, warm and inviting and melts every thought from your head in a sizzling sweep.

All you feel is desire, the need is so tangible inside you that you're not sure if you can do anything else but follow the feeling.

You stand, grabbing the folder, and moving to sit on the couch on the far end of the room, directly opposite to him.

You feel devious, and also maybe a little bit curious about how he'll react to what you're going to do next.

You avoid his gaze, casually opening the folder and leaning back a little. You prop your arm on the side of the couch so that the folder blocks your face from view. You study the pictures for a long time, listening to his clipped responses as he talks on the phone. It's a bunch of 'yes' and 'no's' followed up with dates and times for various things. His voice stutters when you spread your thighs, moving your free hand over your skin casually, as if there's no one looking at you.

You push it further, tugging your skirt up, spreading your legs wider so that you can press your fingers to the damp fabric between your thighs.

You hiss as your body gets some much needed pleasure, your eyes skimming over the pictures, using them as fuel to carry out your little show.

You want to sneak a peek at him, look at his face- Is he looking at you? Is he touching himself? But you know one look into those domineering, dark eyes and you'll be on your knees crawling to him.

So instead, you meander your fingers lower, pushing under the fabric of your panties, to touch your bare clit.

You hum, your body relaxing as your fingers dip lower, catching some wetness from your entrance and drawing it up to your clit to reduce friction.

You moan, your head falling back as you touch that spot just right, arching your back when you speed up and relaxing when you slow down.

The folder drops from your face, but your head is tossed back so that you can't see him, your eyes closed as one of your fingers tease your entrance, pushing in to the first knuckle.

You breathe his name, thinking about the ways he's pleasured you, about the way he looks at you and smiles at you and kisses you-

When there's a knock at the door, you raise your head in a panic, pulling your skirt down in a rush, making sure the folder is closed.

Your eyes meet his naturally. He looks calm outwardly, but there's a tenseness to him. His jaw is clenched, his breathing is sharp. One of his fists is curled tightly, resting atop his desk.

His eyes send a shiver over you, warm and inviting and you feel yourself get wetter in response.

"Come in." He calls, and his secretary pokes her head in.

"Hey Mr. Russo, Mrs. Russo," she greets, "I got that lunch you asked for."

"Great, here, put it on my desk." He says, and you watch her move easily to place the small box on his desk.

"I heard there's a small weather system moving in tonight, you guys be safe." She says.

You wish her the same with a smile as she leaves.

Your eyes are on each other in the next moment, his are heated and daring, challenging you to do something else.

You take his challenge, reaching up to unbutton your blouse.

The door's not even locked, but who would dare to enter Billy's office without knocking?

Your blouse is open in the next second, and you reach up your skirt to tug your panties down your legs.

God you just want him so badly, you couldn't stop thinking about him, you probably shouldn't be feeling this way, but you didn't care. You just wanted to have him, and hold him, and keep him just as much as he keeps you.

You wanted to own Billy Russo.

Your fingers are in your mouth in the next second, teasing him, getting them wet and spreading your thighs to resume your play.

It's hot, having him sit at his desk and watch you, you bet he's just rock hard and desperate for a touch of you. The lunch on his desk sits untouched at the edge, as your body fights the magnetic pull it has to his.

Your other hand, free from the folder, tugs one of the cups of your bra down, fingers worrying your nipple into a stiff bud, gasping as you push a single digit into yourself.

It's an empty feeling, of not being full enough, your entrance clenching around your finger, begging for more, begging for a Billy sized intrusion into your body.

You keep going, with no protest from him, pushing a second finger into yourself and pumping slowly.

Your body responds easily, the photos, paired with the right flush of arousal and you're gasping desperately, pushing yourself into the throes of pleasure.

It's so much easier, knowing your body, knowing exactly where to touch, how much pressure to use, your back arches and you come with a stuttered cry.

The pleasure blooms in your head, and you let out another little groan, your fingers still buried inside of you, riding out the orgasm.

When you hear the sound of a belt being undone a lot closer that you expect, you raise your head, your fingers slipping out.

He's a few steps away, dark eyes fixed on you, his belt undone and jingling with each step he makes.

"Getting yourself nice and ready for me, hmm?" He asks, undoing his pants, reaching into his boxers to pull his cock free.

You watch with open mouth as he sits beside you, reaching to grab your hips and pull your body to his.

"Put your fingers in my mouth." He says, and you oblige silently.

His mouth seals around your fingers just as he pulls you onto his cock, his tip stretching you open easily.

You both groan in unison.

The way he fills every inch of you, has you gasping, eyes rolling back from the very pleasure of it.

He's so deep inside you, it almost feels like he's deeper that he really is- you can almost feel him in your gut.

He sucks on your fingers as he begins to fuck you. He pulls and pushes your body, guiding you into riding him as an even pace.

