Club Vortex [OPEN]

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“So, what can you tell me about this guy?”

Our scene opens as we see Malcolm Fontaine, the son of the deceased billionaire - Richard Fontaine. Him, along with the driver and passengers in the backseat of a car, are all looking upon a nightclub of Bludhaven in the evening. In large, brightly lit words, the top of the club’s building has a sign which reads “Club Vortex”. The driver of the car glances over to his boss, speaking in his gruff voice “He’s nothing. Just some small-timer thinking he’s a big-timer because he owns a club…owns one for now, anyway.”

Nodding his head in response, Malcolm places one of his cigarettes in his mouth, pulling out a lighter to ignite the end of it. He inhales before pulling the cigarette from his lips, blowing out some smoke. “Well, let’s not waste any more time.” Malcolm puts the cancer stick back in his mouth before opening the car door, stepping out, the other people in the car following his lead. The smug young businessman makes his way to the doors of the VIP club, they are immediately (though, not unexpectedly) stopped by the bodyguard at the door.

“Now, before you tell us to get lost…” The businessman looks over to one of the men, who pass the bodyguard a roll of cash, which the intimidatingly large man counts before stepping to the side, allowing the group entry. “Easier than I thought. Let’s head inside.” Following Fontaine, the group all head inside, and as if they have some kind of experience when it comes to the layout of these kinds of buildings, they all make their way up the steep-ish stairs before approaching a door which is guarded by two men rather than one. Much like the one on the outside of the club, they are both large, intimidating in their own way, each wearing a pair of sunglasses and earpieces.

“Beat it.” One of them pipes up, before the other gives a nod of the head. “Yeah. Boss isn’t taking any visitors.”

“Relax, you two. We’re here to make a deal.” On cue, one of Malcolm’s men raises the briefcase they’re holding, opening it up to reveal what looks to be millions in cash before closing it over and letting it hang from their fingertips. “If you two want to keep your jobs when I take over this place, I strongly suggest stepping aside.” The two bodyguards look over to each other, shrugging their shoulders, each stepping to the side.

One of the men open the door, allowing Malcolm and his group to all walk into the large office, which has a wall-sized window showing the clubbers down below. The scrawny little man behind the desk shakes a little bit as all the men enter the office, he manages to get out a few words “W-What is the meaning of t-this…?” The man with the briefcase makes his way over to the desk, throwing the briefcase down on it, Malcolm steps forward as he does so. “I’ll keep things short and sweet. I’m here to buy your club. Two million. I think it’s a fair amount of cash, don’t you?”

“N-No! No I don’t! I make more than that a month!” The current owner of the club slams his clenched fist down onto the desk before pointing to the door. “T-take your money and get out of my club!”

Malcolm sighs. “I was hoping you’d just take the retirement gift…we’re really going to have to do things the hard way, aren’t we?” He snaps his fingers together as the two hired men behind him slowly approach the desk, towering over the man.

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After around thirty minutes, the now bloodied and beaten owner of the club is on the ground, getting kicked and stomped on by his hired men. Malcolm folds his arms, looking down at him and shaking his head. “You had your chance to leave with the money. Now I’m taking over without paying a cent…” he shakes his head “Look, this is your last chance before you leave here on a one-way ticket to the morgue. Give me the lease.”

“A-Alright, alright!” Shaking in fear and agony, the man scuffles to his feet as he quickly makes his way around the desk, pulling open one of the drawers and searching through his papers for a bit before pulling out a contract, placing it in front of them. “I love this place…but…it’s not worth my life…just take it…please.”

“Smart man. Get out of here. If you call the cops, you know what’ll happen to you. I’m not going to waste my breath even telling you.”

Nodding his head frantically, the man takes the chance to run out of the office and club as fast as he can before Malcolm changes his mind. The billionaire makes his way around the desk, sitting himself down on the comfortable arm-chair, kicking his feet up on the desk and placing his hands behind his head. “Well, that was a bit tougher than I wanted, but, it was worth it…looks like we won’t be spending all of our time in a warehouse anymore, boys.” Smirking and nodding his head, Malcolm looks out of the window at the club with the lights flashing and loud blaring music, admiring his new property.

