Tainted

13

~Sebastian~

"Nicky. I am making myself perfectly clear. That girl has so much as a hair out of place on her body when I get back I will make sure you live long enough to feel every single bone in your body break do you understand?" He nodded.

"Not a hair." I pulled the cigarettes out of the inside pocket of my jacket, took one last look at the car, and walked away with Dorian.

"He's definitely here? I'm not wasting my time?"

"No. Stephen is sat with him." I took in a long inhale. "Why's she here Bash? You're never late when you make plans."

"There was a change to the fucking plans Dorian. It doesn't matter what those are. Get used to her being around I don't intend on her being far away if I can help it."

"I never thought I'd live to see the day Sebastian Di Leo goes soft." I snarled, glared at him.

"Want to say that again with my gun at your head? You may be one of 3 people I trust Dorian but I am not afraid of cutting that number down if you make assumptions I won't." He nodded, taking the note as I tossed the finished cigarette to the floor and entered the abandoned factory.

This couldn't have been timed better really. I was not happy about needing to dive in and get Poppy away from that piece of shit and I didn't really have the ability to fuck him up like he deserves. Not whilst Pip was still there and not mine. No that would inevitably cause more issues for her.

I storm into the room staring at the thief tied to the chair in the middle of the space.

I needed to clear some of this anger before I got back to her. She didn't need me losing my temper. I didn't let the guy have a chance at explaining. Stealing merchandise was a dumb idea. But stealing it to sell it himself and keep the profits was pure stupidity. My fist collided with him over and over again until Dorian untied him and I continued, sending him collapsing to the floor unconscious. That didn't stop me. Men like him had no respect for other people's businesses or lives. He didn't deserve the life he had. Selfish and untrustworthy. There's not much I can stand less. Except a man that touches a woman without her permission.

I continued until his breathing ceased, slamming his head into the ground one last time for good measure, standing up as the blood poured out of his skull.

"Get Hawke in here. I want this guy's hands in a box." Dorian raised an eyebrow at me. "Not for me. I want them sending to someone with a personalised note." I turned to Stephen. "Want to prove yourself useful?"

"Yes."

"When Hawke gives you the box, get the address and note from Christian. Fuck this up and I'll replace his hands with yours." He nodded and I turned, leaving the corpse in his probably uncapable hands. It wasn't close to what I wanted but it'd have to do. I sent Chris a quick text, telling him what I wanted and to make sure it was done. I know if Chris was involved, it would be.

Walking back out into the unfiltered daylight I looked down at the blood-stained shirt and hands. She's gonna see it all eventually. Better her know it now right? What she's signing up for if she agrees. I approached the car slowly, hearing her muffled laughter as I got closer which told me it was damn loud. There's not a lot of sounds I would gladly sit and listen to on repeat all day. Pip's laugh I could.

I pulled the door open, the car quickly falling to silence.

"Out." Nicky slipped out of the car and I stared at him. "Help Stephen. Make sure he doesn't fuck it up." He nodded, leaving as I slipped into the car and facing Pip. She stared at the blood, quickly looking up at my face. I can't pinpoint the emotion but it wasn't fear. Not the fear I knew Poppy could have on her face. No. She's looking at me like there's nothing there. Like it's the design on the shirt. Not like I've just killed a man. So fucking innocent. I want to wrap her hair through my fingertips and show her how she should be treated. Those perfect peachy lips need to know attraction rather than violence. Fuck it. No more waiting.

I leaned over, pushing my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her forward until I could feel her lips on mine. I used my other hand to cup her face as she gasped, sucking in a hard breath. It took what felt like hours but was most likely seconds before she responded, kissing me back. A groan of approval snapped in my throat and I pulled back, letting go and shoving my seat backwards.

"Come here."

"What?"

"Sit. Here." I pointed at my lap and Pip swallowed carefully climbing across the centre panel with my help. I just needed her closer. I pulled her cardigan off, nodding at the bruises covering her skin. "Doing okay?" She nodded and I trailed my hands up her arms to cup her face again, pulling her back down to me, her hands instantly landed on my chest, curling around my shirt to pull me closer. A quiet moan rumbled in her throat as I tugged her bottom lip between my teeth, pushing my tongue between them and slipping it into her mouth.

She tastes like strawberries and pineapple and peppermint. Smells like flowers I can't name and spices. The feel of her in my lap, grabbing onto me, breathing against me, the warmth of her tongue fighting mine for dominance. All of it. She's suffocating me. I'm completely smothered in everything Poppy O'Neill and despite feeling like I'm drowning all I can think is I need more.

Her hips shift slightly and my cock becomes very aware how easy it would be to unzip my pants and slip into her under the dress. She does it again and I break the kiss, using one hand to grab her hip and keep her still. I'm not rushing it. She moves again and I dig my fingers into her hip, the groan in my throat letting her know what she was doing. Though I had a feeling she could feel it and she was seeking out the friction for herself. I was kind of interested to see if she'd get herself off like this. To me covered in blood, in the car outside of an abandoned factory after she almost had something terrible happen to her an hour ago. So, I stop trying to restrict her and let her have control.

She pulls her lips back from me, resting her forehead on mine as she pants for air, continuing to grind on me.

"You're getting yourself off in my lap Pip." She nodded, pulling her lip between her teeth. I shuffled myself down a little and she moved to get a better angle. "Better?"

"Uh-huh." This was so fucking hot. Watching her get closer and closer without me even needing to be touching her. Just using my body to give herself what she wanted. I wanted her to feel in control of this. I ran my hands up her thighs slowly, lifting the dress with it up to her hips where I held on lightly. I could see the colour change in her basic cotton underwear, dark grey around where she was rubbing, puddling in her pants over me.

"Look at you. Fucking angel looking for her orgasm hm?" She lifted her head from mine and nodded. "Keep going Pip. Make yourself come. Let me see those panties dripping over the feel of my cock for you."

"I-I'm close."

"Keep going Pip. Give that cunt what it wants." She whispered a moan as I watched. Her face, pussy. Over and over again. Burning it to memory. "You're so fucking hot Pip. Gonna come on me huh? Gonna sit in your cum for the rest of the day like a dirty little slut?"

"Yes- oh god." Her movements got shaky, breathing deepening as her head fell back on her shoulders, the grip she had on my shirt tightening with her body before instantly relaxing. I looked down, smirking at how fucking wet her pants were for me. "Fuck." She slowly pulled her head back, looking at me with flushed cheeks and swollen lips that made me twitch. "I- that-" I pulled my hands out from under the dress, grabbing her face and pulling her back down before she could apologize. She had nothing to apologize for. I'll be thinking about this for the next month. I pulled back, pushing my forehead into hers and smirking.

"You're going to kill me." She breathed out a laugh.

"I'll marry you Sebastian."

"It wasn't going to be a question after this baby. You're fucking mine."