You don't think too much of it when you push your fingers deeper into his mouth, pressing down on the back of his tongue for a moment.

He gags a little, and you give him a small smile, tugging your fingers out of his mouth slowly. His pace increases, your hips slamming forcefully together, small grunts leaving your lips.

"Did you enjoy that? Putting on a little show for me?" He asks between breaths. You mewl, unable to respond as you try to roll your hips on top of his.

"I know you did- God you're so fucking wet for me- how the fuck do I get any work done when I have you so close?"

You let out a little giggle, circling your hips and hearing him grunt in approval.

His fingers sift into your hair, pulling you forward and you sigh blissfully as your mouth meets his. He doesn't stop there, tugging your hair free until it's loose around your face.

You pull back, smiling curiously at him as he pets his hands slowly down the back of your head.

"Every inch of skin that isn't touching mine is criminal." Billy murmurs, pulling you close until your foreheads touch.

You sigh into his mouth, little puffs of air as he bottoms out inside you.

You pick up the pace, and he groans in approval, his hands firm on your hips as you gasp every time he bottoms out inside of you.

He's so deliciously big, and you know you think about it every time he's inside you yet you can't help it. Billy just pleases you in a way no one else ever could. The chemistry between you two is potent, the attraction is too strong to fight. You ache to crawl under his skin and live in the space between his lungs if he'd only let you.

"Gonna cum." You warn, swallowing his grunts eagerly.

He groans, his forearms pull you to his body tightly, his lips pressed to yours.

"On my cock, just like we practiced." He encourages and the words go right down your spine.

There's a loud roaring in your head, a warning that this orgasm is going to knock you flat.

You tighten around his cock, and he feels so much bigger, definitely making a space inside of you that was only his.

Your fingers fist the material of his jacket harshly, the other hand gripping his shoulder for dear life as you both chase your swift approaching highs.

Logically, you know this can't be love. You barely remember consenting to the marriage in the first place- and Billy had taken so many things away from you already.

So why do the words 'I love you' threaten to spill from your mouth as you reached your peak?

Thankfully, Billy's cock renders you speechless, your mouth opening wider, your back arching to press your body even closer into him as you cum. The world comes to a pause as your body tenses, before you shake with your release. Through it all, he doesn't stop, and the next thing you know, you're on your back, with six-feet of solid husband pressing into you.

This position gives him all the control, and his thrusts get that much harsher.

"So fucking beautiful when you cum, baby." Billy grunts into your neck.

"So pretty when you take from me.... Gonna fill you up now, just like you deserve."

You can only let out an unintelligent sound of approval. The give and take of your bodies transcend the barriers of your skin until you can feel him, everywhere, all at once and you know with indisputable fact, that Billy Russo belongs to you.

You say his name, because it's all you can remember after he's stripped your barriers bare and opened you up to him with wanton fingers and desperate eyes.

Your orgasm is sweet in your mouth, tacky and slippery under your skin, and sticky where your bodies meet. He groans against your mouth when he feels it and your body can't contain the pleasure, so you tilt your head back and you scream.

It's cathartic.

Like the lid being lifted off a pot that's been building pressure, and you scream in bliss as he guides your body through release.

"Good girl." He pants, "Good wife- oh fuck I'm gonna-"

And then he's groaning primally, barely contained, his hands in clenched fists beside your head as he comes deep inside you, his body shuddering for just a second when you clench around him to help him empty all of his cum into you.

It feels like a gift, that you accept greedily, always eager to keep his cum safe inside of you, silently thinking about the possibility of it taking.

You wonder if he wants kids. You wonder if you do. You sigh when he drags his softening cock out of you, reaching for an embroidered handkerchief in his pocket, using the silky material to clean up whatever slips out of you.

"You're perfect, y'know that?" He says to you softly, and you swallow nervously.

It wasn't something you were used to hearing, especially not after sex, when he'd already gotten what he wanted from you. Before sex? Sure. During? Maybe.

Billy had been the first person to praise you after the act. After. When he was already sated and there wasn't any reason to.

"Really?" You ask softly, and he looks up at you from his gentle clean up. Another thing he wouldn't let you do. Always insistent that he cleans you up.

"Really." He says with a firm voice, "You're perfect, and you're gorgeous and you're mine."

For the first time, those words don't scare you.

You can feel easy acceptance of the words. They're true, and you want them to be.

"I'm yours." You confirm to him softly, and the rest of words are unspoken, but you think them to yourself.

Are you mine?

His lips are soft on yours, insistent.

"Did I hurt you at all, baby?" He asks quietly into the space between your lips.

You look up at him, shaking your head easily. His hands cup your face and you close your eyes as he leans in to give the top of your head a kiss.

"You know you can always tell me right?" He says.

"I know." You respond simply, because you really did know.

