S C O R P I O N



Makayla stabbed one of her heels between my legs.

I looked up at her with a lazy smile, sprawled out on my chair after Proximo disappeared. I ran my hand up her leg remembering those very pointed words about what she was not wearing under that gold.

"Have fun tonight?" She murmured, not breaking my gaze.

"Maybe I did." I ventured, testing her.

Her expression darkened and she leant forward on her foot. The hem of the scales slid further up her thigh and my eyes didn't miss it. "She's quite the dancer."

"She is." I answered, keeping the smile in place. The last place my mind was, was the Empress.

If there was one thing Miss Xavier was making clear, it was that women from Sector 1 in dresses were her least favourite of all. And another thing was becoming more clear. The need she felt to show me as much–was more than amusing.

She replaced her heel with her knee and pushed my shoulders back into the chair. My hands took her waist tightly against me.

"Proximo said something earlier..." She murmured near my lips.

I was lost in the floral smell of her that wrapped itself around me and the very deliberate way the cut of the dress dropped to the smooth curves of her chest. "What was that?" I asked low.

"That lots of women have thrown themselves at you before."

My smirk became devilish as I met her eyes.

"It comes with the job."

But her eyes could have burned down the Empress's tower. Her knee pressed between my legs and my grin disappeared. The room felt hotter and it was not the fire pit.

"That doesn't mean–I responded to them." I grit out as she readjusted her position on my lap and the scales of the dress rode higher.

"Can't be too careful, Scorpion. You could have your own Artella waiting in the wings."

"Do you really believe that?" I drawled through another breath as she moved on top of me again.

She drew her knee back and I breathed deeply. In fact she drew off me entirely and faced the flames before shrugging each shoulder out of the scales and letting the liquid gold drop off her body entirely.

My eyes ran over her legs and up slowly in the shadow of firelight.

With one hand she freed her hair and it cascaded down her back in a different kind of gold. She could feel my gaze burning into her which she ignored entirely. She strutted around my office naked save for those heels and stopped before my desk. Her finger drifted across a holo-pad reducing the flames to a low smoulder.

Then she turned around.

The gold over her low lidded eyes did nothing for my usual ease around her. The rest of her was... difficult to look at for too long.

"Makayla." I said, in a voice that was so low I hardly recognised it.

I rose out of the chair only to be sat back down by one of those pointed shoes. I took it in my hand and slipped it off easily. She watched me steadily before I did the same for the other. Only then did she sit on top of me in a way that made the blood rush between my legs.

I ran my hands along her thighs and dragged her closer.

She took in a slow breath before dipping her lips near my ear and biting the bottom. I growled beneath her as she continued to work her way along my neck. "Sit still." She said against my skin. The heat was increasing between her legs.

"Like hell–"

My words stopped when her hand went for the base of my shirt and drifted over a much more dangerous place. She smiled against my neck as my breathing halted.

"How long are you going to play this game..."

"For as long as it pleases me." She answered, running her tongue along my neck.

I closed my eyes and gripped her waist tighter.

"I can please you a lot more..." I suggested in a darker voice.

She smiled again and drew my mouth to her own. Her full lips stole my own deeply before I found her sky blue eyes. "You're used to getting what you want, Scorpion..." She drawled, drawing her hands up to my tie and yanking it free from my neck. "But not used to waiting."

I wanted her more than I wanted anything else. She undid my shirt slowly.

When she reached the bottom she pulled it open and ran a finger from my neck down to my stomach. My own eyes ran down her skin that took a golden gleam in the firelight. "I'll give you whatever you want." I answered simply.

She moved forward and kissed my scarred collarbone. I ran my hands up her back while she was distracted and brought my hands forward to cup the swell of her breasts. She dragged in a gasp and shifted against my hips. I encouraged her more. Moving my hands in slow circles around her skin under the peaks became hard and her breathing became ragged. Her body moved with a will of its own against me.

"It was a nice try from you Xavier... You held out–"

She moved her hand beneath my waistline and her fingers silenced my words.

"I'm sorry–you were saying?" She breathed.

At the same moment she pressed her hand hard against me and drew a groan from my lips. I tried to remember my own name when her other hand pushed me back and she let her body drag slowly across my open shirt. She circled me slowly with her hand drawing tight breaths from my lips.

I released her breasts to pull her thighs around me to walk her back to the desk. She pushed the rest of my shirt and jacket off my arms and ran her hands along the lines of them. Her eyes darkened as she appreciated the hard muscle the Underworld made over the years–

"Pick me up." She whispered.

I complied her without complaint. Drawing her legs around my waist closely and leaving my hands under the smooth curves of her. She drew her arms around my neck and tightened her legs making everything in me burn.

"Now..." She breathed against my cheek. "You can have me any way you want."

She didn't need to ask me again.

I pulled one hand off her and drew a line right between the heat of her legs. She said my name in a whisper and I repeated the movement again. Her hands slipped into my hair to grip something. I walked her against the clouded wall of glass and pushed her hard against it as I sank two fingers inside her.

She cried out into my shoulder and I had to admire the sound proofing this office had before I crushed my lips against hers. She moaned around my own in the perfect song as I pinned her relentlessly against the glass and moved them deeper. My own hips moved her harder against the glass as she shouted my name into my neck. "Don't–stop..." She breathed.

I wouldn't stop for the world. Not with her body crushed against mine and rocking to every move of my body–of my fingers that moved inside her faster.

My name was on her lips again when she came to her limit. I remained holding her as she gasped against me. Something flashed in her eyes as she regained her senses and glanced at the clouded glass beneath her.

"They can't–you can't see from outside this office–right?"

"Maybe just your ass..." I drawled watching her face flush. "Makayla. I'm kidding. There's a reason it's called secure–"

She pulled me froward by the waist of my pants and halted my words.

"Why don't you give me your jacket and take me to bed, crime lord?" She murmured under dark eyes that made my head spin again. I nodded keeping my eyes on her face and not the droplet of sweat that was running from her neck between her breasts.

I almost tore open my lip with my teeth when she bent down for my jacket.