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With Rocco prepared to leave for his trip and the tip-off that she was being hunted by the infamous assassin, Sofia had at first considered hiding in plain sight. Of course, eventually her paranoia would overwhelm her and she would find herself jumping at any resemblance of that combination of slate gray and burnt orange. It was starting now as she requested another five-thousand dollar bottle for the booth that she currently sat in. Her eyes darted around the exotic venue quickly, unable to settle or relax. Sofia knew he was coming for her, she just didn’t know when. The brunette raised the flute to her lips and tipped the remaining contents into her mouth. The house was packed this evening, but no one dared approach her other than the small, half-circle of acquaintances that she had surrounded herself with.

The brunette was absent of the conversation that continued around her, voices raised in attempt to speak over the pounding music. The nudge from the individual beside her caused the brunette to jump, a scowl quickly replacing the emotionless expression. Her hand clenched into a tight fist around the empty flute, though she did nothing from there. Causing a scene was the last thing she needed right now. One thing she was convinced that she needed was to move around. Tipping her empty class so that it would be filled, Sofia excused herself from the group for a moment before she looked toward the upper level of the club once more, paranoid to see the masked man’s gaze trained on her. Once again, he was not there – but her mind would not rest.

There was something remotely out of the usual. A man scurried quickly in and out of view. His body was beaten and he walked with an obvious pain. Blood trickled from his face and onto the colored tiles of the vortex. Few noticed, but the man quickly pushed through a door which Sofia had familiarized as an exit from her constant vigilance. Part of her wanted to follow him- but then her eyes grew wide. Was it him? No- it wasn’t the assassins work. He was quick and far from sloppy. The brunette ascended the spiral, glass staircases that lead to the upper level. The brunette followed the trail of blood. The music dulled only slightly, though Sofia could still feel the vibrations from the bass.

Two burly men stood guarding a door. Sofia could quickly assume what was behind it. She used men with similar silhouettes as body guards of her own. Speaking of which, loud thundering footsteps from behind her signified the arrival of one. His face was red as he had nearly sprinted to follow the brunette, fully aware of her little situation. His size rivaled the two that stood at their post, but Sofia didn’t even bother look to him. Instead, she leaned forward and wiped some of the sticky, dark blood from the floor and brought it to her face for inspection. Emotionless, she looked back to the guards. “Move aside. Or it will be your blood to decorate the floor next.” She traced her finger down the nearest guards’ chest, smearing the blood on his collared shirt.

Sofia pushed open the doors, eyes falling on instantly on the man seated at the desk. She stopped in her tracks and blinked for a moment. A small, ‘oh’ surfaced from her lips as the small trace of emotion slid from her features. Taking an absent-minded sip from the glass in her hand, her eyes fell back on the familiar face once more, memories flooding back into her head. “You should probably fire the two out there,” she said with a sigh, gesturing behind her. “Then again, I highly doubt that anyone who is daft enough to work for you is any more qualified for their replacement.”

sofia is wearing this: I am toooooo lazy to make a set.

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“Well then…one of you go get me a drink, please?” One of the two men give a nod, turning around as they begin to walk toward the door, but before they even make it close, it swings open revealing a very familiar woman. Both of Malcolm’s men pull out their loaded guns and aim them it to her, Malcolm raises his hand to stop them, making them look in confusion before holstering them. Listening to what she has to say, the billionaire son gives a little bit of a chuckle as he rocks back and forth on the chair while leaning back comfortably.

With a grin spread across his lips, knowing full well who she is and not showing a hint of anger despite the past they’ve had, Malcolm clears his throat before responding “Still as kind as ever, I see.” Lowering his feet down from his newly acquired desk, he stands up off of his chair and makes his way around to the front of the desk, folding his arms across his chest. “And I’ll have you know those two fine gentlemen out there are newly employed…wouldn’t be very nice to get rid of them so quickly, would it?”

“Uh, boss?” one of his men pipe up, causing Malcolm’s eyes to shift to the side to him, not bothering to respond. “W-Who is this chick? Friend of yours?”

Giving a single ‘hah’ under his breath, the mobster shakes his head. “Hardly.” Unfolding his arms, he slowly walks up to the visitor, glaring directly into her eyes. “Boys, this woman is a bit like lily of the valley…sure, she may look absolutely stunning…” His smile curls down into a scowl as he turns his back to her to face his men. “But she’s toxic.”