When his phone rings, he turns to look at it with an adorable frown on his face, looking back at you. You give him a little smile and a nod, telling him it's okay, before watching him move to pick it up.

After a few minutes, you finally build up the resolve to make your way on shaky legs to his bathroom and back. You don't even bother with your heels, leaving them kicked off on his office floor.

It doesn't take you long to fall asleep, though you don't really mean to, only wanting to close your eyes for a few moments, but suddenly you're asleep.

You wake when he tries to move you.

"Wha?" You mumble, sleepily, breathing a deep sigh when he guides you to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Time to go home, baby." Billy says, and your eyes close of their own accord.

You don't realise or register what he's doing until he's picking you up.

You let out a little sound of protest.

"'M too heavy." You say, still half asleep in his chest. Your eyelids are so heavy, and your brain is full of fog.

"Go back to sleep. I'll wake you when we get home."

You make another sound of protest, and you hear the elevator bell ding as it reaches your floor.

"You can put me down if you want. I can walk." You try again.

"Hush, sweetheart, relax, I've got you."

"You'll hurt yourself carrying me."

Billy chuckles.

"I won't. I've carried marines heavier than you on my back in the desert for miles."

You feel his lips on your forehead, "I can carry my pretty wife for a couple of minutes."

You groan.

"But 'm too heavy." You try again.

"Who told you that, hmm?"

Dominic's face pops into your head and you sigh. Honestly, he'd never said it in so many words to you... but you knew... from the way he'd raise his eyebrows when he caught you with a piece of cake, or the way he'd get just a little too happy when you said you were going to the gym. You knew what he thought, even though he never had to say it.

"No one... it's just logic. I'm heavy."

"Well, if I can lift you, then you can't be that heavy now can you? So why don't you go back to sleep for me?" He murmurs softly, and though you try, you can't fight it.

"I love seeing your tattoo." You murmur against him.

He chuckles, cupping a handful of warm water to trickle over your shoulder in an attempt to help you bathe.

The snake in question moves as he does, you smooth a hand over the ink of the open maw on his chest.

Like you'd noticed before, the body of the snake covers two raised scars on his shoulder. You're of the opinion that the snake covers those scars on purpose.

"Will you tell me how you got them?" You ask, tracing a thumb over the scars, feeling him take a shaky breath.

"Got beaten pretty bad when I was a kid." He says in a breath and your heart freezes in your chest. You can tell that there's something worse coming.

"I grew up in a group home, wasn't bad, could have been worse I guess, but they used to let people come around to help out sometimes."

He scoops some more water over your shoulder, deep in thought. You don't want to break his focus, eager to hear him open up about his childhood.

"There was this one guy, he used to play stickball with us. I thought he was the coolest. Told me I could go pro if I kept practicing."

A lump rises in your throat when you realise where this story is going.

"He- well he tried to- " Billy stops, takes a deep breath, shakes his head.

"It's okay. You don't have to tell me." You say quietly, and he gives you a little smile.

"He called me pretty, he tried to touch me, I fought him off, he fought back, broke my arm... the end."

You frown at his quick retelling.

"So... he didn't-?"

"No... but I pissed him off enough."

"How old were you?"

"Ten?"

"Jesus, Billy." You press your head into the crook of his neck, your body against his in the bath, your heart breaking for him.

"He got away with it?"

"Our legal system is a joke."

Your shoulders drop.

"He's still out there?"

"No."

You raise your head curiously to look up at him.

He can't meet your eyes.

"I killed him." Billy confesses to you quietly, he's shaking, refusing to look at you.

It's a tense moment, and you don't think before you respond.

"Good."

He finally gives you a shocked look.

"You're not... disgusted?"

"That you killed someone who hurt you and probably other kids? Not at all."

"I murdered him, I put a stickball bat through his chest." Billy clarifies, in an attempt to show you how terrible he is. Or at least that's the impression you get.

"I hope he felt it." You say, resolved to idea.

Billy's eyes shift from shocked to something warm. He gives you another little smile.

"You mean that? You're not saying that now and running away later?"

The words are too much to say. You're afraid of them, of what it means. So instead, you raise your head, and you press your lips to his.

Soft, and the taste of his mouth sets you on fire. But you're content to just kiss him, chase away his insecurities with your reassurance. His hand moves from your hip to the back of your neck, holding you securely, little kisses broken between sighs and gentle smiles, until finally you relax against him once more.

"Is that why you got this here?" You ask, tracing his tattoo with gentle fingers.

Billy hums in confirmation.

"Snakes shed their skin all the time. They're symbols of transformation, rebirth... healing. They're misunderstood creatures, but can be deadly when underestimated."

Not unlike Billy himself, you think, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, and you hope that he understands that you're not going to run, without having to say it.

"There's absolutely no way I am ever going to sleep with my employee." Abigail announces.

