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He was a <i>fucking </i>idiot. It was taking every ounce of Lilianna’s self-control not to spin around and bring one of her long, slender legs up in a powerful roundhouse kick so that she could knock the shit-eating grin right off of his face; it was clear that he thought that he had her exactly where he wanted her, that she had been easily soothed and easily <i>seduced</i> by his inherently sensual nature, but - for as hellishly attractive as he might have been, for as decadently <i>intoxicating</i>, her first instinct wasn’t to fuck him, but rather to reach for the nearest sharp object and slice him into a thousand infuriatingly pretty pieces. For now, however, she needed answers - he held all of the cards at the table, and he might as well have owned the whole goddamned <i>house</i> as well. She would play nice for as long as she could manage it, because for whatever reason, he seemed to be almost obsessively drawn to her; it was as if she’d somehow completely captivated him, as if she’d taken her stolen whip and wound the entirety of it around his taut, heavy balls that she could feel pressing against the cradle of her pelvis. The bastard was so<i> hard</i> - <br/>
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And did he like it, the way that the smooth tip of her fingernail dug with promising intent into the lush fullness of his bottom lip? Would he have allowed her to drive it in deep, to slice open the cherry-red flesh until his blood was slick and hot in the scant space between them? Even in the back of her mind, she could envision it; she could see the way that he would drag his devil tongue across the split of his lip until he was all but drowning in his own ichor, swallowing scarlet and forcing her to drink from it as well, and she <i>watched</i> as something in his hellscape eyes flickered, as if his pupils were suddenly blotted out by swirling smoke. He was in <i>rapture</i>; the thick, obscene line of his cock was all but bulging out of his pants, and the large hand that he had used to pin her in place by the supple curve of her breast flexed and tightened with barely-restrained<i> want</i>, so tangible and present that she could almost taste it in the hot, heady air between them.<br/>
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Her carefully-crafted mask was cast aside for a brief moment as he made it abundantly clear that he had witnessed everything that had occurred between her and the <i>aforementioned </i>harpies; her eyes widened and she looked up at him incredulously as a sanguine flush of color spread across the fine china of her cheeks. So he was <i>watching </i>her then, undoubtedly tucked away in some private room with a half-dozen screens to keep him occupied as he palmed at his cock as it strained through his trousers, and for the nth time, Lilianna just barely resisted the innate instinct to slide her hand down from his disarmingly-handsome face and wrap it around his <i>throat</i> instead. The word <i>daddy </i>made it so that she couldn’t immediately find the will to reclaim her demure, docile mask; there was a sudden surge of heat that was brought to life inside of her, further stocked and set aflame by the emphasis on the fact that it was supposedly <i>their</i> home.<br/>
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She was going to have to kill him, wasn’t she? If Santiago didn’t find his way to the estate within the next few days, then she would have no choice but to take care of Paolo herself, if not for the frustrating fact that she still <i>needed</i> him until then. <br/>
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She was fuming silently, and her momentary shock provided Paolo with all the leverage that he needed to swoop in like a predatory hawk; it was enough to make Lilianna withdraw the conclusion that she had previously drawn about his supposed lack of intelligence. No…there was a whetted, cunning gleam behind the burnished bronze of his eyes, a jagged and cutthroat box cutter blade to the otherwise dull knife of humanity. He moved faster than she could make sense of, sliding his hand down from her half-exposed breast to shove it between her legs instead; with serpentine sinuousness, he parted the tender lips of her cunt through the slit of her gown, and Lilianna drew in a sharp little breath as he drew his pinky finger up along the shamefully-slick seam, dragging her unbidden wetness up towards the neglected nerves of her swollen clit.<br/>
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<i>Damn</i> this man. Before she could so much as flinch away from his knowing hold, he was releasing her like a jungle cat that had decided it only merely wanted to toy with its prey instead of slicing it to ribbons with one fell swoop of its razored claws; <i>dinner first</i>, he said, and yet she felt as if the only meal that had been prepared for him was Lilianna herself. The space that he allowed between them as they returned to their respective seats at the table felt almost merciful, and as the next course was laid out for them, the answering vibrato of her empty stomach reminded her that now more than ever, she needed to maintain her strength. Paolo was clearly unhinged, and yet she had no other option aside from hanging on his every word as he spoke; as she listened to the calloused candor of his description of her supposed mother, the divine goddess <i>Demeter</i>. It made no sense to Lilianna whatsoever, but the power that she had felt - <br/>
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Paolo made diving into his bouillabaisse an obscene, explicit display; Lilianna watched as his rakish tongue swept across the sea-salted broth that clung to his lips, and her womb throbbed enviously -<i> traitorousl</i>y - at the thought of that same tongue delving past the Venus shells of her elegant pink cunt to search for the glimmering pearl between them. “It’s been more than a year since I’ve last seen her,” Lilianna said finally, with a pointed<i> tug</i> of her gaze from the lurid sheen of his lips as he lapped at his chops like a satiated beast. “But I’m telling you right now - if my mother truly <i>was</i> this Demeter person, then neither myself or my father had any inkling of it.” She knew of the goddess’ mythos, just as everyone else in the mortal world did, but Lanying Shu Lei had been so impossibly <i>human</i>, and yet Paolo spoke of her as if they walked the same astral plane.<br/>
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Lilianna’s own bouillabaisse was decanted beautifully in front of her, and she drew in one dubious, suspicious inhalation of its rich aroma that had her head swimming from hunger. “I want to feel what I felt that night with Azrael and Ignius,” she said instead, with a wavering breath as she raised her luminous, almond-shaped eyes with bracing slowness to meet Paolo’s dangerous, unmoored gaze across the table. “I want to be able to <i>harness</i> it - to use it at will, especially if it’ll help bring my mother home again.” <br/>
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And perhaps even light Hades himself up like kindling. She snuck another furtive, longing look at the carved ivory knife that sat alongside her placemat, and hoped that he wouldn’t notice the telltale twitch of her slender fingers towards it. “Can you teach me?” she asked lightly, but there was tension to be found in the elegant jut of her jaw, an unyielding <i>defiance</i> should he tell her no. “Or are you better equipped to sit in your little room of <i>cameras</i> and watch as someone else trains me instead?”<br/>
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