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she should feel far too exposed under the table like that, but instead all she feels is power. she knows that not a damn one of them could touch her while she was like this, couldn't make a move on her now that it was clear that she and elijah were the most dangerous people in this room. she sucks happily on his cock as she listens to the mens pleas for mercy, their agreement to his terms in return for it. she smirks around him, releasing his cock from her mouth as she climbs up his body, hands on his shoulder as she lines up his cock and sinks down on it with a quiet moan. "can't we just kill them, baby? it's so much more fun." she rocks her hips against his, looking over her shoulder to smirk at the rest of them.

elijah just let out a pleased hum as she slowly bobbed her head, winding his fingers into her dark locks as his gaze remained cold and impartial as he glanced at the other men around the table. as boring as business was, he couldn't deny the fact he was getting off on showing off how one of their most prized members was now so willing to get on her knees for him. it made listening to their pathetic offer of reconciliation slightly more bearable. "i hope you didn't think you could buy my forgiveness with money. to be frank i already have more than you could ever dream of offering me." elijah stated. "what i will accept is territory, your east side is blocking what would be a direct path for my suppliers to transport through. give me that, and i'll stop the counter attacks."

there's a deep sense of satisfaction when she looks over her shoulder to take in the expression on bis face, the way that he watches her and the almost revent quiet from him, only the music breaking that tension. "yeah, you like what you see?" she can't help but tease him as she lowers herself to the floor on her hands and knees, letting her skirt flip up ver her ass as she shakes it for him, thong on full display. "you know you can touch me, right? you don't need to be practically sitting on your hands up there."

Derek stayed where he was seated and simply watched her the entire time. To say he was mesmerized by her and what she was doing would be an understatement but that was what was happening here as Derek was simply unable to look away from her. When she had mentioned she could dance this certainly was the last thing he was expecting but there were no complaints from her. He wanted to touch her desperately though he held himself back. "You did but this is far better than anything I could have imagined. " He said to her as he bit his lower lip while watching her rub her pussy.

it's ridiculous how happy it makes her just simply to hear him agree to buying her food, already perked up and far happier to be in his presence. "oh, food and vulnerability go hand in hand. no one can tell me otherwise." she shrugs, following him towards the door as she shoves her hands into her pockets to brace the cold. chuckling, she turns her head to look up at him, all too amused. "you trying to get me to beg you already? buy me dinner first." she flirts shamelessly, tone entirely teasing.

malik exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little at the shift in her tone—less edge, more familiar ground. teasing, yeah, but not biting. that he can handle. "yeah, alright," he says, the corner of his mouth twitching upward like he's trying not to grin but failing anyway. "guess that's a fair trade for emotional vulnerability." he turns, already heading toward the door with a casual toss of, “but i'm not sharing my fries. don't get any ideas.” a pause, then over his shoulder—half grin, half dare—"unless you say 'please.'”

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . m / f / nb. can be a bf/gf/partner, fwb, or maybe someone she's targeting as she's an assassin.

a smile tugs on her face as her body moves, hands carding through her hair as she sways her hips. she hasn't done this since she was eighteen and fresh into the strip club, needing a way to make money and finding fun along the way. "i told you i could dance." she tells them over her shoulder, smiling as she bends down, fingers trailing down her legs before coming beack up to rub one hand over her pussy.

a smirk tugs at her lips, unable to help but tease him when he's given her the perfect opportunity to. it does soften a moment later though at how hard he's trying to make his feelings known, a struggle that the two of them share. "don't i know it." she teases idly, eyes locked on him. "i know. how about you start repaying me by buying me a burger? i'm fucking starving."

malik huffs a short breath—could've been a laugh if it weren't so dry. the hand pressed to her chest doesn't go unnoticed, and he rolls his eyes, gaze flicking away like maybe if he doesn't look directly at her, the burn of embarrassment will fade quicker. "yeah, well," he mutters, shoulders shifting in a faint shrug, "sincerity isn't exactly my strong suit." he scratches the back of his neck, suddenly very interested in the floor. "you got the gist." then, with a glance her way, quieter, but firmer: "i meant it, though."

it had never been the plan to turn on her gang. it hadn't been the plan to fall in love with her target either, but she hadn't expected him to treat her as he has, or have a touch that left her longing for him whenever he wasn't around. it's why she had turned on them, betrayed all of them to join his ranks instead, assassin and lover. it's why she gets off on this, kneeling naked under the table with his cock in her mouth. she smirks around him, revelling in every touch of his hand in her hair. arabella gazes up at him, fingers gentle against his thighs as she bobs her head slowly, unable to help herself when it came to teasing him.

open to: f/m/nb (subs only, age gaps welcome)

muse: elijah seo, 39 year old crime boss

plot: elijah is a powerful man in the criminal underworld, after making a lover out of a member of a rival gang, he proudly displays them in a meeting with their old gang members.

possible connections: lover, affair partner

"i see, so you tried to kill me, and are now begging for my forgiveness because you couldn't handle the repercussions?" elijah questioned, his gazed flickering over the faces of the other men around the table as his hand absentmindedly carded through his lover's hair under the table. it was no secret what was going on, the table was made of glass after all, and his partners naked body kneeling between his legs on the floor was meant to be a statement. something that had once belonged to them, now willingly belonged to him. was sitting so obediently for him, keeping him in their mouth as he listened to the members of their old gang grovel for his forgiveness.

"wow, that was so heartfelt. i really felt it down in my soul." sarcasm drenches from her tone, a hand pressed to her chest.

open to f

"I'm not um, real good at thank yous. or sorry's. but if you ever need me, I'm there. I owe you one."