You swallow, listening to all the other girls react to her comment, butting in with 'what ifs' and other scenarios. You look down and stir your drink as you take it in.

You'd been friends with the witty group of girls since you shared a living space with them in college. There was Milla and Katie and Bryn, of course Abigail and you, made five.

Milla was dating Dominic's best friend, and it was in part one of the reasons you'd decided to come today, to find out if Nic had said anything to them. Billy hadn't accompanied you having some extra work to do, but he'd sent you with two bodyguards that had initially started out as five.

You kind of missed him, wondering what he was doing right now, and you imagined him typing away at his laptop at home, or reading a business report with a pair of glasses that he claimed to not need but it made him see the fine print just a little easier.

Loud laughter gets your attention and you smile, looking up. You wait for a casual break in the conversation to speak.

"So, I actually have some news." You say to them, and you freeze when all eyes swivel to you.

Oh shit, this was a lot.

"Yeah?" Bryn encourages when you've been silent for too long.

"I kind of did something... maybe a little stupid, but I'm kinda okay with it." You say, knowing that you were more than okay with it.

There's more silence as they wait for you to continue. At this point you were hoping for an interruption.

"After Dominic and I broke up... I went to Vegas, and I got drunk one night and uh...." You make an odd sound of distress, "I got married."

There's a moment of stunned silence, before everyone reacts all at once, above it all you hear Abigail's voice loudest.

"You got what!?" She screams.

You can't help laughing at their reactions.

"I kind of can't remember how it happened? But I woke up married." You say raising your hand to show then the ring.

"Oh my god I thought that was just a random ring- You're telling me that's a wedding ring?" Bryn says with a hysterical inflection in her voice.

You smile, nodding along at their reactions.

"You're getting it annulled?" Milla asks, and when you focus on her, you notice her features are calm, not as shocked as the others, and you think she might have known before.

"I'm not. I like him, he's nice, and we're... living together." You say just as Abigail takes a sip of her drink and she has to fight with spitting it out.

"Living with him?!" She says after she manages to swallow, "Who is he?"

You blink, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth to chew on it for a moment.

"His name is Billy Russo.... He uhh... he's Anvil's CEO."

It gets so quiet you can hear the conversations happening in the table across from you.

"You married Dominic's boss?"

"Well... no.... his boss' boss' boss... if we're being technical."

"Is he hot?"

"Very."

"And you waited until now to tell us?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Wait." Abigail interrupts, "How did Dominic react when he found out?"

You fiddle with your fingers under the table.

"I didn't get a chance to explain it to him. He thinks I cheated on him."

"He does think that." Milla says, grabbing everyone's attention. Her face is stern, commanding, she looks as though she's about to stand up for a friend, and you're of the realisation that the friend is not you.

"Dominic said you cheated on him, that you must have, because the rings are custom made to you. How do you explain that?"

Oh fuck.

"I- I'm not too sure-"

"-And his boss? Out of everyone to 'accidentally' marry? How convenient is that?"

"N-no- it-"

"-Dom thinks he introduced you to his boss, and you just worked your way to the top. Isn't that why you convinced him to stay with Anvil all those years ago?"

"That's not true at all." You say, your voice shaking with the stress.

You look around at Bryn, Abigail and Katie, but they're all giving you curious looks.

"It's not? What do you think about that, Dominic?" Milla says, looking behind you.

Ambush.

It's the first word that comes to mind and honesty if you were a smarter person you would have seen it coming.

"I think it's really convenient that she quit her job and started working at Anvil almost as soon as we broke up." Dominic says, grabbing a chair and fitting himself into the space between you and Katie.

Your shoulders drop.

"I didn't." You say weakly, looking at Dominic with sad eyes, "I never cheated. I wouldn't. I really liked you, and you broke up with me."

"Well you got over me really fast, then, didn't you?"

You bottom lip wobbles. You can see it in their eyes that no one believes you.

"Was that the point of this?" You turn to look at Milla, "Was that the reason you guys invited me here today?"

"We just wanted to expose a cheater."

"I didn't!" You try again, and she rolls her eyes at you.

You realise that there's nothing you're going to say that will make them believe you. You realise that you've just lost your friends.

You grab your things, shoving them into your bag, standing.

"I'm leaving." You say, dropping some bills down on the table to cover your drinks in afterthought. Dominic stands when you do, blocking your path.

"No you're not, we didn't even bring out the cake yet. Here it comes now."

Your heart is stuck in your throat, glued there with something that hardens into cement and makes everything hurt.

The waitress brings out a cake. An actual cake with white frosting and red lettering.

The words 'Congratulations, Cheater,' stares back at you.

You didn't think Dominic had this level of spite inside of him.

You back away from the table, but you flinch when Dominic reaches out to grab your wrist tightly.

"Woah, hey, let her go." Abigail says, getting to her feet, "She can leave if she wants."

