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Susie burst into eddies office slamming the door behind her and striding right to him where he stands in front of his desk.
You're the most vile person I've ever met," Susie hisses at Eddie -rich-people-middle-names Horniman the twelfth-or-whatever the fuck, snarling through her teeth.
She's got him up against his desk now, right up in his face, and it's late enough that everyone else is already asleep. It's a freezing night even with a crackling fire place in the corner of the room, and the air is icy-sharp at her back. It's a stark contrast to the heat rolling off of his chest, which is infuriating her.
"You're no peach yourself, Miss Glass," Eddie grins, “very pleasant”.
Susie fondly imagines wrapping her hands around his throat and squeezing until his eyes pop out. She has to stand up on her toes just to be anywhere near eye level to him, it's maddening how tall he is.
If she wasn't so principled, she'd kill him herself!
"You could have got Jack killed!" Susie snaps. “He's my brother!"
"I didn’t know that was Collins plan," eddie says. —bastard! she wants to kick him in the shin for the cold monotone way those words slipped off his tongue.
Susie scowls up at him. She just got back from the hospital and doesn't want to think about the match, seeing her brother being knocked clean out by a man twice his size and being wheeled away in a stretcher all while Collins threatened her with his horrific plan "he nearly died!"
"I know," eddie says, quietly, with a sigh so soft it's barely alive. "I'm sorry, Susan."
She's going to scream. He can't—he can't be soft with her right now. She wants to shoot him in the face. He's too close. She wants to—wants to—
"I don't care that you're sorry, you absolute ass," Susie nearly spits the words. She clenches her hands into white-knuckled fists. "You shouldn’t have taken the 15 to be washed by Collins!"
Something strange flashes across his face. It's a ripple of emotion that Susie can't quite place; regret, maybe, tumbling into white-hot, molten feeling.
But it's there and then gone faster than she can follow it, and then Eddies expression lapses back into cool neutrality, that she always dearly wants to smack off his fucking face.
"It was the quickest option to get the money washed, and last time I checked you wanted it to be cleaned slower. Am I correct?" he asks, low and intense. Eddie tips forward, into her space, now they're definitely too close. But Susie hasn't ever backed down from telling an asshole off in her life, and she's not about to start now.
She bares her teeth at him. "Yes you are Eddie!"
Smug satisfaction rolls across his face, as though she's fallen into a trap. "Oh? Are you sure about that miss Glass, Because last time you told me to stop throwing wild accusations at you?"
Disgust crawls up Susie’s throat. I'm going to make sure that you will never escape the grip that I and this business hold on you. That'll teach you, she thinks with satisfaction.
"Hm?" Eddie prompts, when she doesn't answer him because she's too busy thinking about how she can ruin his life in every way possible.
"You disgust me Eddie," Susie hisses.
Eddie laughs, dirty blond hair flopping across his forehead. Everything about him is annoying. Her teeth ache in her mouth, she’s practically ground them into powder by now.
"Careful," he whispers in a sly tone, leaning in towards her. "Don't want to be too loud, you might wake someone. What would they think?"
It occurs to Susie , all of a sudden, what this would look like from the outside, her practically pinning him to his desk and their faces barley inches apart, from almost any other angle it might look like they were sealed together at the mouth.
Susie seethes about it, almost no one has annoyed her like Eddie fucking Horniman is right now. She takes a second to calm down and breathe. She has to unclench her jaw so that she doesn't hurt herself, and it takes all over her willpower to stuff down every single one of the violent urges she's got.
"Prick," Susie mutters.
"Language, Miss Glass," Eddie hums,
"You're the worst person," Susie growls. "Just the worst fucking—"
"Language, Miss Glass," Eddie repeats; a little lower, a little darker. "Or I'll have to do something drastic."
Susie looks him directly in his smug fucking face. She smirks back at him
“like what” she says raising an eyebrow.