“So uh…why aren’t we killing her, exactly?” Letting out a sigh, Malcolm makes his way back over to the desk before turning back to Sofia. “Because she’s not worth the bullets…plus, she’s a guest. We should treat our guests with respect…”

“Didn’t I tell you to go get me a drink? Make it a bottle. Bring two glasses.” Nodding his head, the hired henchman quickly makes his way past Sofia and heads toward the bar to complete his order.

“So, here to blackmail me some more? If so, you’ll be wasting your time.”

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She couldn’t help but smirk at his comment. “You should know better, Malcolm. I don’t change for anyone.” Her presence alone commanded the room, her threatening looks basically daring for his men to come anywhere near her. The capable young woman would be able to disarm each man and turn the tables in a matter of seconds. It wouldn’t be entirely as easy considering the tight outfit that she was wearing, but part of her knew that it wouldn’t come to that despite how bitter her ex-boyfriend maybe.

Sofia glanced back toward the imbecile in the hallway. A false peel of laughter fell from the brunettes lips as she made herself comfy and perched herself up on his new desk rather than taking one of the seats before it. Crossing one long leg over another, a sigh fell from her lips. “See, and that is how we are different. If something doesn’t work, I correct it.” Leaning forward slightly, her devious smirk only widened. “Whereas here you are….so eager to deal with mediocrity.”

Her introduction was more than fitting. The brunette practically lit up with the flattering compliment, though the distain and scowl seemed to the icing on the top of her cake. With a simple shrug, she discarded what were only meant to be insults. “I’ve been called worse.”

It wasn’t until one of his oafs spoke out once more did Sofia’s smirk fade. She turned to him with a sinister glare. “And because you would be dead before you even got within a foot of me.” Her nose wrinkled in disgust as she further contemplated punishing the brutish, large man. First he insulted her by not knowing who she was and then his idiotic comment only proved her point once more. “And I will say it again,” She said in a sing-song voice. “Mediocrity. Are you sure you know what you are doing?”

The brunette reached up to ruffle Malcolm’s hair. Her attention turned to the drink that was being made, assumingly for her. She watched as it was prepared out sheer paranoia. Sofia wasn’t new to this game and she wasn’t above poison, was he? “Well, I was considering it. But surely you don’t want me to embarrass you in front of your friends.” Her smirk returned, wondering if he would risk sending his security away.

sofia is wearing this: I am toooooo lazy to make a set.

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The henchman shuffles his way back across the office with a small glass filled with dark red wine, almost identical to the shade of blood, perhaps rather fitting considering the people occupying the room. As Malcolm grasps the glass in his hand, he holds it up as if to toast Sofia before giving a small sip and placing it on the desk. The henchman grabs another glass filled with the same contents, handing it to Sofia as Malcolm swallows the contents of the wine in his mouth. “I dunno what you’re doing here.” Sighing to himself a little bit, Malcolm continues, “Maybe you’re stalking me…wouldn’t put it past you.”

Malcolm brushes his shoe against the grey carpet at his feet, noticing there’s still some blood from the forceful takeover, rolling his eyes a bit. “Great, I’ll have to get that cleaned…”

“You want us to stay here, boss?” The member of Fontaine’s crew gives a shifty glance over to Sofia before back to his boss. “She ain’t gonna try anything, is she?”

“Nah, she won’t.” Malcolm raises his glass, taking a second sip of the wine and allowing it to move down his throat. “I think she just wants to catch up on old times…”

“Well, boss, if you’re sure…”

“I’m sure, Tommy. Go home and see your kids, it’s getting late.” Malcolm passes by the henchman with the glass in hand, making his way back around the desk and sitting down on the chair, taking another sip. He watches as the one named ‘Tommy’ nods his head, thanks Malcolm and leaves the room, making his way out of the club. This just leaves Malcolm, Sofia and one last henchman who has his eyes set on the vixen, making sure she doesn’t try any sudden moves.

“You know, you can call me mediocre, a nobody or whatever lie is ready to come out of your mouth next…” Malcolm’s eyes shoot to glare at Sofia. “But I’m not the same guy you knew before…I’m not just some daddies boy or common street thug anymore…I’ve become so much more. Hell, if you didn’t screw things up, you could be joining me on my rise to the top…” The billionaire’s eyes look down to the floor with a scowl. “What a waste.”