At the same time, one of Billy's bodyguards notices the little commotion and steps forward to intervene, pushing Dominic away from you.

You back away, you don't look at anyone, avoiding all eye contact as you leave.

He finds you curled up on the couch of your office with one of his old t-shirts gripped in your hands.

You must not have locked the door, because he'd never violate the boundaries of your office otherwise, even though you knew he could if he wanted to.

"This is all your fault." You whisper out loud, not turning to look at him, pressing your nose into his shirt and breathing in the remnants of his scent.

Your statement wasn't completely true. It wasn't all his fault. It was also Dominic's, for breaking up with you and thinking he was entitled to embarrass you that way when you hadn't done anything he'd accused you of.

"I am, so, so sorry this happened." He says earnestly behind you, and you curl in further on yourself.

"Everyone thinks I'm a bad person." You say, a couple of hot tears slip from your eyes and trickle down the side of your face. You swallow the painful lump in your throat. Your face was swollen and aching from all the crying you'd done in the hour it took Billy to get here from wherever he'd been before.

"You're not a bad person." Billy says with conviction in his tone, leaning forward to press his nose into your hair.

You huff.

"Only you think that." You say to him, using his shirt to dab some of your tears.

His sigh tickles the back of your neck. It's one of frustration, you figure he must be out of his depth with this one and can't figure out what to do.

"Okay... let's get cleaned up and ready for bed, and you'll be a lot more comfortable there. I can get us ice cream, or we can watch something dumb on TV."

"Billy." You say with a tone that said that you just wanted to be left alone.

"No, I'm not leaving you here to mope. Come." he says, gripping your hips and forcing your body to uncurl and turn to face him.

When you catch sight of him you sit up in shock.

His face is dirty, covered in dirt and a splash of blood. There's the beginning of a bruise on his chin and cheek and he looks rough for wear.

"What happened?" You ask in shock, reaching out to cup his jaw, you feel him press his face into the palm of your hand. He's dressed in his tactical wear, but it's all scuffed and dirty.

"I was in the middle of a training sim when I heard what happened. I might have sped things up by running solo into enemy territory." He murmurs, peeking an eye open to look at your reaction.

"Isn't strategy the point of those sims? Else what's the point?"

"The point was that my wife was in distress and I wanted to get to her."

You can't help the involuntary clench your body does at his words. A bad time to be feeling like you want to jump him but that's all you can think about right now.

The tactical gear looks good on him, it holds onto him securely as he kneels beside the couch you're on.

"You have blood on your face." You say.

"Sorry." He mumbles and you shake your head, reaching for a clean corner of his shirt and using it to wipe away the splashes of blood on his cheek.

"I guess a shower would be okay." You say between sniffles and he smiles.

"Okay. Let's go."

You're not feeling your best, but even sad, you couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight of a dishevelled Billy, tugging his tactical shirt off. A white vest on underneath, his arms are covered in bruises, the back of his hands are bloody. You think you could moan from the sight alone.

He tugs a gun from the waistband of his pants, setting it down onto the bathroom countertop, before untucking his vest and pulling it off.

You thank the stars.

Rippling ink as he raises his arms above his head in an effort to stretch any kinks in his back. You blink in surprise when you hear a soft 'pop', followed by his groan of blissful satisfaction.

You stay silent, afraid to make a sound lest he stop the shedding of his clothes. Like a battered deity, he leans down to tug at the laces of his boots, kicking them off.

You want to help, you want to touch, to do something more than look, but you're fixated on him as if he's your favourite painting come to life.

You appreciate his beauty, still embedded in the depths of despair, you can only blink in surprise when he looks at you. For a moment, you'd forgotten you were real, but when he looks at you... he reminds you.

You don't hold his gaze for long, turning back to look at the shower, reaching to unbutton your pants.

It's only a means to avoid his gaze, because when he turns away from you to shed his pants, you turn back to look at him.

His thighs aren't thick, but shaped well for his body type, muscles flexing as he kicks them off.

You see his ass next, as his boxers follow down his legs, and your heart kicks up a beat as he turns confidently, doesn't say a word as he steps toward you.

He gives you a smile, opening the shower door and stepping in to turn on the controls.

You watch in awe as the rain showerhead starts up, scattering droplets down the planes of his body. The water runs a little red with blood, and a little brown from dirt before it clears.

When he looks back, you gulp.

"Coming?" He asks, and you reach for the edge of your top without a second thought.

Curled into him.

You let out a soft sigh of peace.

His hand is roaming over your back in slow circles. His skin is a little cold from your recent shower.

"Why me?" You finally say to him, your curiosity finally spilling out of your mouth. You think you're ready to hear the answer.

His hand pauses it's rhythmic motion on your back for a second, and only resume when you shift in discontent.

"Sure you wanna know?" He asks carefully.

"Yeah."

