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You have an active deal with a super-villain.
Slade Ventus.
Only, this deal isn't an illegal one. Sure, it's a heavily kept secret...but its much more of an elicit affair.
Your official agreement with Slade Ventus is to have sex with him whenever he asks, in any way he asks. Usually, your midnight trysts take place in the grandest hotel in DeMarco.
He's a damn good lover, but highly impersonal. You wonder why he always comes back to you when he could have absolutely anyone he wants. But its you, always you.
Only, he hasn't for the last month.
Some hours ago, you had gotten a text, a demand to meet him here. He's never left you alone this long since meeting him, and you wonder what's up.
Only, when you go to meet him again, he's almost feral, his arms wrapping around you from behind as soon as he gets you alone in a room together.
He all but bends you over then and there, desperate to have you, his lips already on your neck, nipping and sucking bruises into skin he's marked a thousand times before.
"Need you," he growls out, "No one else is like you. Fuck. Clothes, off. Now." His dominant voice sounds gravelly almost, a rasp to his usual smooth tenor. Did he miss you this much?
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