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While she had already had quite a bit to drink downstairs, she couldn’t refuse a nice, robust glass of red wine. The moment he took a sip she followed, raising her glass slightly to follow his toast and nodding graciously seeing as he had decided to do so. It was nothing more than a nicety. While she didn’t care for the man before her, she knew that he despised her – which is what made this all the more fun. “I’m sure it would make your life much less boring if I were.” She answered, taking another small sip to hide the hint of a smile that played on her lips.

Her gaze followed his downward, eyes lighting up at the trace of blood. Sofia had always had an unusual obsession with the substance. The brunette had to blink in order to prevent the tunnel vision that had already began to set in. “I’m sure your daddy dearest can afford to do so. “ Crossing one long leg over the other as she continued to sit perched on top of his desk, a cackle flew from her lips at his words. Clearly, he didn’t know her as well as he thought he did. “He said to leave, fool. I promise I will wait to murder him once you are long gone.” She joked, but in a sinister tone.

Submissive to her glass of wine once more, she waited until the men left, leaving the two of them alone. “I love that after all these years you still do as I say. One of the few decent qualities that you possess.” As almost if she could not contain it, a roar of laughter flew from her lips after his sediment. “Rise to the top? Why- I’m already there, darling! In case you haven’t noticed.” She stood up.

While she was considered tall for a woman, even in her heels she didn’t strive to his height, though she was convinced that she didn’t need the height to be intimidating. “So you took over a club. Congrats.” She began, setting her wine down to offer a mocking round of applause. “That still doesn’t even touch my empire.” Sofia whispered, biting her lip with almost a giddy expression on her face, standing dangerously close to him.

sofia is wearing this: I am toooooo lazy to make a set.

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“Your empire?” chuckling a little bit, Malcolm shakes his head mockingly, clearly not taking her statement seriously. He’s not dumb, obviously – he knows how powerful and dangerous the Falcone family can be, however, his new found power in the crime underbelly of Bludhaven has gave him quite the ego, one he didn’t have too much of when the two dated.

With a sip of the wine, giving it a small taste before swallowing, the billionaire places the glass down onto the desk. “Let’s be real, Soph. It’s not yours. It’s your family’s empire…unlike you, I’m the only man rising to power, and I don’t need the support of family. Not anymore.”

Interlacing his fingers as he places his hands together, he bends them to give a crack of the knuckles before putting his hands behind his head, leaning back in his newly obtained chair. “Speaking of “your” empire, I would be more than happy to do business with the Falcone family. I don’t hold grudges.”

With a shrug of the shoulders, he continues. “I imagine that’s why you’re still here, right? What other reason could you possibly have to spend your time chatting with an ex who you clearly hate?” Moving his hands back over his head, he places them under his chin and rests his elbows on the desk, looking at Sofia with a resentful glare.

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Her nostrils flared as her dark eyes focused on him once more, sending a heated look in his direction. There were few in this world who would dare speak to her in such a way. With looks that could kill and resources that could do even worse at her fingertips, she was a very intimidating woman. She took another sip of her wine before turning it over, empting the rich-red contents onto the floor. “Opps.” She mouthed, a hint of a smirk on her lips.

Her grip tightened around the slender stem of the wine glass. “First off, don’t call me Soph. You know I hate that.” She said with a roll of her eyes. “And what makes you think you can be so successful? Good looks and a trust fund will only get you so far.”

Still perched on the edge of his desk, a forced laugh flew from her lips at his offer. She turned her body toward him. The slit in the side of her dress was fashionably held together with a handful of clasps, exposing her smooth skin underneath. Hands now gripping the edge of the desk, a devilish smirk played on her dark lips. “You’d have to convince me.”

What was she doing here? Honestly, she didn’t really think that she would be running into her ex of all people. It was alarming to see he was doing so well, but she was determined to be both the highlight and the downfall of his day. “Well, you know me. If I see a trail of blood then I must follow it.” She leaned forward displaying a fair amount of cleavage.

sofia is wearing this: I am toooooo lazy to make a set.
ooc: not my best <3 will make it up to you next time!!!