TWO YEARS AGO:

"There's really no vision here," Dominic says, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, guiding you away from the small office party happening on the top floor of the old Anvil Facility. It was more of a gym than a start-up company, catering to tactical training more than office jobs.

"You think so?" You say to him, wrinkling your nose as you wonder where Dominic was taking you. Were you going to see his desk?

"Yeah, this'll never work because we just don't have good enough contacts. Russo is a military man, he wasn't made for business." Nic says easily, and you hum, realising that you've wandered far enough from the party, your little lilac dress molded to your skin.

"I don't think that's true." You murmur to him, deep in thought, thinking about the man you'd just met.

"And what do you think you know about the company I work at?" Dominic says with a haughty tone and you try your hardest not to roll your eyes.

"I mean, the man you're describing, and the man I just met in there aren't the same person. You can see, that he clearly has the drive to succeed. I don't think you should give up on that. I mean sure, things aren't good now, but I think you'd benefit from sticking around so much more in the long run."

"Really?" He murmurs, and you can hear the indecisiveness in his voice and you know now's the best time to prove your point.

"A really basic example could just be the Christmas bonuses this year. He could have cut those in half safely and no one would have complained, he could have kept the money, or put it into getting word out through ads or whatever." You wave your hand in the air dismissively, "Instead he put it into the resource he found most important- the people. With a mindset like that, there's no way he'd struggle to get Anvil off the ground. You have to stop thinking in what's happening now, and think about what the company is capable of."

There's a moment of silence as he mulls over your words.

"That's a good point I guess, he also buys the best gear for the people on the field, instead of cheaping out."

You nod along to his words.

"Imagine the things the company is capable of. Don't you want to be a part of that?" You ask, deep in thought, just like he was, about the possibilities.

"Huh. Okay, I guess I'll stick around a little longer then." He says, kissing the top of your head and you laugh. Going with him wherever he wanted to go.

"I'd been just around the corner, stepped out to take a phone call or something and I heard you." His hand slides up your back and his fingers roll over the muscles at the behind your neck easily.

"You have no idea how that made me feel. It was like you knew me. Made me want to be a better man just to prove you right. You believed in me, and you'd barely met me."

You let out a long sigh, a hand on his bicep, moving up till you touch the tail of his snake tattoo.

"But, I'm sure a lot of people believe in you."

He laughs quietly.

"I think back then, everyone thought I was out of my depth, just waiting to watch me fuck up... and hearing you say those things was exactly what I needed. I wanted to become the man you thought I was capable of being."

The words shock you deeply, unwilling to admit that you could have such an effect on another person.

"So, you liked me since then?"

He hums.

"Not exactly then, when I got to learn about you more... yeah."

"How did you learn more about me?" You ask.

He's quiet for a moment. You raise your head to look up at him. He's got a pained frown on his face.

"I'm not a good man." He confesses to you quietly.

"I know, but you can tell me anyway." You reassure.

"I... cloned his phone, I'd read your messages to him."

You swallow anxiously.

"My private messages to my boyfriend." You clarify unnecessarily so that he gets the idea.

His eyes squeeze shut.

"Yeah, it wasn't a good moment, but I needed you so bad, and I knew he wasn't good enough, and I knew you'd realise that eventually, so I just sat back and waited. I didn't read every message, but once a week I'd check and make sure you were okay."

"Oh, Billy." You say with a sigh, leaning forward to press your body closer to his. He presses against you eagerly.

It's not something you hadn't already expected. In your assessment of possible scenarios, you knew someone as powerful as he was would find no trouble in getting access to things he shouldn't have access to.

You didn't know what the right way to react was. You knew it was a red flag, a borderline scary and toxic trait exhibited by a man that had coerced you into marriage. But you also knew him. For all his flaws he'd never lied to you.

"Why don't you hate me?" He whispers under his breath, and you don't think he meant to say it out loud.

You respond anyway, not because you want to reassure him, but because you feel like returning his truth with some of your own.

"I don't want to." You say simply.

He pulls you even closer, your face pressed into his shoulder as he holds you tight. You spend a long time like that, locked in his arms, half asleep.

When he tilts your head up to give you what you assume is a chaste goodnight kiss, you find that your body heats up, instead of relaxing.

Your toes curl as you slant your lips against his, unable to stop yourself from delivering passionate kisses. He lets out a little groan, hand smoothing down your body easily and back up again. You sit up, pushing him onto his back before kicking a leg over his hips.

It's only then that you break the kiss.

"Are you sure?" He asks, before you can voice a similar question to him.

"I want to. Do you?"

He studies you for a moment, dark eyes, deep in thought.

"Yeah." He says with a nod, you smile, mimicking his nod as you bend to reach his mouth again.

He's hard between your thighs, hot and insistent against the little fabric of your underwear.