And all that goddamn bastard does is laugh in her fucking face. She seethes some more. She Hates that he's so close, she wants to jab a knee up into his groin to see how much he likes having the air knocked out of his lungs. Maybe it'll give him an inkling of how she's felt since the first damn day that she had to take over the business, since her father was sent to prison. Susie wanted to tell him how her father threatened to cut off his family’s heads maybe it'll force him to think about someone outside of his stupid tunnel-vision, though she doesn't hope for too much. And she knows that there's an undercurrent of—something, here, something crackling and electric that unnerves her a little, because Eddies still watching her the way he might watch an uncaged monster.
“Just because your a duke doesn’t mean you can go over my head at your every whim just because you feel like it” the words rolling of her lips,
“And just because your a drug lord doesn’t mean you scare me” Eddie sneers right back
She licks her lips, and makes a decision.
"Go fuck yourself, you poncy Uptowner."
Oh, but it's like he was waiting for it.
Eddies mouth is hot and furious where it seizes down against Susie’s own. He grabs her lower back only so he can clamp her against his chest, so he’s able to kiss her more thoroughly.
It's him surrendering, or maybe just giving her that fight she wanted earlier. Susie buries her hands in his hair, yanking sharply, more, here, please, now. The kiss is like burning, his tongue in her mouth, heat and blood.
She nips at his lip in punishment when he tries to pull away.
"Shall I stop?" Eddie asks, gaze heavy-lidded and voice kiss-rough.
Susie glares at him. "Don’t you fucking dare chicken out on me now…"
Eddie laughs, hoarse and desperate, he spins them so that Susie is the one with her back to the desk, then swiftly lifts her so she is sitting upon it. He pulls off her shirt and then his own. He starts kissing her again, all while sliding a hand up her skirt against her thigh. Susie nips down on where his neck meets his shoulder as punishment for being so desperate, but when he groans, it shakes through her entire body.
Air hisses out through her teeth when he runs a finger up and down the seam of her through the flimsy material of her underwear. It's hot, so hot, and if he doesn't hurry up and get his cock out, she's going to be even more pissy than she already is. She grinds into his hands, hating how good it feels to ride his fingers.
He's smirking about it, too, damn him!
Susie savages the column of his throat and tugs harder on the hair at the back of his head for it, only for him to press his face right up against her cheek and moan right in her fucking ear. Causing her to throb bright and hot in the clench of her empty insides.
Okay, so he might be good at this.
That's somehow more annoying than anything else, she scrabbles at his shoulders so that she can position herself to wrap her legs around his hips and rolls into the motion of the kiss. The hard ridge of his cock sets her brain on fire.
Susie whines into his mouth digging her nails sharply into his back.
Eddies hands clamp around her thighs. It's extremely gratifying, and for one sweet second Susie claims mental victory. She's going to put him on his knees and use him however she wants, she is going to strip off every single stitch of their clothing and turn him into a whining mess begging her for more.
"Jesus fucking Christ, you're so—" and Eddie breaks off to kiss her again, swearing hotly under his breath.
Susie nods frantically, so hungry to get at his belt, and she sighs when the muscles of his abdomen flex beneath her fingertips. The bare skin is so delicate here. Yes, this, this is what she wants. She wants him inside, she wants to make him beg on his knees for her.
He's warm everywhere, and big, and—nnnghn. She shudders against him, and angles her hips to press messy-wet and skin-to-skin; she's so close, he's so close, all she needs is a little bit more and then he'll be exactly where she wants him, but she holds herself back he should be the one to beg her for this. The fucking prick, she teases him by leaving angry red marks all along his collar bone and grinding into to him right as he lets out breathy moans.
“Susie," Eddie manages to say, his voice desperate. As she claws at his shoulders and digs in her nails. "Would you let me fuck you, already?"
Susie’s eyes are mirror-black in the dim of the study light, gaze dark and focused like a laser on where she's grinding up against him. Eddies harder than he's ever been in his entire life. he wiggles, uncomfortably.