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Unfortunately, she’s right, he does know her. Far too well. Her posture, her tone and the look in her eyes – he knows what she’s up to, and it seems to be the same thing that happens every time the two of them encounter each other. Considering he’s used to this kind of situation at this point, Malcolm manages to maintain his composure and not stare at her exposed flesh like some kind of love struck perverse teenage boy. Almost at a flawless pace, he moves his hand out and grasps hold of the glass of alcohol, not too fast to seem eager to get out the situation and not too slow to seem intimidated.

Lifting it and pressing the top at his lips, he tilts it and pours the remains of the wine into his mouth, swallowing the entirety with an audible gulp. He examines the now emptied glass, giving a small shrug before placing the glass back down in its original spot. The billionaire businessman’s hand moves to his chest, undoing two of the top buttons on his white dress shirt to expose a bit of his chest, a little bit of a smug smirk on his face as he does so. “How about this summer heat, huh?”

With his elbows still rested on the desk, Malcolm raises his right hand, gently brushing his fingertips over the soft cheek of Sofia, leaning towards her so their faces are mere inches away from each other, keeping this position held for a few seconds before the silence is broken. “I think I’ll need some more wine.” Turning away, he gets up off of his chair and makes his way around the desk, lifting his glass on the way by and moving over to the bar area, starting to fill his drink. “So…you want me to convince you, do you?”

Sliding the cork back into the bottle, Fontaine turns around with his now full glass of wine resting on his hand, leaning back against the bar. “And just why should I convince you? Quite frankly, I think you’re the one who should be convincing me…” With a cocky wink, he takes a sip of the wine – like a metaphorical game of chess, he awaits Sofia’s next move.

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Sofia snaked her body as he moved toward her, daring to expose even more skin than the slit exposing nearly the entire right side of her body. She was desirable to most if they could get past her manic tendencies and constant abusive comments. Sofia was graced with her mother’s beauty and her father’s manipulative ways. When the Falcone wanted something she was always quick to get it, and yet hear Malcom was trying to have the upper hand. It was driving her crazy, though there was no give away in her face that he was winning. She wouldn’t be the first to surrender to undeniable tension without doing so on her own terms.

Sofia rolled her eyes. “You are impossible.” Talking about the weather? Honestly, she should have known it was just an attempt to get a reaction out of her. He was playing her game and doing so very well… a little too well. Her eyes lingered to his traveling hands as they undid the first few buttons of his shirt. Wrinkling her nose as he reached toward her face, she absent-mindedly flinched. Sofia Falcone was not used to such a soft touch. He leaned toward her but she refused to meet him despite how bad that she wanted to.

She scowled when he finally moved away. Her chest was rising and falling underneath the thin material. Her fingernails dug into the wood of his new desk as she cleared her face of all emotion. Forcing a laugh, she sauntered toward him, “Convince you? To join the efforts of the most powerful family in the city? I think you would be daft to refuse.” She stood close to him, her body against his as she grabbed the stem of his wine glass. Sofia brought the glass too her lips and took a large sip before setting it down on the bar beside them. “But this isn’t an invitation.”

With that, she pressed her full lips to his, locking him in a passionate kiss. Sofia ran her hands down his broad shoulders, to the length of his arms and finally met his hands. She placed his hands on her lower back. The taste of the rich wine was on both of their lips. Despite how entrapped she was in the moment, she pulled away briefly and rose her hand. Striking him across the face with a great amount of force, a coy smirk played on her lips as she waited for his retaliation.

sofia is wearing this: I am toooooo lazy to make a set.
ooc: godmodded a little, but it is hard not too with this kind of thing? Let me know if I need to change and I totally can <3 Or you can just do whatever you want to her in your post.

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Malcolm is caught off-guard by the kiss, but nonetheless complies in returning it, roughly pushing his lips against hers as his hands slowly drift down to her backside, grasping at it firmly. He’s become rather familiar with these kinds of encounters with Sofia, partially the reason he sent his men home – he had a gut feeling it would lead to this. It always does. Another thing that he’s become used to is being pushed away and forcefully slapped across the face – it’s powerful, making any ordinary woman’s most angered slap feel playful. The taste of blood fills Malcolm’s mouth as he takes a step back, rubbing at his cheek, an eyebrow raised and a smug smirk still spread across his lips.