When he brings his hands up to your hips, you react without thinking, grabbing his wrists and pinning them to either side of his head.

He blinks up at you in surprise.

He can obviously overpower you at any moment, but instead he pauses to see what you're going to do.

"Do you trust me?" You ask quietly.

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, in deep concentration, before giving you a little nod.

"Close your eyes." You instruct, and he does so after a little moment.

When you pull away from him, he sits up.

"Where-"

"-shhhh, trust me." You interrupt, and you leave the room for a minute to gather supplies.

You grab all the little candles you can find, placing them around the room and lighting them one by one.

You have a odd want to make this one special, and you take your time, shedding your clothes and grabbing one of his white shirts from his closet, draping it over your body and leaving a small gap open between your breasts.

You dim all the lights, admiring the way he waits patiently, the only sign of his anxiety is the way his fingers twitch at his sides.

He definitely had a reason to be anxious. He'd put a lot of trust into you by closing his eyes. After the scary revelation from earlier, you could bet he was probably expecting you to run away.

"Take your boxers off for me." You finally say, and he lets out a breath, pushing the black fabric off his body.

Gorgeous.

Every inch of him.

His knuckles are still red from their earlier use, and he's got some bruises worsening on his chest and one on his thigh but none of it takes away from him. The light of the candles dances shadows onto his skin and you marvel at how easy his beauty can make you forget about everything else.

You admire the snake on his shoulder, with its winding visage, before giving him permission to open his eyes.

You're hoping you look just as breathtaking as he does, wearing his shirt in the light of the flickering candles, you really pray that he finds you nice to look at.

His lips part, taking you in, you can't help looking away from him for a second.

"You are... so beautiful." He says, voice barely above a whisper, and your heats flutters, a shy smile forming on your face.

"Thank you." You say, moving toward him, bringing yourself to sit carefully on his lap. When he raises his hands to touch you, you catch them, pressing them back to his sides.

You lean forward, and when he shuts his eyes, thinking you're going to kiss him, you deflect, kissing his shoulder instead. You kiss from one shoulder to the next, listening to his shallow breathing, bringing your hips closer until his cock is nestled between your thighs.

"You're tormenting me." He says matter-of-factly, and you smile against the column of his neck.

"And don't you think you deserve it, even just a little?"

An exasperated sigh.

"I deserve it," Billy acknowledges, "Is that what you're gonna do now? Punish me?"

You feel the way his cock jumps after he says it, you know he likes the idea.

"Mmm," you hum, continuing to kiss his neck, "I like the idea, but I've never done it before."

"That's okay, just do what you feel like, if you feel like stopping, I'll take over."

"How considerate." You say, just before you bite down on his sweet spot.

He lets out a loud groan, his body tensing, before it relaxes. You lick the bite gently to soothe it.

"Too much?" You ask carefully.

"More. Please."

Your breath stutters in your throat. You feel your body flush with approval for his words.

There's a spot that clenches inside you- right below your navel- a spot that flutters when you think about being filled with his come.

You bite him again, toes curling in response to the blissful sounds he makes.

You watch his skin redden, you know they'll fade after a while, but you can't help admiring the beauty of marking him.

You want his tongue, but you're too shy to actually say it, instead, opting to climb off of him, ignoring his sounds of protest to make your way up the bed to settle against the pillows.

He turns to look at you, his shirt widening to expose your breasts.

Carefully, you part your thighs and watch his throat bob as his eyes drift down to your aching cunt.

You reach to slip a finger between your legs and he moves without command, settling his body between your thighs, stopping your hand from touching yourself.

"I'll do it." He offers, kissing the wedding band on your finger, before adjusting himself to flatten his tongue against your clit.

You let out a gasp of surprise, your head falling back in bliss.

He keeps his tongue in place for a few moments, prompting you to raise your head and look at him.

His eyes are on you, as he begins sweeping his tongue from side to side slowly. It feels so good, as Billy sets the perfect rhythm in the place you need it most.

Your pussy makes a series of clenches, desperate for more of his tongue, and a shiver goes through you as he continues.

He reaches up, warm hands gliding over your thighs, bruised knuckles gripping at your hips for a moment before grabbing your hands that are fisted in the sheets and bringing them to sift through his hair.

He groans when you pull, pressing deeper into the space between your thighs until there's no air left between his mouth and your pussy. The tip of his tongue rolls over your clit, up and down, and then side to side, until he finally settles on a slow circular motion.

Your hips buck into his mouth, you press his head as close as possible for a moment before feeling a little guilty and releasing your grip on his head.

"Sorry." You murmur, which prompts him to stop, shaking his head as he speaks.

"Don't be. I love your little cunt so fucking much." He praises.

You make a sound of approval as he drops his head again.

He licks you repeatedly, his tongue applying just the right pressure to your clit that makes you boneless. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to process the undeniable pleasure rolling through your body. His beard scratches harmlessly between your thighs, your skin tingling from the gentle sensation that only helps to work you up.