Her gaze flashes wild up to his face. he's not about to say please, but something in his expression must convince susie that he's hanging by a thread.
"Oh," she murmurs, horribly soft and fond. "My dear." She says teasingly
Eddie bites his lip, he doesn't—he can't—that's not what this is.
(Not right now, anyway.)
Susie chuckles against his cheekbone. fuck him, she's going to choke him out, turn him into a grovelling mess and he's going to deserve it. Susie inhales sharply, head knocking backwards when she finally gets it together enough to press her lips back into his, as an unspoken yes.
Eddie pushes her panties to the side, at first he's so slow and so careful, he’s trying to take back some control but that’s not going to be happening anytime soon.
"Don’t worry I can take it," Susie says teasingly. "So fucking move, would you?!"
"So vulgar, darling," Eddie groans like it turns him on. Maybe it does. He snaps his hips forwards, and Susie sees stars.
It's perfect, hard, deep, fast and so painfully good. One of Susie’s hands is holding her up against the desk, the other is gripping onto the back of Eddies neck. She’s pressing rough kisses into his jaw, and with every thrust the desk sounds closer to collapsing underneath her. Eddie is desperate now the exact way she wants him, each thrust getting more rough than the last. And it's one of the hottest things that's ever happened to her.
Eddies thumb draws solid circles over her clit. It feels so good that it almost hurts; Susie works her hips, rolling into him, she wants it harder, she wants it to hurt more. One day she's going to have to show him how she likes it, but it's good, it's so good just like this.
"Close," Susie breaths into his throat, not quite sobbing but almost. "So close,—"
"Come for me," Eddie begs, hot in her ear. "I want to feel you —let me feel you —"
"Oh!"
Susie goes rigid as she falls apart. The pleasure is so sharp that her spine bows pressing back against Eddie, her mind turn to white-hot, transcendental blankness, a ball of brilliant fire racing up her spine. All of her muscles contract, and then it melts.
She slumps back lying against the desk, blissed out and floating.
He's trembling, still tense. Susie, feeling magnanimous, decides to be kind about it, because that was a pretty spectacular orgasm.
"You can come in me, I have an IUD," she murmurs looking up at him, a lazy smirk curling her lips. "I know you want to."
Eddie makes a noise like a wounded animal. It's not going to take allot, Susie can tell, he's already so worked up, she'll barely have to do anything.
She sits up, and bites his lip.
It's enough.
Eddie digs his fingers into her hips and slams into her, uncoordinated and jerky. Grinding his teeth, all of him corded and taut until he freezes, panting, face buried in her shoulder. She's going to regret being nice later, when she's sweat-sticky and unclean all over, but for now, it's not the worst thing in the world. He's still shuddering a little bit, but he's smoothing his palms down her sides and gathering her up against his chest and holding her there. Susie runs a hand through his hair,
"Feeling better, hm?" She whispers, Eddie murmurs the answer fondly into the top of her head.
Susie nods slowly. "You're still the worst person I've ever met."
Eddie laughs very softly. "I'd expect no less!"
She wants to shake her head at him, because he's not quite getting it, and she doesn't really know how to put it into words. "I mean, it was—I didn't—it's not—"
"I know," he says, easily. He doesn't let her go, though, and she doesn't push him away. Susie tells herself that it's only because her legs still feel like jelly, and she doesn't think her knees will hold her up all on their own.
But he's stroking up and down her spine, slow and steady, and Susie doesn't like to lie to herself. She looks up at him, studying his face. The way his hair flops across his forehead is still annoying.
But.
Susie stretches upwards and catches his lips.
Eddie blinks at her, maybe a little startled, maybe a little pleased. He dips his head down to kiss her more thoroughly, and she lets him, because it's still not the worst thing in the world.
"We should probably go to bed," she voices quietly. If anyone catches them, this time of night…
"Is that an invitation?"
"Don't push your luck, Horniman," Susie says slyly.