“It’s always the hitting with you, isn’t it?” Rolling his eyes and allowing a sigh to escape his lips, Malcolm turns his head away for a moment before turning back, throwing his arms out and grabbing her firmly by the hips as she lifts her and drops her down onto the top of his newly acquired desk, brushing off the various papers and other clutter that gathered around her. The billionaire plants his hands down on the desk, tilting his head and pushing his lips back against hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth, wrestling with hers as he does so.

His hands move to his own shirt, undoing the remaining buttons of it to reveal his slim and muscular torso, ever so slightly coated with sweat, now realizing the intensity of the entire encounter may be getting to him a little bit. Fontaine grabs at Sofia’s wrists, slamming them down on the desk above her head to pin her down firmly to it like a pair of fleshy handcuffs. The kiss is broken as he does this, glaring down into her eyes with lust, challenging her to make her next move. “Well, I can say you certainly know how to convince me…”

Malcolm’s tongue slides across his lips at the sight laying on his desk, keeping her wrists planted down as he leans down, parting his lips so he can push them against the exposed flesh of Sofia’s neck, kissing at it hungrily. Deciding to pay her back for the slap with a little pain of his own, he slowly sinks his teeth into the skin, biting at the side of her neck with a soft groan of excitement. He can’t help but chuckle slightly under his breath, knowing his advantage over her won’t last too much longer. She’s too good to beat this easily.

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The kiss escalated within seconds. Sofia’s hidden agenda that she had withheld until they were completely alone had now surfaced. It was a hard urge to resist. It seemed like when she wasn’t trying to get money out of the man before her, they were usually doing something along these lines. However, it wasn’t as though the brunette felt anything for him. No, if anything she loved to hate him more than anything. Until now she had always considered him an easy target but it seemed that Malcolm was making great strides in his career as a crime boss. Of course, Sofia would never admit such a thing out loud, but only hurl insults with any chance she was given.

Palms pressed to the desk and her ample chest heaving, she bit her lip mischievously. The sight of blood caused the tunnel vision to set in. It was a sick and twisted fascination of hers to make someone bleed. Goosebumps surfaced across her tanned skin as she watched him wipe his lip. Digging her fingernails into the wood to prevent herself from doing it again, Sofia knew she needed to pace herself. “I was hoping to leave a bigger mark,” she pouted as if her point had not been received.

He moved toward her quickly, his hands causing the material of her dress to ride up her shapely thighs. Her breathing came out in sharp, quick gasps as she helped shove the papers off of the desks surface. Running her fingers through his hair, Sofia intentionally grabbed tight, painful handfuls of the man’s hair. It wasn’t until she noticed his hands leaving her hourglass frame to undo the buttons on his shirt did she relocate her own wandering hands. Assisting him in the removal of his shirt by seizing tight handfuls of the fabric, Sofia gave a mighty jerk to rip the buttons from the garment. Smirking through the smooch, she wanted to humiliate him even after their time was over by having him leave the club with a torn, disheveled shirt that the young woman was sure cost a good amount of money.

Her hands almost automatically reached for his toned abdomen, only to be caught off guard when he tightly seized her wrists. In a quick motion, she found her bare back against the cold surface of the desk, wrists trapped above her head. Though emotion usually avoided the brunette’s face, it was almost hard to hide the shock. Sofia gave struggled to test how eager he was to keep her in such a vulnerable position, but she didn’t break free despite how convinced she was that she could. “One of my many, many talents.” She informed breathlessly.

Still, she leaned back and foolishly surrendered as he nipped at her neck. She even as much as craned her neck as to allow him better access – though she was convinced that she had him so riled up at this point that he was going to do what he wanted regardless. It was Malcolm’s next move that seemed to put the fire back in her eyes. He bit down, hard. A moan turned shriek left her lips when she realized his intentions. Attempting to shoot upward, she was quickly reminded of his tight grip around her slender wrists. The brunette turned her head to block him and looked up at him with a scowl. “I have a fiancée, idiot. No marks.” Sofia demanded in a harsh whisper.

The leggy heiress wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing her dress to slide up even further upwards and her back to arch slightly. Purposely, she used the position to point her toes forward and dig the sharp spikes of her heels painfully into his lower back in search of a reaction. “Go get that shirt.” She ordered once more, eager to see if he would actually listen to her or continue this fight for the top.

sofia is wearing this: I am toooooo lazy to make a set.
ooc: godmodded a little again. Will change if needed <3