The sounds are sloppy and wet, the eagerness of his movements make you want to own him in any way you can.

"Billy oh god yes." You cry, can't stop yourself from singing his praises.

He moans against you, you can feel his tongue drift lower to lick over your entrance.

You gasp at the sensation, wanting to feel his tongue explore you.

He pushes his tongue in as far as it will go, no doubt getting the most undiluted taste of you, humming while he does it.

His tongue is dextrous, just like it always is, with passionate movements that show you his eagerness. To drink you in like a man starving, to make you feel like his current position was the most desirable on the planet.

His grips on your hips tighten, and when it's not enough you can feel him press his face even closer. You worry he might be drowning in you. But he doesn't seem too concerned about it.

You say his name again. It only encourages him to take what he likes from you until your thighs are shaking and your clit is begging for just one more kiss.

Your brain scrambles when he does it. You make the most unintelligent sound as your body tenses up, locking in place for just a moment right before you fall over that edge and into him.

That spot below your navel flutters again, begging for him as he pulls away from you.

You're still catching your breath, his shirt is warm on your skin and you sit up to push it from your shoulders.

You grab his arm, pulling him over to you and lying back until his body covers yours. Your grip is firm on the back of his neck as you guide his mouth to yours.

You both moan into the kiss, starting slowly before the build of emotion is just too much for you to resist kissing him hard.

He kisses over your jaw and neck, giving you a moment to breathe before his lips are on your again.

He slots his thigh between your legs and you press your dripping centre against it shamelessly, happy to feel some relief.

You know you should wait a little longer and get more prep work done but you can't. You can't fight the fire burning inside you to take him.

He falls onto his back easily when you break the kiss to give him a hard shove.

He smiles, gripping your hips as you straddle him.

"If this is a punishment then I should do bad things more often," Billy teases.

You playfully smack his hip and he lets out a groan. You watch his face redden substantially and he looks away from you for a second.

Does he like it when you hit him?

You table the conversation for later as you adjust your hips and reach for his erection.

Sliding onto his cock isn't easy, and you have to take several deep breaths throughout, groaning at the little pinch of pain, as he fills every inch of you.

"So good Billy, fuck." You sigh, he nods mindlessly in agreement.

You start slow, rocking your hips against his, his hands on your hips grip so tightly that he leaves and indent of his ring behind on your skin- as if you needed another reminder that you're his.

You hiss, increasing the pace of your rocking, the muscles in your thighs burn from overuse.

You remember how he told you that he liked it when you ride him, and you decide to make things more difficult for him.

You grab his wrists, pinning them beside him as you lean down to kiss him.

Billy gasps, his breath his hot in your mouth and when you pause your hips to catch your breath, he groans loudly.

"Hit me." He asks quietly, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes.

Your breath catches in your throat.

"You- Are you sure?" You ask easily.

He swallows, nodding, and when you give him a gentle tap on the cheek, his laugh is filled with delirium.

"No baby, harder."

You bite down on your lip, doing as he says.

He groans, pushing his hips up into you. You gasp in surprise, feeling him fuck into you easily from below, your hips moving together in harmony.

"Hit me again, please." He begs and you can't resist him.

It's a proper slap, and his face gets turned to the side. His cheek is red but all he can do is groan loudly and fuck upwards into you.

You're a little surprised at his reaction, and he gives you a heated look before he grips your wrists, sitting up so that he's face to face with you.

He grips both your wrists in one hand and smiles, leaning in to kiss you before he's sucking a mark into your collarbone.

You groan his name and his pace increases.

"You feel so fucking good. I don't think I'm gonna last." He says desperately and you nod your head easily.

"It's okay, I'm close too. You can cum when you're ready."

He groans. His hips hammering up into yours, cock fully fucking you hard like there'll never be another time.

"I'm sorry I did all those things. I just wanted to be yours." He says in between breaths.

"Shhh Billy, we can talk about it later, I'm so close." You reply, too cock drunk to keep your head up so you tuck it into the crook of his neck.

You pull your hands from his grip behind your back, digging them into his biceps as you let out little whines, close to orgasm.

"Yours." Billy breathes, "I'm all yours."

You clench down around him hard, gasping as your orgasm hits, he holds you down on his cock as you trigger his orgasm too. You cling to him like a lifeline as you come down, you stay with your face buried in his chest, exhaustion from the entire day finally catching up to you.

"You mean that?" You ask, half asleep, sighing as you listen to him catch his breath.

His hand is on the back of your head, keeping you close.

"Every word." He confirms.

Falling asleep in his arms is easy after that.

A/N: yeah so I'll correct any mistakes I made later 💓

#reblog #billy russo x reader #dark!billy russo #I need to read this again with the prev chapters 🤔

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