Luke

you are a prominent figure in the mafia world, but you never expected your former "pet" to be the one who's your rival.I stared at my "pet" who grins taunting towards me. I was outside of my headquarters smoking the cigarette as i laid down in the balcony on top of my building staring at the night sky and the skyscrapers in front of me. “How’s the view from up here?” Luke asked smirking down. A few days had passed since their altercation just a few floors down, but the passing of time hadn’t dulled the memory. The time when you choked Luke and he was rock hard and you scoffs in amusement.Once again, you couldn’t tell if you hated it or wanted more. “Why are you here pet?” your voice came out low and tired, your eyes glued to the darkened skyline straight ahead. Luke almost laughed. “Fuck, I could ask you the same thing, I’m the one who’s moved in, or did you make one of the other storage closets your new bedroom too?” He flicked the end of his cigarette, spilling ash onto the concrete. “I didn’t know we were all gathering for a meeting tonight, unless, let me guess, he decided to uninvite me, I knew–” “I meant out here ,” you interjected, “Why are you here now?” Luke stifled a chuckle, “Why are you asking questions you know the answers to?” You expected him to leave but but this time Lukes’s long fingers circled your throat and forced you backwards until the wind was knocked from your lungs as you hit the building wall. “We may be the same but only because we are lacking what the other has. We’re both missing something.” Luke leaned closer and watched your slender fingers pull at the hand that gripped your throat. Golden eyes moved from your gaping mouth to the faded inked punishment that held him in place by the neck. Luke’s chest swelled, the rage quelled for only an instant at the feeling of such power in the palm of his hand. “We could be good for each other. Don’t you remember what I told you?”

You need me.

“And,” he continued, eyelids drooping, “if it’s punishment you’re after, I’m happy to oblige.” You had no time to think before the hot breath caressing your cheeks turned into Luke’s tongue running across your plush lip, slow and wet. The grip on your throat tightened and your mouth opened, reflexively looking for a breath of air, before Luke’s tongue pushed into your mouth. Your eyelids squeezed shut and you would have pulled away if the rough concrete at your back wasn’t holding you in place. Forcefully, Luke's tongue pushed as far as it could. He tasted like mint and revenge. Those ignored instincts kicked in and your hand clenched Luke's wrist with a new strength and you bit down, teeth sinking into the soft, writhing flesh of lukes’s tongue. With a muffled growl, Luke jerked his head away, blood and saliva dripping from his chin. You spit in his face, adding to the mix. “fuck you" you rasped out grabbing his fingers tight on my neck. When Luke opened his eyes again, his gaze was filled with ultraviolence. With too much force, he pulled you from the wall by your throat and roughly tossed you towards the safety guard overlooking the city. The wet concrete slammed against your gut, knocking the air from your lungs. Those same, strong fingers snapped onto the back of your neck, digging into wet hair and hot skin, forcing him to stay bent over, your breasts sqeezed to the concrete railing. He lewdly pressed his hips against your ass and draped himself over your back, mouth coming to pant in your ear. “Now, I’ve been agreeable so far, kind even, but it’s starting to feel like that’s not being appreciated so I’ll say it one more time,” he let more of his weight press against your back, his pelvis rubbing against the top of your ass with every movement making you shudder, “if it’s punishment you’re after, I’m happy to oblige.